Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile, Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children Upon my banishment: I moved her to't; The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shaped Cym. A pair of worthier sons. Bel. Your younger princely son; he, sir, was lapp'd Cym. Bel. This is he; Who hath upon him still that natural stamp: To be his evidence now. Cym. O, what, am I A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother. Rejoiced deliverance more.-Bless'd may you be, That, after this strange starting from your orbs, You may reign in them now!-O Imogen, Thou hast lost by this a kingdom. Imo. No, my lord; I have got two worlds by't.-O my gentle brothers, Have we thus met? O never say hereafter Cym. Aru. Ay, my good lord. Gui. Did you e'er meet? And at first meeting loved; Continued so, until we thought he died. Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd. Cym. O rare instinct! When shall I hear all through? This fierce abridgment Hath to it circumstantial branches, which Distinction should be rich in.-Where, how lived you, And when came you to serve our Roman captive! How parted with your brothers? how first met them? Why fled you from the court? and whither? These, And your three motives to the battle, with I know not how much more, should be demanded; And all the other by-dependencies, From chance to chance; but nor the time, nor place, Will serve our long inter'gatories. See, And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye 1 Each object with a joy; the counterchange Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground, And smoke the temple with our sacrifices. [To BELARIUS.] Thou art my brother: so we'll hold thee ever. Imo. You are my father too; and did relieve me, To see this gracious season. Cym. All o'erjoy'd, Save these in bonds; let them be joyful too, Imo. I will yet do you service. Luc. My good master, Happy be you! Cym. The forlorn soldier that so nobly fought, He would have well becomed this place, and graced The thankings of a king. Post. I am, sir, The soldier that did company these three Iach. I am down again : [Kneeling. But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee, As then your force did. Take that life, 'beseech you, Which I so often owe: but, your ring first ; Kneel not to me; Post. The power 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. Arv. You holp us, sir, As you did mean indeed to be our brother; Post. Your servant, princes.-Good my lord of Rome, Call forth your soothsayer: as I slept, methought, Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back'd, Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows Luc. Sooth. Here, my good lord. Sooth. [reads.] Philarmonus! Read, and declare the meaning. Whenas a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown, without seeking find, and be embraced by a piece of tender air; and when from a stately cedar shall be lopped branches, which, being dead many years, shall after revive, be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty. Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp; Which we call mollis aer; and mollis aer Answering the letter of the oracle, Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about With this most tender air. Cym. This hath some seeming. Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, Personates thee: and thy lopp'd branches point Thy two sons forth: who, by Belarius stolen, For many years thought dead, are now revived, To the majestic cedar join'd; whose issue Promises Britain peace and plenty. Cym. Well, My peace we will begin :-and, Caius Lucius, Although the victor, we submit to Cæsar, And to the Roman empire; promising To pay our wonted tribute, from the which We were dissuaded by our wicked queen : Whom heavens, in justice, both on her, and hers, Have laid most heavy hand. Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune Which I made known to Lucius, ere the stroke The imperial Cæsar, should again unite Laud we the gods; Cym. And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils From our bless'd altars! Publish we this peace To all our subjects. Set we forward: let A Roman and a British ensign wave |