No lesser of her honour confident Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring; Of Phoebus' wheel; and might so safely, had it Most vilely; for my vantage, excellent; Post. That's due to all the villains past, in being, To come!-0, give me cord, or knife, or poison, That all the abhorred things o' the earth amend, My queen, my life, my wife! O Imogen, Imogen, Imogen! Imo. Peace, my lord; hear, hear Post. Shall's have a play of this? Thou scornful page, There lie thy part. [Striking her: she falls. O, gentlemen, help, help Pis. Cym. Does the world go round? Post. How come these staggers on me? Pis. To death with mortal joy. Pis. Imo. O, get thee from How fares my mistress? my sight; The tune of Imogen! Thou gav'st me poison: dangerous fellow, hence! Pis. Lady, The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if Imo. Cor. It poison'd me. O Gods!I left out one thing which the queen confess'd, Which must approve thee honest: If Pisanio Have, said she, given his mistress that confection Which I gave him for a cordial, she is serv'd As I would serve a rat. Cym. What's this, Cornelius? All offices of nature should again Do their due functions.-Have you ta'en of it? Bel. There was our error. Gui. My boys, This is sure, Fidele. Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady from you? Think, that you are upon a rock; and now Throw me again. Post. Till the tree die! Cum. [Embracing him. Hang there like fruit, my soul, What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act? How now, my flesh, my child? Your blessing, sir. [Kneeling. [To GUI. and ARV. My tears, that fall, Imo. Bel. Though you did love this youth, I blame ye not; You had a motive for 't. Cym. Prove holy water on thee! Imogen, Thy mother's dead. Imo. I am sorry for 't, my lord. Cym. O, 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. Pis. My lord, Now fear is from me, I 'il speak troth. Lord Cloten, With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth, and swore, It was my instant death: By accident, I had a feigned letter of my master's To seek her on the mountains near to Milford; I further know not. Gui. I slew him there. Let me end the story: Cym. Marry, the gods forfend! Gui. I have spoke it, and I did it. Cym. He was a prince. Gui. A most uncivil one: The wrongs he did me Cym. This man is better than the man he slew, As well descended as thyself; 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. Сут. Why, old soldier, Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for, By tasting of our wrath? How of descent As good as we? Arv. In that he spake too far. We will die all three Cym. And thou shalt die for 't. Arv. Ours. Your danger is Have at it then Gui. And our good is his.. 1 By leave; Thou hadst, great king, a subject, whe Was call'd Belarius. Cym. What of him? he is. A banish'd traitor. He it is, that hath Bel. Assum'd this age: indeed, a banish'd man; I know not how, a traitor. Cym. Take him hence; Not too hot: The whole world shall not save him. Bel. First pay me for the nursing of thy sons: As I have receiv'd it. Cym. Nursing my sons? Bel. 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, Cym. How! my issue? Bel. So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan, Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd: Your pleasure was my mere offence,3 my punishment Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'd, Was all the harm I'did. These gentle princes Two of the sweet'st companions in the world 3 |