That the poor soldier, that so richly fought, Whose rags sham'd gilded arms, whose naked breast He shall be happy that can find him, if Our grace can make him so. Bel. I never saw Such noble fury in so poor a thing ; Such precious deeds in one that promis'd nought Сут. No tidings of him? Pis. He hath been search'd among the dead and living, But no trace of him. Cym. To my grief, I am The heir of his reward; which I will add [To BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. By whom, I grant, she lives: 'Tis now the time To ask of whence you are:-report it. Bel. Sir, In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen: Сут. Bow your knees: Arise, my knights o'the battle; I create you Companions to our person, and will fit you Enter CORNELIUS and Ladies. There's business in these faces :-Why so sadly produced, perhaps little can be discovered on this occasion to offend the most scrupulous advocate for regularity: and, I think, as little is found wanting to satisfy the spectator by a catastrophe which is intricate without confusion, and not more rich in ornament than in nature. STEEVENS. Cor. Hail, great king! To sour your happiness, I must report The queen is dead. Сут. Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life; 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. Сут. She alone knew this: And, but she spoke it dying, I would not Believe her lips in opening it. Proceed. Cor. Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to love' With such integrity, she did confess Was as a scorpion to her sight; whose life, But that her flight prevented it, she had Сут. O most delicate fiend! Who is't can read a woman ?-Is there more? Cor. More, sir, and worse. She did confess, she 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 7 bore in hand to love ] i. e. insidiously taught to depend on her love. Her son into the adoption of the crown. Heard you all this, her women? Cym. Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine eyes Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her like her seeming: it had been vicious, To have mistrusted her: yet, O my daughter! That it was folly in me, thou may'st say, And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all! Enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, the Soothsayer, and other Thou com'st not, Caius, now for tribute; that Luc. Consider, sir, the chance of war: the day : We should not, when the blood was cool, have threaten'd So feat, so nurse-like: let his virtue join With my request, which, I'll make bold, your highness Though he have serv'd a Roman: save him, sir, Сут. 9 I have surely seen him : His favour is familiar to me. Boy, thou hast look'd thyself into my grace, And art mine own.-I know not why, nor wherefore, The noblest ta'en. Imo. I humbly thank your highness. Luc. I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad; And yet, I know, thou wilt. Imo. No, no: alack, There's other work in hand; I see a thing The boy disdains me, Luc. What would'st thou, boy? Сут. 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. 8 So feat,] So ready; so dexterous in waiting. "His favour is familiar —] I am acquainted with his counte nance. 1 I know not why, nor wherefore, To say, live, boy:] I know not what should induce me to say, live, boy. Cym. Wherefore ey'st him so? Imo. I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please To give me hearing. Сут. Ay, with all my heart, What's thy name? And lend my best attention. Imo. Fidele, sir. Сут. Thou art, my good youth, my page; I'll be thy master: Walk with me; speak freely. [CYMBELINE and IMOGEN converse apart. Bel. Is not this boy reviv'd from death? One sand another Arv. Who died, and was Fidele:-What think you? Bel. Peace, peace! see further; he eyes us not; for bear; Creatures may be alike: were't he, I am sure He would have spoke to us. Gui Bel. Be silent; let's see further. But we saw him dead. It is my mistress: [Aside. Since she is living, let the time run on, To good, or bad. Сут. [CYMBELINE and IMOGEN come forward. 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. Cym. That diamond upon your finger, say, How came it yours? |