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• Bel. Sir,
Cym. Bow your knees:
Enter CORNELIUS, and Ladies.
Cor. Hail, great king!
Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life;
Cym. Pr'ythee, say.
410 Abhorr’d your person.
Cym. She alone knew this :
Cor. Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to love
429 Cym. 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 shew : yes, and in time (When she had fitted you with her craft), to work Her son into the adoption of the crown.
Cym. Heard you all this, her wonen?
Cym. Mine eyes
That thought her like her seeming ; it had been
Enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and other Ronan Prisoners ;
POSTHUMUS behind, and I MOGEN.
Thou com'st not, Caius, now for tribute; that
450 Luc. Consider, şir, the chance of war; the day Was your's by accident; had it gone
UIS, We should not, when the blood was cold, have
threaten'd Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives May be callid ransom, let it come: sufficeth, A Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer : Augustus lives to think on't : And so much For my peculiar care. This one thing only I will entreat; My boy, a Briton born,
46 Let him be rạnsom'd: never master had A page so kind, so duteous, diligent, So tender over his occasions, true, So feat, so nurse-like : let his virtuę join
With my request, which, I'll make bold, your high
Cannot deny; he hath done no Briton harm,
Cym. I have surely seen him;
Imo. I humbly thank your highness.
Luc. I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad;
Imo. No, no; alack,
Luc. The boy disdains me,
489 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 kind thy friend?
486 Imo. He is a' Romam; no more kin' to me, Than I to your highness; who, being born your
vassal, Am something nearer.
Cym. Wherefore ey‘st him so?
Imo. I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please To give me hearing
Cym. Ay, with all my heart, And lend my best attention. What's thy name? 500
Imo. Fidele, sir.
Cym. Thou art my good youth, my page;
(Cymbeline and I MOGEN walk aside. Bel. Is not this boy reviv'd from death .
Aru. One sand another
Guid. The same dead thing alive.
forbear; Creatures may be alike: were't he, I am sure 510 He would have spoke to us. »
Guid. But we saw him dead.
[ Aside. Since she is living, let the time run on, : To good, or bad. (Cym. and Imo. come forward. : Cym. Come, stand thou by our side; Make thy demand aloud. --Sir, step you forth;