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Post. I tell thee, fellow, there are none want eyes to direct them the way I am going, but such as wink, and will not use them.
Jail. What an infinite mock is this, that a man should have the best use of eyes, to see the way of blindness? I am sure hanging's the way of winking.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Knock off his manacles; bring your prisoner to the king.
Post. Thou bringest good news;-I am called to be made free.
Jail. I'll be hanged then.
Post. Thou shalt be then freer than a jailer; no bolts for the dead. [Exeunt POSTHUMUS and Messenger. Jail. Unless a man would marry a gallows, and beget young gibbets, I never saw one so prone. Yet, on my conscience, there are verier knaves desire to live, for all he be a Roman; and there be some of them, too, that die against their wills; so should I, if I were one. I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good. O, there were desolation of jailers and gallowses! I speak against my present profit; but my wish hath a preferment in't. [Exeunt.
SCENE V. Cymbeline's Tent.
Enter CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRAGUS, PISANIO, Lords, Officers, and Attendants.
Cym. Stand by my side, you whom the gods have made Preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart,
That the poor soldier, that so richly fought,
Whose rags shamed gilded arms, whose naked breast
Our grace can make him so.
I never saw
Such noble fury in so poor a thing;
Such precious deeds in one that promised nought
But beggary and poor looks.
Pis. He hath been searched among the dead and living, But no trace of him.
No tidings of him?
To my grief, I am
The heir of his reward; which I will add
To you, the liver, heart, and brain of Britain,
[To BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ÁRVIRAGUS.
By whom, I grant, she lives. 'Tis now the time
In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen:
Enter CORNELIUS and Ladies.
There's business in these faces.-Why so sadly
Hail, great king!
To sour your happiness, I must report
Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life;
Cor. First, she confessed she never loved you; only Affected greatness got by you, not you;
Married your royalty, was wife to your place;
Abhorred your person.
She alone knew this;
And, but she spoke it dying, I would not
Believe her lips in opening it. Proceed.
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.
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, lingering,
By inches waste you. In which time she purposed,
Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;
And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all!
Enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, the Soothsayer, and other Roman
Luc. Consider, sir, the chance of war.
We should not, when the blood was cool, have threatened
So feat, so nurselike. Let his virtue join
With my request, which, I'll make bold, your highness
Cannot deny; he hath done no Briton harm,
Though he have served a Roman. Save him, sir,
His favor is familiar to me.
I have surely seen him;
Boy, thou hast looked thyself into my grace,
And art mine own.-I know not why, nor wherefore,
The noblest ta'en.
I humbly thank your highness.
Luc. I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad; And yet, I know thou wilt.
There's other work in hand.
No, no; alack,
I see a thing
Bitter to me as death; your life, good master,
Than I to your highness; who, being born your vassal, Am something nearer.
Wherefore ey'st him so? Imo. I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please To give me hearing.
Ay, with all my heart,
And lend my best attention. What's thy name?
Thou art my good youth, my page; Walk with me; speak freely. [CYMBELINE and IMOGEN converse apart.
I'll be thy master.
One sand another
Bel. Is not this boy revived from death?
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 us.
But we saw him dead.
Bel. Be silent; let's see further.
It is my mistress; [Aside.
Since she is living, let the time run on,
To good, or bad. [CYMBELINE and IMOGEN come forward.
Or, by our greatness, and the grace of it,
Winnow the truth from falsehood.-On, speak to him.
What's that to him? [Aside. Cym. That diamond upon your finger, say, How came it yours?
Iach. Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that Which, to be spoke, would torture thee.
Iach. I am glad to be constrained to utter that which Torments me to conceal. By villany
I got this ring; 'twas Leonatus' jewel;
Whom thou didst banish; and (which more may grieve thee,
As it doth me) a nobler sir ne'er lived
'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my lord? Cym. All that belongs to this.
Iach. That paragon, thy daughter,For whom my heart drops blood, and my false spirits Quail to remember,-give me leave; I faint.
Cym. My daughter! what of her? Renew thy strength:
For beauty that made barren the swelled boast
Loves woman for; besides, that hook of wiving,