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To you, the liver, heart, and brain of Britain,
[To BelARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. By whom, I grant, she lives: 'Tis now the time To ask of whence you are:-report it.
In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen:
Bow your knees :
Enter CORNELIUS, and Ladies.
There's business in these faces:—Why so sadly
Hail, great king !
Whoin worse than a physician Would this report become? But I consider, By medicine life may be prolong'd, yet death Will seize the doctor too.—How ended she?
Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life; Which, being cruel to the world, concluded Most cruel to herself. What she confess’d, I will report, so please you: These her women Can trip me, if I err; who, with wet cheeks, Were present when she finish’d. Cym.
Pr'ythee, say. Cor. First, she confess'd she never lov'd you; only Affected greatness got by you, not you: Married your royalty, was wife to your place; Abhorr'd your person.
She alone knew this:
me, if Jerine finish’d.
And, but she spoke it dying, I would not
O most delicate fiend!
had For you a mortal mineral; which, being took, Should by the minute feed on life, and, ling'ring, By inches waste you: In which time she purpos'd, By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to O’ercome you with her show: yes, and in time, (When she had fitted you with her craft,) to work Her son into the adoption of the crown. But failing of her end by his strange absence, Grew shameless-desperate; open'd, in despite Of heaven and men, her purposes; repented The evils she hatch'd were not effected; so, Despairing, died. Cym.
Heard you all this, her women? Lady. We did so, please your highness.
? bore in hand to love-) i.e. insidiously taught to depend on her love.
Enter Lucius, IACHIMO, the Soothsayer, and other > Roman Prisoners, guarded; POSTHUMUS behind,
and IMOGEN. Thou com'st not, Caius, now for tribute; that The Britons have raz'd out, though with the loss Of many a bold one; whose kinsmen have made suit, That their good souls may be appeas’d with slaughter Of you their captives, which ourself have granted : So, think of your estate.
Luc. Consider, sir, the chance of war: the day Was yours by accident; had it gone with us, We should not, when the blood was cool, have
I have surely seen him:
8 So feat,] So ready; so dexterous in waiting.
9 His favour is familiar -] I am acquainted with his countenance,
And art mine own. I know not why, nor wherefore,
I humbly thank your highness.
No, no: alack,
The boy disdains me,
What would'st thou, boy? I love thee more and more; think more and more What's best to ask. Know'st him thou look'st on?
speak, Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? thy friend? · Imo. He is a Roman; no more kin to me, Than I to your highness; who, being born your vassal, Am something nearer. Cym.
Wherefore ey'st him so?
Ay, with all my heart,
Andme. Fidele, sThou art myn me; spe
Cym. Thou art my good youth, my page; I'll be thy master: Walk with me; speak freely.
[CYMBELINE and Imogen converse apart.
"I know not why, nor wherefore,
To say, live, boy :) I know not what should induce me to say, live, boy.
Bel. Is not this boy reviv'd from death?
One sand another
Gui. The same dead thing alive.
But we saw him dead.
It is my mistress:
BELINE and and thou by
Since she is living, let the time run on,
[CYMBELINE and IMOGEN come forward. Cym.
Come, stand thou by our side; Make thy demand aloud.Sir, [To Iach.] step you
forth; Give answer to this boy, and do it freely ; Or, by our greatness, and the grace of it, Which is our honour, bitter torture shall Winnow the truth from falsehood.-On, speak to
him. Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may render Of whom he had this ring. Post.
What's that to him?
Aside. Cyn. That diamond' upon your finger, say, How came it yours?
Iach. Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that Which, to be spoke, would torture thee. Сут.
How! me? lach. I am glad to be constrain'd to utter that
which Torments me to conceal. By villainy I got this ring; 'twas Leonatus' jewel: