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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 is he;
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. I have got two worlds by't. -0 my gentle
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.
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
hold thee ever.
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 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
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;
You holp us, sir,
of Rome, Call forth your soothsayer : as I slept, me
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
Answering the letter of the oracle,
This hath some seeming.
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.
Laud we the gods ;