Guid. But we faw him dead. Bel. Be filent: let's fee further. Pif. 'Tis my mistress [Afide. Since the is living, let the time run on, To good, or bad. Cym. Come, ftand thou by our fide. Make thy demand aloud. Sir, ftep you forth, [To Iachimo. Give answer to this boy, and do it freely, Or by our greatnefs and the grace of it Which is our honour, bitter torture fhall On, fpeak to him. Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may render Of whom he had this ring. Poft. What's that to him? Cym. That diamond upon your finger, fay How came it yours? Iach. Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken, that Which to be spoke would torture thee. Cym. How? me? Iach. I'm glad to be constrain'd to utter what Torments me to conceal. By villainy I got this ring; 'twas Leonatus' jewel, [thee, Whom thou didst banish: and, (which more may grieve As it doth me) a nobler Sir ne'er liv'd 'Twixt sky and ground. Will you hear 9 more? Cym. All that Belongs to this. Iach. That paragon, thy daughter, For whom my heart drops blood, and my falfe fpirits 9 more, my lord? Thofe Thofe which I heav'd to head :) the good Pofthumus For beauty, that made barren the fwell'd boast Loves woman for; befides, that hook of wiving, Cym. I ftand on fire. Come to the matter. Iach. All too foon I fhall, Unless thou wouldst grieve quickly. This Poftbumus, (Moft like a noble Lord in love, and one That had a royal lover) took his hint; And, not difpraifing whom we prais'd, (therein His miftrefs' picture; which by his tongue made, Cym. Nay, nay, to th' purpose. Iach. Your daughter's chastity; there it begins: 2. In fuit the place of 's bed, and win this ring, Than I did truly find her, ftakes this ring, 1 Feature, old edit. Theob, emend. 2 hers Been Been all the worth of's car.) Away to Britain Moft vilely; for my vantage excellent : By wounding his belief in her renown, Poft. Ay, fo thou doft, [Coming forward. To come oh give me cord, or knife, or poifon, That all th' abhorred things o'th' earth amend, Be villainy lefs than 'twas. Oh Imogen! 0 4 Imo. Imo. Peace, my Lord, hear, hear Poft. Shall's have a play of this? thou fcornful page, There lye thy part. [Striking her, he falls. Oh, my Lord Pofthumus! · Pif. Oh gentlemen, 3 'oh, help, Mine and your mistress You ne'er kill'd Imogen 'till now-help, help, Mine honour'd Lady Cym. Does the world go round? Poft. How come thefe ftaggers on me? Pif. Wake, my mistress! Cym. If this be fo, the Gods do mean to ftrike me To death with mortal joy. Pif. How fares my mistress? Imo. Oh, get thee from my fight, Thou gav'ft me poifon : dang'rous fellow, hence! Cym. The tune of Imogen! Pif. Lady, the Gods throw ftones of fulphur on me, If what I gave you was not thought by me A precious thing! I had it from the Queen. Cym. New matter ftill? Imo. It poifon'd me. Cor. Oh Gods! I left out one thing which the Queen confefs'd, Cym. What's this, Cornelius? Cor. The Queen, Sir, very oft importun'd me 3 help, All All offices of nature should again Do their due functions. Have you ta'en of it? Bel. My boys, There was our error. Guid. This is fure Fidele. Imo. Why did you throw your your wedded Lady from you? [To Poft. Think that you are upon a rock, and now [Throwing her arms about his neck. Throw me again. Poft. Hang there like fruit, my foul, 'Till the tree die! Cym. How now, my flesh? my child? What, mak'ft thou me a dullard in this act? Wilt thou not speak to me? Imo. Your bleffing, Sir. [Kneeling. Bel. Tho' you did love this youth, I blame you not, You had a motive for't. [To Guiderius and Arviragus. Cym. My tears that fall Imo. I'm forry for't, my Lord. Cym. Oh, fhe was naught; and long of her it was That we meet here fo ftrangely; but her fon Is gone, we know not how, nor where. Pif. My Lord, Now fear is from me, I'll speak truth. Lord Cloten, With his fword drawn, foam'd at the mouth, and swore It was my inftant death. By accident My |