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Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady from you? Think, that you are upon a rock, and now Throw me again.
Poft. Hang there like fruit, my soul, 'Till the tree die !
Cym. How now, my flesh ? my child ?
[Kneeling. Bel. Tho'you did love this youth, I blame you not, You had a motive for't.
[To Guid. Arvir. Cym. My tears, that fall, Prove holy-water on thee! Imogen, Thy mother's dead.
Imo. I'm sorry for’t, my lord.
Cym. Oh, she was naught; and long of her it was, That we meet here so strangely; but her son Is gone, we know not how, nor where.
Pif. My lord, Now fear is from me, I'll speak truth. Lord Cloten, Upon my lady's milling, came to me With his sword drawn, foar'd at the mouth, and swore, If I discover'd not which way the went, It was my instant death. . By accident I had a feigned letter of my master's Then in my pocket ; which directed her To seek him on the mountains near to Milford: Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments, Which he inforc'd from me, away he posts With unchaste purpose, and with oath to violate My lady's honour: What became of him, I further know not.
Guid. Let me end the story;
Cym. Marry, the Gods forefend !
Guid. I've spoke it, and I did it.
Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me
I cut off's head,
Cym. I'm sorry for thee;
Imo. That headless man
Cym. Bind the offender,
Bel. Stay, Sir King,
Cym. Why, old Soldier,
Ārv. In that he spake too far.
Bel. We will die all three,
Arv. Your danger's ours.
Bel. Have at it then, by leave :
Cym. What of him? a banish'd traitor.
Bel. He it is, that hath
Cym. Take him hence,
Bel. Not too hot:
And let it be confiscate all, so soon
Cym. Nursing of my Sons ?
Bel. I am too blunt, and sawcy; here's my knce : Ere I arise, I will prefer my Sons, Then spare not the old Father. Mighty Sir, These two young Gentlemen, that call me Father, And think they are my Sons, are none of mine; They are the issue of your loins, my liege, And blood of
your begetting Cym. How?
issue? Bel. So sure as you, your Father's: I, old Morgan, Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd; Your pleasure was my near offence, my punishment It self, and all my treason: That I suffer'd, Was all the harm I did. These gentle Princes, (For such and so they are,) these twenty years Have I train'd up; such arts they have, as I Could put into them. Sir, my breeding was, As your Grace knows. Their nurse Euriphile, Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children Upon my Banishment: I mov'd her to't; Having receiv'd the punishment before, For That which I did then. Beaten for loyalty, Excited me to treason. Their dear loss, The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shap'd Unto my end of stealing them. But, Sir, Here are your Sons again ; and I must lose Two of the sweet'st companions in the world. The benedi&tion of these covering heav'ns Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy To in-lay heav'n with stars.
Cym. Thou weep'st, and speak'st:
Bel. Be pleas’d a while —
" This Gentleman, my Gadwall, Arviragus,
Your younger princely Son; he, Sir, was lapt
Cym. Guiderius had
Bel. This is he;
Cym. Oh, what am I
Imo. No, my Lord:
Cym. Did you e'er meet?
Guid. And at first meeting lov'd;
Cor. By the Queen's dram she swallow'd.
Cym. O rare instinct !
another, is, in the false Pointing. It must be rectified thus;
flav Why fled you from the Court? and whither? These, &c. The King is asking his Daughter, how She has liv'd lince her Elope
And your three motives to the battel, with
Imo. You are my Father too, and did relieve me, To see this gracious season !
Cym. All o'er-joy'd,
Imo. My good master,
Luc. Happy be you!
Cym. The forlorn Soldier, that so nobly fought, He would have well becom'd this place, and grac'd The thankings of a King.
Poft. 'Tis I am, Sir,
poor Beseeming: 'twas a fitment for
lach. I am down again:
Poft. Kneel not to me: ment from the Court ; when She enter'd herself in Lucius's Service ; how she met with her Brothers, or parted from them; why She fled from the Court, and to what Place: And having enumerated so many Particulars, he stops short, and cries, “ All these Circumftances, and the Motives of “ Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus to the Battle, together with a Number more of Occurrences by the Bye, I want to be resolv'd in."