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Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile, Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these

children Upon my banishment: I moved her to't ; Having received the punishment before, For that which I did then : beaten for loyalty, Excited me to treason. Their dear loss, The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shaped Unto my end of stealing 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. Сут. .

Thou weep'st, and speak’st. The service that you three have done, is more Unlike than this thou tell’st: I lost my children; If these be they, I know not how to wish A pair of worthier sons. Bel.

Be pleased awhile.-
This gentleman, whom I call Polydore,
Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius :
This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus,
Your younger princely son; he, sir, was lapp'd
In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand
Of his queen-mother, which, for more probation,
I can with ease produce.
Cym.

Guiderius had
Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star ;
It was a mark of wonder.
Bel.

This is he;
Who hath upon him still that natural stamp:
It was wise Nature's end in the donation,
To be his evidence now.
Cym.

O, what, am I A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother

No, my

lord ;

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. I have got two worlds by't. -0 my gentle

brothers,
Have we thus met? O never say hereafter
But I am truest speaker : you call'd me brother,
When I was but your sister ; I you, brothers,
When you were so indeed.
Сут.

Did
you

e'er meet? Arv. Ay, my good lord. Gui.

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, Posthumus anchors upon Imogen; And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye On him, her brothers, me, her master, hitting

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,
For they shall taste our comfort.
Imo.

My good master,
I will yet do you service.
Luc.

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 In poor beseeming ; 'twas a fitment for The purpose I then follow'd :—that I was he, Speak, Iachimo : I had you down, and might Have made you finish. lach.

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
And here the bracelet of the truest princess,
That ever swore her faith.
Post.

Kneel not to me; 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 ;
Joy'd are we that you are.
Post. Your servant, princes. -Good my lord

of Rome, Call forth your soothsayer : as I slept, me

thought,
Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back'd,
Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows
Of mine own kindred : when I waked, I found
This label on my bosom, whose containing
Is so from sense in hardness, that I can
Make no collection of it; let him show
His skill in the construction.
Luc.

Philarmonus !
Sooth. Here, my good lord.
Luc.

Read, and declare the meaning. Sooth. [reads.]

Whenas a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown, without seeking 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 ; The fit and apt construction of thy name, Being Leo-natus, doth import so much : [To Cym.] The piece of tender air, thy virtuous

daughter,
Which we call mollis aer; and mollis aer
We term it mulier: which mulier I divine
Is this most constant wife; who, even now,

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 The harmony of this peace.

The vision
Which I made known to Lucius, ere the stroke
Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant
Is full accomplish'd : for the Roman eagle,
From south to west on wing soaring aloft,
Lessen'd herself, and in the beams o' the sun
So vanish’d: which foreshow'd our princely

eagle,
The imperial Cæsar, should again unite
His favour with the radiant Cymbeline,
Which shines here in the west.
Сут.

Laud we the gods ;
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

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