My Lady's honour: What became of him, Guid. Let me end the story; I flew him there. Cym. Marry, the Gods forefend! I would not thy good deeds fhould from my lips Guid. I've spoke it, and I did it. Guid. A moft incivil one. The wrongs he did me And am right glad he is not standing here Cym. I'm forry for thee; By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must Imo. That headless man I thought had been my Lord. And take him from our prefence. Bel. Stay, Sir King, This man is better than the man he flew, More of thee merited, than a band of Clotens Had ever scar for. Let his arms alone, Cym. Why, old foldier, [To the Guard. Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for, As good as we? Arv. In that he spake too far. Cym. And thou fhalt die for't. Bel. We will die all three, But I will prove that two on's are as good this tale of mine. 5 tafting... old edit. Warb, emend. As As I've giv'n out of him. My fons, I muft Arv. Your danger's ours. Guid. And our good yours. Bel. Have at it then, by leave: Thou hadft, great King, a fubject, who was call'd Bellarius. Cym. What of him? a banifh'd traitor. Bel. He it is that hath Affum'd this age; indeed a banish'd man, Cym. Take him hence, The whole world fhall not fave him. Firft pay me for the nurfing of thy fons, And let it be confifcate all, fo foon As I've receiv'd it. Cym. Nurfing of my fons? Bel. I am too blunt, and fawcy; here's my knee: Then fpare not the old father. Mighty Sir, Cym. How? my iffue? Bel. So fure as you, your father's; I, old Morgan, Upon Upon my banishment: I mov'd her to❜t, For that which I did then. 7' Beatings for loyalty Cym. Thou weep'st, and speak'st: The fervice that you three have done, is more Bel. Be pleas'd a while This gentleman, whom I call Paladour, Cym. Guiderius had Upon his neck a mole, a fanguine star, Bel. This is he; Who hath upon him still that natʼral stamp : Cym. Oh, what am I? A mother to the birth of three? ne'er mother 7 Beaten Ime. Imo. No, my Lord: I've got two worlds by't. Have we thus met? oh, But I am trueft fpeaker. Oh my gentle brothers, When I was but your fifter: I, you brothers, Cym. Did you e'er meet? Arv. Ay, my good Lord. Guid. And at first meeting lov'd, 8 Continu'd fo, until we thought he died. Cor. By the Queen's dram fhe swallow'd. When shall I hear all through? this fierce abridgment Distinction should be rich in. Where? how liv❜d you? I know not how much more, fhould be demanded, From chance to chance: but not the time nor place And fhe, like harmless lightning, throws her eye [To Bellarius. Imo. You are my father too, and did relieve me, To fee this gracious season. Cym. All o'er-joy'd, Save these in bonds: let them be joyful too, For they shall taste our comfort. Imo. My good master, 8 he 9 and whether these?... old edit. Theob, emend. I I will yet do you service. Luc. Happy be you! Cym. The forlorn foldier that fo nobly fought, He would have well becom'd this place, and grac'd Poft. 'Tis I am, Sir, The foldier that did company these three The purpose I then follow'd. That I was he, Speak, Iachimo, I had you down, and might Iach. I am down again : But now my heavy confcience finks my knee, [Kneels. As then your force did. Take that life, 'befeech you, Poft. Kneel not to me: The power that I have on you, is to spare you: Cym. Nobly doom'd: We'll learn our freenefs of a fon-in-law; Pardon's the word to all. Arv. You help'd us, Sir, As you did mean indeed to be our brother; Joy'd are we, that you are. Poft. Your fervant, Princes. (a) Poft. Your fervant, Princes. Good my Lord of Rome, Call forth your Soothsayer: as I flept, methought Appear'd to me, with other fprightly fhews Of mine own kindred. When I wak'd, I found Is fo from fenfe in hardness, that I can Luc. Philarmonus ! Сут. Seath. |