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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 ?
What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act :
Wilt thou not speak to me?
Imo. Your Blessing, Şir.

[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;
I flew him there.

Cym. Marry, the Gods forefend !
I would not, thy good deeds should from my lips
Pluck a hard sentence : pr’ythee, valiant youth,
Deny't again.

Guid. I've spoke it, and I did it.
Cym. He was a Prince.
Guid. A most incivil one. The wrongs, he did me,

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Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me
With language that would make me spurn the sea,
Could it so roar to me.

I cut off's head,
And am right glad, he is not standing here
To tell this tale of mine.

Cym. I'm sorry for thee;
By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must
Endure our law: thou'rt dead.

Imo. That headless man
I thought had been my lord.

Cym. Bind the offender,
And take him from our presence.

Bel. Stay, Sir King,
This man is better than the man he flew,
As well descended as thy self; and hath
More of thee merited, than a band of Clotens
Had ever scar for.- Let his arms alone ; (To the Guard.
They were not born for bondage.

Cym. Why, old Soldier,
Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for,
By tasting of our wrath ? how of descent
As good as we?

Ārv. In that he spake too far.
Cym. And thou shalt die for't.

Bel. We will die all three,
But I will prove, that two on's are as good
As I've giv'n out of him. My Sons, I must,
For mine own part, unfold a dangerous speech,
Though, haply, well for you.

Arv. Your danger's ours.
Guid. And our Good, his.

Bel. Have at it then, by leave :
Thou hadft, great King, a Subject, who was callid
Belarius.

Cym. What of him? a banish'd traitor.

Bel. He it is, that hath
Assum'd this age ; indeed, a banish'd man;
I know not how, a traicor.

Cym. Take him hence,
The whole world shall not fave him.

Bel. Not too hot:
Firit pay me for the nursing of thy Sons; And

And let it be confiscate all, so soon
As I've receiv'd it.

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

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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:
The service, that you three have done, is more
Unlike, than this thou tell’ft. I lost my Children
If these be they, I know not how to wish
A pair of worthier Sons.

Bel. Be pleas’d a while —
Most worthy Prince, as yours, is true Guiderius :

" This Gentleman, my Gadwall, Arviragus,

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Your younger princely Son; he, Sir, was lapt
In a most curious mantle, wrought by th' hand
Of his Queen-mother, which, for more probation,
I can with ease produce.

Cym. Guiderius had
Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine ftar;
It was a mark of wonder.

Bel. This is he;
Who hath upon him ftill that nat'ral stamp:
It was wise Nature's end, in the donation,
To be his evidence now.

Cym. Oh, what am I
A Mother to the birth of three! nc'er Mother
Rejoic'd deliverance more ; bleft may you be,
That, after this strange starting from your Orbs,
You may reign in them now! oh Imogen,
Thou’aft loft by this a Kingdom.

Imo. No, my Lord:
I've got two worlds by't. Oh, my gentle Brothers,
Have we thus met? oh, never say hereafter,
But I am truest speaker. You callid me Brother,
When I was but your Sister: I, you Brothers;
When ye were so, indeed.

Cym. Did you e'er meet?
Arv. Ay, my good Lord.

Guid. And at first meeting lov'd;
Continu'd so, until we thought he died.

Cor. By the Queen's dram she swallow'd.

Cym. O rare instinct !
When shall I hear all through? this fierce abridgment
Hath to it circumstantial branches, which
Distinction should be rich in.—Where? how liv'd you?
And when came you to serve our Roman Captive?
How parted with your Brothers? how first met them?
(58) Why fled you from the Court ? and whither?
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(58) Why fled you from the Court, and whether these?] By a strange
Negligence, in all the Editions, this Pafsage is stark Nonsense. One
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another, is, in the false Pointing. It must be rectified thus;

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And your three motives to the battel, with
I know not how much more, should be demanded ;
And all the other Bye-dependances
From chance to chance: but not the time, nor place,
Will serve long interrogatories. See,
Posthumus anchors upon Imogen;
And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye
On him, her Brothers, me, her master ; hitting
Each object with a joy. The counter-change
Is sev'rally in all. Let's quit this ground,
And smoak the Temple with our Sacrifices.
Thou art my Brother; so we'll hold thee ever. [To Bel.

Imo. You are my Father too, and did relieve me, To see 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,
I will yet do you service.

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,
The Soldier, that did company these three,
In

poor Beseeming: 'twas a fitment for
The purpose I then follow'd. That I was he,
Speak, lacbimo, I had you down, and might
Have made your finish.

lach. I am down again:
But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee, [Kneels.
As then your force did. Take that life, beseech you,
Which I fo often owe: but, your Ring first;
And here the bracelet of the truest Princess,
That ever swore her faith.

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."

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