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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!
The tune of Imogen!
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 ?
Imo. Most like I did, for I was dead.
This is, sure, Fidele. Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady
Think that you are upon a rock, and now
[Embracing hini. Post.
Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die !
Сут. How now, my flesh, my child?
Your blessing, sir.
[Kneeling Bel. [To Gui, and Arv.] Though you did
love this youth, I blame ye not;
My tears, that fall,
I am sorry fort, my lord.
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,
Let me end the story :
Marry, the gods forefend !
Pluck a hard sentence: prythee, valiant youth,
I have spoke it, and I did it.
Gui. A most incivil one: the wrongs he did me
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,
In that he spake too far.
We will die all three :
Ary Your danger's ours.
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
Take him hence;
Not too hot:
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