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(Oh, cunning ! how.! got it), nay, some marks
Of secret on her person ; that he could not
But think her bond of chastity quite crack'd,
I having ta’en the forfeit ; whereupon,
Methinks I see him now

Poft. Ay, so thou do'st, [Coming forward.
Italian fiend ! ah me, most credulous fool,
Egregious murtherer, thief, any thing
That's due to all the villaios pait, in being,
To come-moh, give me cord, or knife, or poison,
Some upright justicer! Thou, King, send out
For torturers ingenious; it is !
That all th'abhorred things o'th' earth amend,
By being worse then they. I am Posthumus
That kili'd thy daughter;- villain-like, I tye;
That caus'd a lesser villain than myfelf,
A facrilegious thief, to do't. The temple
Of virtue was she, yea, and she herself
Spit, and throw stones, calt mire upon me, fet
The dogs O'th’street to bait me: every villain
Be call's Pofthumus Leonatus, and
Be villany less than 'twas! Oh Imogen!
My Queen, my life, my wife ! oh Imogen,
Imogen, Imogen !

Imo. Peace, my Lord, hear, hear.

Poft. Shall's have a play of this ! Thou scornful page, there lie thy part.

[Striking 'her, she falls. Pif. Oh, Gentlemen, help, Mine, and


mistress Oh, my Lord Posthumus ! You ne'er kill'd Imogen till now on -help, help, Mine honour'd Lady

Cym. Does the world do round?
Poft. How come thefe staggers on me?
Pif. Wake, my mistrefs!

Cym. If this be jo, the gods do mean to strike me To death with mortal joy.

Pif. How fares my mistrefs ?

Imno. O, get thee from my sight: Thou gav'st me poison : dang’ious fellow, hence ! Breathe not where princes are,

Cym. The tune of Imogen!

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Pif. Lady, the gods throw stones of sulphur on me,
If what I gave you was not thought by me
A precious thing : I had it from the Queen.
Gym, New maiter still ?
Imo. It poison'd me.

Gor. Oh gods !
I left out one thing which the Queen, confessid,
Which must approve thee honest, If Pifanio
Have, said the, giv’n his mistress that confe&ion,
Which I gave him for cordial, she is serv'd
As I would serve a rat.
Cym. What's this, Cornelius ?

Cor. The Queen, Sir, very oft importun'd me
To temper poisons for her ; Itill pretending
The satisfaction of her knowledge, only
In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs
Of no esteem ; I, dreading that her purpose
Was of more danger, did compound for her
A certain stuff, which, being ta’en, would seize
The preient power of life; but, in short time,
All offices of nature should again
Do their due functions. Have you ta'en of it??

Imo. Most like I did, for I was dead.
Bel. My boys, there was our error.
Guid. This is, sure, Fidele.
Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady from you?

[To Posthumus.
Think, that you are upon a mock *, and now
Throw me again. - [Throwing her arms about bis neck.

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 blefling, Sir.

[Kneeling: Bel. Tho' you did love this youth, I blame you nota You had a motive for't.

[To Guid. Acvir.
Gym. My tears that fall,
Prove holy water on thee ! Imogen,
Thy mother's dead.

Imo. I'm sorry for't, my Lord.
* 1 6 a farce, a stage-play.

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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, foam'd at the mouth, and (worex 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 hin on the mountains near to Milford : Where, in a frenzy, in

my master's

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

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.

Gym. I'm sorry for thee;
By tbine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and muft
Endure our law : thou’rt dead.

Imo. That headless man
I tbought had been my Lord.

Gym. 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 thyfelf; and hath
More of thee merited, than a band of Cloiens:

he did me,

Had ever scar for.Let his arms alone ;

[To the Guard. They were not born for bondage.

Gym. Why, old foldier,
Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for,
By hasting of our wrath ? how of descent
As good as we?

Ārv. In that he spake too far.
Gym. 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 my own part, unfold a dangerous speech,
Though happly well for you.

Aro. Your danger's ours.
Guid. And our good, his.
Bel. Have at it then, by leave.

[riuso Thou hadft, great King, a subject who was call’d Belas.

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

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

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

Bel. Not too hot,
First, pay me for the nursing of thy fons;
And let it be confiscate all, so foon
As I've receiv'd it.

Cym. Nursing of my sons ?

Bele I am too blunt, and saucy; here's my knee.. 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. Gym How?


issue? Bel. So sure, as you your father's. 1, old Morgan; Am that Belarius whom you sometime ban th'd Your pleature was my near offence, my punishment Itself, and all my treaion. That I suffer'd, Was all the harm i did. These gentle princess !

(For such and so they are) these twenty years
Have I train'd up ; such arts chey 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 reason. Their dear loss,
The more of you 'twas telt, 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'lt companions in the world.
The benedi&tion of these covering heav’as
Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy
To in-lay heay'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


childrenIf these be they, I know not how to ,with. A pair of worthier sons.

Bel. Be pleas'd a while.
This Gentleman, whom I call Paladour,
*Most worthy Prince, as your's, is true Guiderius.
This Gentleman, my Gadwall, Arviragus,
Your younger princely. son ; be, 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 a neck a mole, a sanguine stars
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.

Gym. Oh, what am I?
A mother to the birth of three ! ne'er mother-
Rejoic'd deliverance more; bless'd may you be,
That, after this strange Itarting from your orbs,
You may reign in them now! oh Imogena,
Thou'lt loft by this a kingdom...

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