In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen: Further to boast, were neither true nor modest, Cym. Bow your knees: Arise my knight's o' the battle; I create you Enter CORNELIUS, and Ladies. There's business in these faces :-Why so sadly Cor. Hail, great king! To sour your happiness; I must report Cym. Whom worse than a physician Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life; Cym. Pr'ythee, say. 390 400 Cor. First, she confess'd she never lov'd you; only Affected greatness got by you, not you: 410 Abhorr'd Married your royalty, was wife to your place; Abhorr'd your person. Cym. She alone knew this : And, but she spoke it dying, I would not 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 Ta'en off by poison. Cym. O most delicate fiend! Who is't can read a woman?-Is there more? 420 Cor. More, sir, and worse. She did confess, she had For you a mortal mineral! which, being took, Cym. Heard you all this, her women? Lady. We did, so please your highness. 430 Cym. Mine eyes Were not in fault, for she was beautiful ; Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, 440 That That thought her like her seeming; it had been vicious, To have mistrusted her: yet, O my daughter! And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all! Enter LUCIUS, IA CHIMO, and other Roman Prisoners ; POSTHUMUS behind, and IMOGEN. Thou com'st not, Caius, now for tribute; that Luc. Consider, sir, the chance of war; the day 450 We should not, when the blood was cold, have threaten'd Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods So feat, so nurse-like let his virtue join 460 With my request, which, I'll make bold, your high ness Cannot deny; he hath done no Briton harm, Cym. I have surely seen him; -Boy, His favour is familiar to me :-) 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 Luc. The boy disdains me, He leaves me, scorns me: Briefly die their joys, Cym. What wouldst thou, boy? 470 486 489 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 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. 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; I'll be thy master: Walk with me; speak freely. [CYMBELINE and IMOGEN walk aside. Bel. Is not this boy reviv'd from death Arv. One sand another Not more resembles: That sweet rosy lad, Who dy'd, and was Fidele-What think you? Bel. Peace, peace! see further; he eyes us not; forbear Creatures may be alike: were't he, I am sure He would have spoke to ns. 510 Guid. But we saw him dead. Bel. Be silent; let's see further. Pis. It is my mistress: Since she is living, let the time run on, : [Aside. To good, or bad. [CYM. and IMO. come forward. Cym. Come, stand thou by our side; Make thy demand aloud. -Sir, step you forth; [TO LACHIMO. |