If I discover'd not which way she was gone, I further know not. Gui. I slew him there. Cym. Let me end the story: Marry, the gods forfend! Gui. I have spoke it, and I did it. Gui. A most uncivil one: The wrongs he did me I am sorry for thee: Сут. By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must Endure our law: Thou art dead. This man is better than the man he slew, As well descended as thyself; and hath More of thee merited, than a band of Clotens Had ever scar for.-Let his arms alone; [To the Guard. They were not born for bondage. Cym. Why, old soldier, Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for, By tasting of our wrath? How of descent As good as we? Arv. In that he spake too far. Cym. And thou shalt die for't. We will die all three: Bel. Arv. Ours. Your danger is Have at it then. By leave;-Thou hadst, great king, a subject, who Was call'd Belarius. Cym. Assum'd this age: indeed, a banish'd man; What of him? he is A banish'd traitor. Bel. He it is, that hath Take him hence; Not too hot: I know not how, a traitor. Cym. The whole world shall not save him. Bel. 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 Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons; Then, spare not the old father. Mighty sir, knee; These two young gentlemen, that call me father, Cym. Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shap'd Сут. A pair of worthier sons. Bel. Be pleas'd a while.This gentleman, whom I call Polydore, Most worthy prince, as yours, is true, Guiderius: 1 Your pleasure was my mere offence, &c.] My crime, my punishment, and all the treason that I committed, originated in, and were founded on, your caprice only. 2 Thou weep'st, and speak'st.]" Thy tears give testimony to the sincerity of thy relation; and I have the less reason to be incredulous, because the actions which you have done within my knowledge are more incredible than the story which you relate." The King reasons very justly. JOHNSON. This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arvirágus, 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: Cym. Imo. No, my lord; I have got two worlds by't.-O my gentle brothers, But I am truest speaker: you call'd me brother, Cym. Arv. Ay, my good lord. Gui. Did you e'er meet? And at first meeting lov'd; O rare instinct! Continued so, until we thought he died. Cym. When shall I hear all through? This fierce abridge ment, 3 Hath to it circumstantial branches, which 3- fierce abridgement-] Fierce, is vehement, rapid. Distinction should be rich in.-Where? how liv'd 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; From chance to chance; but nor the time, nor place, And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye [TO BELARIUS. 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. My good master, Happy be you! Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought, He would have well becom'd this place, and grac'd The thankings of a king. Post. I am, sir, The soldier that did company these three which Distinction should be rich in.] i. e. which ought to be rendered distinct by a liberal amplitude of narrative. And your three motives to the battle,] That is, though strangely expressed, the motives of you three for engaging in the battle. |