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Post. [coming forward.] Ay, so thou dost, Italian fiend !-Ah me, most credulous fool, Egregious murderer, thief, any thing . That's due to all the villains past, in being, To come!—0, give me cord, or knife, or poison, Some upright justicer! Thou, king, send out For torturers ingenious : it is I That all the abhorred things o' the earth amend, By being worse than they. I am Posthumus, That kill'd thy daughter :-villain-like, I lie; That caused a lesser villain than myself, A sacrilegious thief, to do't :the temple Of virtue was she ; yea, and she herself. Spit, and throw stones, cast mire upon me, set The dogs o' the street to bay me : every villain Be call'd Posthumus Leonatus; and Be villany less than 'twas !- Imogen ! My queen, my life, my wife ! O Imogen, Imogen, Imogen! Imo.

Peace, my lord; hear, hear!Post. Shall's have a play of this ? Thou

scornful page, There lie thy part.

[Striking her: she falls. Pis.

O, gentlemen, help Mine, and your mistress :-0, my lord Post

humus! You ne'er kill'd Imogen till now:-help, help!Mine honour'd lady! Cym.

Does the world go round: Post. How come these staggers on me? Pis.

Wake, my mistress ! Cym. If this be so, the gods do mean to strike


To death with mortal joy.

How fares my mistress! Imo. O, get thee from my sight;

Thou gav'st me poison: dangerous fellow, hence!
Breathe not where princes are !

The tune of Imogen!
Pis. Lady,
The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if
That box I gave you was not thought by me
A precious thing; I had it from the queen.

Cym. New matter still ?

It poison'd me.

O gods ! I left out one thing which the queen confess'd, Which must approve thee honest : If Pisanio Have, said she, given his mistress that confection Which I

gave him for cordial, she is served As I would serve a rat. Сут.

What's this, Cornelius ?
Cor. The queen, sir, very oft importuned me
To temper poisons for her ; still pretending
The satisfaction of her knowledge only
In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs
Of no esteem : I, dreading that her purpose
Was of more danger, did compound for her
A certain stuff, which, being ta'en, would cease
The present power of life; but, in short time,
All offices of nature should again
Do their due functions.—Have you ta'en of it?

Imo. Most like I did, for I was dead.

My boys,
There was our error.

This is, sure, Fidele. Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady

from you?

Think that you are upon a rock, and now
Throw me again.

[Embracing hini. Post.

Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die !


Сут. How now, my flesh, my child?
What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act?
Wilt thou not speak to me?

Your blessing, sir.

[Kneeling Bel. [To Gui, and Arv.] Though you did

love this youth, I blame ye not;
You had a motive for it.

My tears, that fall,
Prove holy water on thee! Imogen,
Thy mother's dead.

I am sorry fort, my lord.
Cym. O, she was naught; and 'long of her it
That we meet here so strangely : but her son
Is gone, we know not how, nor where.

My lord, Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth, Lord

Cloten, Upon my lady's missing, came to me With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth,

and swore
If I discover'd not which way she was gone,
It was my instant death : by accident,
I had a feigned letter of my master's
Then in my pocket ; which directed him
To seek her on the mountains near to Milford;
Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments,
Which he inforced from me, away he posts
With unchaste purpose, and with oath to violate
My lady's honour : what became of him,
I further know not.

Let me end the story :
I slew him there.

Marry, the gods forefend !
I would not thy good deeds should from my lips

Pluck a hard sentence: prythee, valiant youth,
Deny't again.

I have spoke it, and I did it.
Cym. He was a prince.

Gui. A most incivil one: the wrongs he did me
Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me
With language that would make me spurn the sea,
If it could so roar to me : I cut off's head;
And am right glad he is not standing here
To tell this tale of mine.

I am sorry for thee. By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and

must Endure our law : thou art dead. Imo.

That headless man I thought had been my lord. Cym.

Bind the offender, And take him from our presence. Bel.

Stay, sir king : This man is better than the man he slew, As well descended as thyself; and hath More of thee merited, than a band of Clotens Had ever scar for.—[To the Guard.] Let his

arms alone; They were not born for bondage. Cym.

Why, old soldier,
Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for,
By tasting of our wrath? How of descent
As good as we?

In that he spake too far.
Cym. And thou shalt die for't.

We will die all three :
But I will prove, that two of us are as good
As I have given out him.-My sons, I must,
For mine own part, unfold a dangerous speech,
Though, haply, well for you.

Ary Your danger's ours.
Gui. And our good his.

Have at it then.By leave.—Thou hadst, great king, a subject

who Was call'd Belarius.

Cym. What of him ? he is a banish'd traitor.

Bel. He it is that hath
Assumed this age : indeed, a banish'd man;
I know not how a traitor.

Take him hence;
The whole world shall not save him.

Not too hot:
First pay me for the nursing of thy sons ;
And let it be confiscate all, so soon
As I have received it.

Nursing of my sons ? Bel. I am too blunt and saucy : here's my

knee; Ere I arise I will prefer my sons ; Then, spare not the old father. 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. Сут. .

How ! my issue? Bel. So sure as you your father's. I, old

Morgan, Am that Belarius whom you sometime banishid: Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punish

ment 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 ; my breeding was, sir, as

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