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Britons must take : For me, my ransom's death;
Enter two British Captains, and Soldiers. 1 Cap. Great Jupiter be prais'd! Lucius is taken; 'Tis thought, the old man and his sons were angels.
2 Cap. There was a fourth man, in a silly habit, That
gave the affront with them. 1 Cap. So 'tis reported; But none of them can be found.--Stand! Who's
151 2 Cap. Lay hands on him; A dog! A leg of Rome shall not return to tell What crows have peck'd them here: He brags his
service As if he were of note: bring him to the king. Enter CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, AR
VIRAGUS, Pisanio, and Roman Captives. The Captains present POSTHUMUS to CYMBELINE, who delivers him over to a Gaoler : after which all go out.
SCENE SCENE IV.
A Prison. Enter POSTHUMUS, and two Gaolers. 1 Gaol. You shall not now be stolen, you have locks
upon you ; So, graze, as you find pasture.
2 Gaol. Ay, or a stomach. [Exeunt Gaolers.
Post. Most welcome, bondage! for thou art a way, I think, to liberty: Yet am I better Than one that's sick o'the gout ; since he had rather Groan so in perpetuity, than be cur'd By the sure physician, death ; who is the key To unbar these locks. My conscience! thou art
fetter'd More than my shanks, and wrists : You good gods,
'Tis not so dear, yet 'tis a life; you coin'd it : 'Tween man and man, they weigh not every stamp; Though light, take pieces for the figure's sake; 181 You rather mine, being yours: And so, great powers, If you will take this audit, take this life, And cancel these cold bonds. O Imogen! l'll speak to thee in silence.
Solemn Musick. Enter, as in an Apparition, SICILIUS
LEONATUS, Father to POSTHUMUS, an old Man, attired like a Warrior; leading in his Hand an ancient Matron, his Wife, and Mother to PostHUMUS, with Musick before them. Then, after other Musick, follow the two young LEONATI, Brothers to POSTHUMUS, with Wounds as they died in the Wars. They circle POSTHUMUS round, as he lies sleeping. Sici. No more, thou thunder-master, shew
Thy spite on mortal flies :
That thy adulteries
190 Hath my poor boy done ought but well,
Whose face I never saw?
Attending Nature's law.
Thou orphan's father art)
From this earth-vexing smart.
But took me in my throes;
Came crying 'mongst his foes,
Moulded the stuff so fair,
As great Sicilius' heir.
In Britain where was he That could stand up his parallel ;
Or fruitful object be In eye of Imogen, that best
Could deem his dignity? Moth. With marriage wherefore was he mock'd,
To be exil'd, and thrown
From her his dearest one,
Slight thing of Italy,
With needless jealousy ;
O'the other's villany? 2 Bro. For this, from stiller seats we came,
Our parents, and us twain, That, striking in our coumtry's cause,
Fell bravely, and were slain; Our fealty, and Tenantius' right,
With honour to maintain.
230 i Bro. Like hardiment Posthumus hath
To Cymbeline perform'd: Then, Jupiter, thou king of gods,
Why hąst thou thus adjourn'd
Being all to dolours turn'd?
No longer exercise,
240 Moth. Since, Jupiter, our son is good,
Take off his miseries.
Or we poor ghosts will cry
Against thy deity. 2 Broth. Help, Jupiter; or we appeal,
And from thy justice fly. Jupiter descends in Thunder and Lightning, sitting upon
an Eagle; he throws a Thunder-Bolt. The Ghosts fall on their Knees. Jupit. No more, you petty spirits of region low, Offend our hearing ; hush! How dare
250 Accuse the thunderer, whose bolt you know,
Sky-planted, batters all rebelling coasts? Poor shadows of Elysium, hence;, and rest Upon your never-withering banks of flowers ;