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Poft. Ay, fo thou dost, [Coming forward.
Italian fiend! ah me, moft.credulous fool,
Egregious murderer, thief, any thing
Thai's due to all the villains pait, in being,
To come---oh, give me cord, or knife, or poison,
Some upright juiticer! Thou, King, send out
For torturers ingenious; it is I
That all th' abhorred things oth’ earth amend,
By being worse than they. I am Posthumus,
That killed thy daughter :---Fillain-like, I lie ;
That caused a leffer villain than myself,
A facrilegious thief, to do't. The temple
Of virtue was she, yea, and she herself.---
Spit, and throw stones, cait mire upon me, fet
The dogs o'th' treet to bay me: every villain
Be called Posthumus Leonatus, and
Be villainy less than 'twas ! ---Oh Imogen!
My Queen, my life, my wife! oh Imogen,
Imogen, Imogen!

Imo. Peace, my Lord, hear, hear...

Poft. Shall's have a play of this?
Thou fcornful page, there ly thy part:

[Striking her, she falls.
Pis. Oh, gentlemen, help,
Mine and your miltrels---Oh, my Lord Pofthumus!
You ne'er killed Imogen till now. --help, help,
Mine honoured Lady-

Cym. Does the world go round?
Poft. How come these itaggers on me?
Pif. Wake, my mistress!

Cyon. If this be so, the Gods do mean to strike me.
To death with mortal joy.

Pif. How fares my mistress ??

Imo. O, get thee from my fight;
Thou gavlt me poifon : dangerous fellow, hence!

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Breathe not where Princes are.

Cum. The tune of Inogen!
Pif. Lady, the Gods throw stones of sulphur on
If what I gave you was not thought by me [me,
A precious thing: I had it from the Queen.

Cym. New matter still?
Imo. It poisoned me.

Cor. Oh Gods!
I left out one thing which the Queen confessed,
Which must approve thee honeft. If Pisanio
Hare, said she, given his mistress that confection
Which I gave him for cordial, she is served
As I would serve a rat.

Cym. What's this, Cornelius ? : Cor. The Queen, Sir, very oft importuned me To temper poisons for her; still pretending The fatisfaction of her knowledge, only In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs Of no esteem ; I, dreading that her purpose Was of more danger, did

compound for her
A certain stuff, which, being ta’en, would seize :
The present power of life; but, in thort time,
All offices of nature should again
Do their due functions. Have you ta'en of it?

Imo. Most like I did, for I was dead.
Bel. My boys, there was our. error...
Guid. This is, sure, Fideles

Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady from Think that you are upon a rock, and now. [you? Throw me again.

Poft. 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 blefling, Sir.

EKneelingi Bel.Tho’you did love this youth, I blame you not, You had a motive for't.

[Ta Guid. Arve. Gym. My tears, that fall, Prove holy-water on thee! Imogen, Thy mother's dead.

Imo I'm forry fort, my Lord. Cym. Oh, 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.

Pif. My Lord,
Now fear is from me, I'll speak truth. Lord Cloten,
Upon my Lady's missing, caine to me
With his sword drawni, foamed at the mouth, and

fwore,
If I discovered not which way she went,
It was my instant death. By accident
I had a feigned letter of my master's
Then in my pocket; which directed her
To seck him on the mountains near to Milford:
Where, in a frenzy, in my

master's

garments, Which he enforced from me, away he posts With unchaste purpose, and with oath to violate My Lady's honour. What became of him, I further know not.

Guid. Let me end the story; I flew him there.

Gym. Marry, the Gods forefend! I would not thy good deeds should from my lipsPluck a hard fentence; prythee, valiant youth, Deny it again.

Guid. I've spoke it and I did it. : Cym. He was a Prince: Guid. A most incivil one. The wrongs he did me,

Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me
With langnage that would make me fpurn the sea,
Could it fo roar to me. I cut off's head;
And am right glad he is not standing here
To tell this tale of mine.

Gym. I'm sorry for thee;
By thine own tongue thou art condemned, and muf
Endure our law : thou’rt dead.

Imo. That headless man
I thought had been my Lord,

Cym. Bind the offender,
And take him from our presence.

Bel. Stay, Sir King,
This man is better than the man he flew,
As well descended as thyself; and hath
More of thee merited, than a band of Clotens
Had ever fcar 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?

Ary. In that he fpake too far.
Cym. And thou shalt die for't.

Bel. We will die all three;
But I will prove, that two on's are as good
As I've given out of him. My fons, I must,
For mine own part, unfold a dangerous fpeech,
Though, haply, well for you.

Aiv. Your danger's ours.
Guid. 'ind our good, his.

Bel. Have at it chen, by leave :
Thou hadít, great King, a subject, who was called
Bellarius,

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Cym. What of him? a banished traitor.

Bel. He it is that hath
Assumed this age ; indeed, a banished man;
I know not how a traitor.

Gym. Take him hence,
The whole world shall not fave him.

Beh. Not too hot:
First, pay me for the nursing of thy fons;
And let it be confiscare all, so soon
As I've received it.

Gym. Nursing of my fons ?

Bel. I am too blunt and faucy; here's my kizce:
Ere I arise, I will prefer my sonș,
Then spare not the old father, Mighty Sir,
These two young gentlemen, that call me father,
And think they are my fons, are none of mine;
They are the issue of your loins,.my Liege,
And blood of your begetting.

Cym. How? my issue?

Bel. So fure as you your father's : I, old Morgan,
Am that Bellarius whom you sometime banished;
Your pleasure was my near offence, my punishment
Itself, and all my treason : that I suffered,
Was all the harm I did. These gentle Princes
(For such and fo they are these twenty years
Have I trained up; such arts they have, as I
Could put into them. Sir, my breeding was,
As your Grace knows. Their nurse Euriphile,
Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children
Upon my banishment: I moved her to’t;
Having received the punishment before
For that which I did then. Beaten for loyalty,
Excited me to treason. Their dear loss,
The more of

you

'twas felt, the more it shaped Unto my end of stealing them. But, Sir,

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