For torturers ingenious: it is I That all the abhorred things o'the earth amend, Be villainy less than 'twas!-O 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, help Mine, and your mistress:-O, my lord Posthumus! 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 me To death with mortal joy. Pis. How fares my mistress? Imo. O, get thee from my sight; Thou gav'st me poison: dangerous fellow, hence! Breathe not where princes are. Cym. The tune of Imogen! Pis. Lady, The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if Cor. O gods! I left out one thing, which the queen confess'd, Cym. What's this, Cornelius? Cor. The queen, sir, very oft impórtun'd me Do their due functions.-Have you ta'en of it? Bel. My boys, There was our error. Gui. 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 him. Post. Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die! Cym. How now, my flesh, my child? What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act? Wilt thou not speak to me? Imo. Your blessing, sir. [Kneeling. Bel. Though you did love this youth, I blame ye not; You had a motive for❜t. [To Guiderius and Arviragus. Cym. My tears, that fall, Prove holy water on thee! Imogen, Imo. I am sorry for❜t, my lord. Cym. O, she was naught; and 'long of her it was, That we meet here so strangely: But her son Is gone, we know not how, nor where. Pis. My lord, Now fear is from me, I'll speak truth. 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, Gui. Let me end the story: I slew him there. Cym. Marry, the gods forefend! I would not thy good deeds should from my lips Gui. I have spoke it, and I did it. Cym. He was a prince. Gui. A most uncivil 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. Cym. 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. And take him from our presence. Bel. Stay, sir king: This man is better than the man he slew, More of thee merited, than a band of Clotens They were not born for bondage. [To the Guard. Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for, As good as we? Arv. In that he spake too far. But I will prove, that two of us are as good Arv. Your danger is Ours. Gui. And our good his. Bel. 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 Assum'd this age: indeed, a banish'd man; I know not how, a traitor. Cym. Take him hence; The whole world shall not save him. Bel. Not too hot: First pay me for the nursing of thy sons; As I have receiv'd it. Cym. 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, Cym. How! my issue? Bel. So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan, Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd: Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punishment Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'd, Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes Cym. Thou weep'st, and speak'st. : The service, that you three have done, is more |