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Guid. Let me end his story: 'Twas I, that slew him.
Cym. Marry, the gods forefend !
Guid. I have spoke it, and I did it.
he did me
Cym. I am sorry for thee:
Bel. Stay, sir king :
[To the Guards. They were not born for bondage.
Cym. Why, old soldier,
knee: Mighty sir, These two young gentlemen, that call me father, And think they are my sons, are none of mine ; They are the issue of your loins, my liege, And blood of your begetting. Posthumus, Imogen, and Pisanio, come forward,
Cym, How! my issue?
Bel. So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan, Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd : Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punishment Itself, and all my treason ; that I suffer'd, Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes (For such, and so they are,) these twenty years Have I train'd up: those arts they have, as I Could put into them.--But, gracious sir, Here are your sons again; and I must lose Two of the sweet'st companions in the world :The benediction of these covering heavens Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy To inlay heaven with stars.
Cym. Thou weep'st, and speak'st.-I lost
Bel. This is he;
Cym. Bless'd may you be,
Imog. No, my lord ;
you brothers, When you were so indeed. Cym. Did
e'er meet -
When shall I hear all through ?—How liv'd you ?
where? And when came you to serve our Roman captive? How parted with your brothers ? how first met them? Why fled
from the court ? and whither?
[GUARDS take off their Chains.
Post. I am, sir,
finish. Iach. I am down again :
[Kneels. But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee, As then
Post. Kneel not to me:
that I have on you, is to spare you ; The malice towards you, to forgive you :—Live, And deal with others better.
Cym. Nobly doom'd : We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law; Pardon's the word to all.—Laud we the gods ; And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils
From our bless'd altars !—Set we forward : Let
[Exeunt omnes.—Drums and Trumpets.