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To taint his Nobler hart & braine, with needleffe i elousy, And to become the geeke and scorne o'th'others vilany? 2 Bro. For this, from stiller Seats we came,

our Parents, and vs twaine, That striking in our Countries cause,

fell brauely, and were Naine, Our Fealty, & Tenantius right, with Honor to maintaine. i Bro. Like hardiment Poftbumus hath

to Cymbeline perform’d: Then Iupiter, y King of Gods, why haft ý thus adiourn'd The Graces for his Merits due, being all to dolors turn'd? Sicil. Thy Christall window ope ; looke,

looke out, no longer exercise
Vpon a valiant Race, thy harsh, and potent iniuries :
Moib. Since( lupiter ) our Son is good,

take off his miseries.
Sicil. Peepe through thy Marble Mansion, helpe,

or we poore Ghosts will cry
To'th'shining Synod of the rest, against thy Deity.
Brotbers. Helpe (lupiter) or we appeale,

and from thy iuftice Aye. Iupiter descends in Thunder and Lightning , fitting uppon an Eagle : bee tbrewes a Thunder-bolt. The Gboftes fall on

their knees.
Iupiter. No more you petty Spirits of Region low
Offend our hearing : hush. How dare you Ghostes
Accuse the Thunderer, whole Bolt (you know)
Sky-planted, batters all rebelling Coasts.
Poore shadowes of Elizium, hence, and rest
V pon your neuer-withering bankes of Flowres.
Be not with mortall accidents opprest,
No care of yours it is, you know 'tis ours.
Whom best I loue, I crosse; to make my guift
The more delay'd, delighted. Be content,
Your low-laide Sonne, our Godhead will vplift:
His Comforts thriue, his Trials well are spent :
Our louiall Starre reign’d at his Birth, and in
Our Temple was he married : Rise, and fade,
He shall be Lord of Lady Imogen,
And happier much by his AfHiction made.
This Tablet lay vpon his Brest, wherein
Our pleasure, his full Fortune, doth confine,
And so away: no farther with your dinne
Expresse Impatience, least you itirre vp mine :
Mount Eagle, to my Palace Christalline. Ascends

Sicil. He came in Thunder, his Celestiall breath
Was sulphurous to smell : the holy Eagle
Stoop'd, as to foote vs : his Ascension is
More sweet then our blest Fields : his Royall Bird
Prunes the immortall wing, and cloyes his Beake,
As when his God is pleas'd.

All. Thankes Iupiter.

Sic. The Marble Pauement clozes, he is enter'd His radiant Roofe : Away, and to be blest Let vs with care performe his great beheft. Vanish

Poft. Sleepe, thou hast bin a Grandfire, and begot A Father to me : and thou hest created A Mother, and two Brothers. But (oh scorne) Gone, they went hence so soone as they were borne: And so I am awake. Poore Wretches, that depend On Greatneile, Fauour; Dreame as I haue done, Wake, and finde nothing. But (alas) I swerue : Many Dreame not to finde, neither deferue, And yet are steep'd in Fauours ; so am I That haue this Golden chance, and know not why : What Fayeries haunt this ground ? A Book!Oh rare one,

Be not, as is our fangled world, a Garment
Nobler then that it couers. Let thy effects
So follow, to be most vnlike our Courtiers,
As good, as promise.

, out seeking finde, and bec embrac'd by a peece of tender Ayre: And wben from a sately Cedar shall be lope branckes, w bich being dead many yeares, shall after reuiue, bee joyrred to the old Stocke, and freshly grow, tben jhall Poftbumus end bis miseries, Britaine be fortunate, and flourish in Peace and Plextie. 'Tis still a Dreame: or else such stuffe as Madmen Tongue, and braine not : either both, or nothing, Or senselesse speaking, or a speaking such As sense cannot vntye. Be what it is, The Action of my life is like it, which Ile keepe If but for fimpathy.

Enter Gaoler.
Gao. Come Sir, are you ready for death?
Pot. Ouer-roasted rather : ready long ago.

Gao. Hanging is the word, Sir, if you bee readie for that, you are well Cook'd.

Poft. So if I prove a good repast to the Spectators, the dish payes the shot.

Gao. A heauy reckoning for you Sir: But the comfort is you

shall be called to no more payments, fear no more Tauerne Bils, which are often the sadnesle of parting, as the procuring of mirth : you come in faint for want of meate, depart reeling with too much drinke : forrie that you haue payed too much, and sorry that you are payed too much : Purse and Braine, both empty : the Brain the heauier, for being too light; the Purle too light, being drawne of heauinesse. Oh, of this contradi&tion you shall now be quit : Oh the charity of a penny Cord, it fummes vp thousands in a trice : you have no true Debitor, and Creditor but it : of what's paft, is, and to come, the discharge : your necke(Sis)is Pen, Booke, and Counters; lo the Acquittance followes.

Poft. I am merrier to dye, then thou art to live.

Gao. Indeed Sir, he that neepes, feeles not the ToothAche : but a man that were to sleepe your Neepe, and a Hangman to helpe him to bed, I think he would change places with his Officer : for, look you Sir, you know not which way you shall go.

Poft. Yes indeed do I, fellow.

Gao. Your death has eyes in's head then : I haue not seene him so pictur'd : you must either bee directed by some that take vpon them to know, or to take vpon your selfe that which I am sure you do not know : 1or iump the after-enquiry on your owne perill: and how you thall speed in your iournies end, I thinke you'l neuer returne to tell one.

Poft. I tell thee, Fellow, there are none want eyes, to direct them the way I am going, but such as winke, and will not vse them.

Gao. What an infinite mocke is this, that a man fhold haue the best vse of eyes, to see the way of blindnesle : I am sure hanging's the way of winking.

Enter a Messenger. Mes. Knocke off his Manacles, bring your Prisoner to the King.

Poft. Thou bring'st good newes, I am callid to bee made free.

Gao. lle be hang'd then.
Poft. Thou shalt be then freer then a Gaoler;no bolts



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Gao. Vnlesse a man would marry a Gallowes, & beget yong Gibbets, I neuer saw one so prone : yet on my Conscience, there are verier Knaues desire to live, for all he be a Roman ; and there be some of them too that dye against their willes; so should I, if I were one. I would we were all of one minde, and one minde good : O there were desolation of Gaolers and Galowses : I speake against my present profit, but my with hath a preferment in't.


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Enter Cymbeline, Bellarius, Guiderius, Arui

ragus, Pifanio, and Lords.
Cym. Stand by my side you, whom the Gods haue made
Preferuers of my Throne: woe is my heart,
That the poore Souldier that so richly fought,
Whose ragges, sham'd gilded Armes, whose naked brest
Stept before Targes of proofe, cannot be found :
He shall be happy that can finde him, if
Onr Grace can make him so.

Bel. I neuer saw
Such Noble fury in so poore a Thing;
Such precious deeds, in one that promift nought
But beggery, and poore lookes.

Cym. No tydings of him?

Pifa. He hath bin search'd among the dead, & living ; But no trace of him.

Cym. To my greefe, I am
The heyre of his Reward, which I will adde
To you (the Liuer, Heart, and Braine of Britaine)
By whom (I grant) she lives. 'Tis now the time
To aske of whence you are. Report it.

Bel. Sir,
In Cambria are we borne, and Gentlemen :
Further to boast, were neyther true, nor modest,
Vnleffe I adde, we are honeft.

Cym. Bow your knees :
Arise my Knights o'th'Battell, I create you
Companions to our person, and will fit you
With Dignities becomming your estates.

Enter Cornelius and Ladies.
There's bufinesse in these faces : why so fadly
Greet you our Victory ? you looke like Romaines,
And not o'th'Court of Britaine.

Corn. Hayle great King,
To fowre your happineffe, I must report
The Queene is dead.

Cym. Who worse then a Phyfitian
Would this report become? But I consider,
By Med'cine life may be prolong'd, yet death
Will seize the Doctor too. How ended she?

Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life,
Which (being cruell to the world ) concluded
Most cruell to her selfe. What she confeft,
I will report, so please you. These her Women
Can trip me, if I erre, who with wet cheekes
Were present when she finishid.

Cym. Prythee fay.

Cor. First, the confeft she neuer lou'd you : onely
Affected Greatnesse got by you : not you :
Married your Royalty, was wife to your place :

Abhorr’d your person.

Cym. She alone knew this :
And but she spoke it dying, I would not
Beleeue her lips in opening it. Proceed.

Corn. Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to loue
With such integrity, she did confeffe
Was as a Scorpion to her fight, whose life
(But that her flight preuented it) she had
Tane off by poyson.

Cym. O most delicate Fiend!
Who is't can reade a Woman? Is there more?

Corn. More Sir, and worse. She did confesse she had
For you a mortall Minerall, which being tooke,
Should by the minute feede on life, and ling'ring,
By inches waste you. In which time, the purpos'd
By watching, weeping, tendance, kisling, to
Orecome you with her thew; and in time
(When she had fitted you with her craft, to worke
Her Sonne into th'adoption of the Crowne :
But fayling of her end by his strange absence,
Grew shamelele desperate, open'd (in despight
Of Heauen ,and Men) her purposes : repented
The euils she hatch'd, were not effected : so
Dispayring, dyed.

Cym. Heard you all this, her Women?
La. We did, so please your Highnesse.

Cym. Mine eyes
Were not in fault, for the was beautifull:
Mine eares that heare her flattery, nor my heart,
That thought her like her seeming. It had beene vicious
To haue mistrusted her : yet (Oh my Daughter)
That it was folly in me, thou mayst say,
And proue it in thy feeling. Heauen mend all.
Enter Lucius, Iacbimo, and other Roman prisoners,

Leonat us bebind, and Imogen. Thou comm'ft not Caius now for Tribute, that The Britaines haue rac'd out, though with the losse Of many a bold one : whose Kinsmen have made suite That their good soules may be appeas'd, with Naughter Of you their Captiues, which our selfe haue granted, So thinke of your estate.

Luc. Consider Sir, the chance of Warre, the day
Was yours by accident : had it gone with vs,
We should not when the blood was cool, have threatend
Our Prisoners with the Sword. But since the Gods
Will haue it thus, that nothing but our lives
May be call'd ransome, let it come : Sufficeth,
A Roman, with a Romans heart can suffer :
Auguftus liues to thinke on't : and so much
For my peculiar care. This one thing onely
I will entreate, my Boy (a Britaine borne)
Let him be ransom'd: Neuer Master had
A Page so kinde, so duteous, diligent,
So tender ouer his occasions, true,
So feate, so Nurse-like : let his vertue ioyne
With my request, which Ile make bold , your Highnesse
Cannot deny: he hath done no Britaine harme,
Though he haue seru'd a Roman. Saue him (Sir)
And spare no blood belide.

Cym. I haue surely seene him :
His fauour is familiar to me: Boy,
Thou hast look'd thy selfe into my grace,
And art mine owne. I know not why, wherefore,
To say, liue boy : ne're thanke thy Master, live;
And aske of Cymbeline what Boone thou wilt,
Fitting my bounty, and thy state, Ile giue it :

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Yea, though thou do demand a Prisoner
The Noblest tane.

Imo. I humbly thanke your Highneffe.1

Luc. I do not bid thee begge my life, good Lad,
And yet I know thou wilt.

Imo. No, no, alacke,
There's other worke in hand : I see a thing
Bitter to me, as death : your life, good Master,
Muft shuffle for it felfe.

Luc. The Boy disdaines me,
He leaues me, scornes me : briefely dye their ioyes,
That place them on the truth of Gyrles, and Boyes. ]
Why stands be so perplext?

Cym. What would'It thou Boy?
I loue thee more, and more : thinke more and more
What's best to aske. Know'st him thou look'st on?speak
Wilt haue him live? Is he thy Kin? thy Friend?

Imo. He is a Romane, no more kin to me, Then I to your Highnesse, who being born your vaffaile Am something neerer.

Cym. Wherefore ey'st him fo ?

Imo. Ile tell you (Sir)in priuate, if you please
To giue me hearing.

Cym. I, with all my heart,
And lend my best attention. What's thy name?

Imo. Fidele Sir.

Cym. Thou’rt my good youth : my Page
Ile be thy Master: walke with me : speake freely.

Bel. Is not this Boy reuiu'd from death?

Arui. One Sand another
Not more resembles that sweet Rosie Lad :
Who dyed, and was Fidele : what thinke you

? Gui. The same dead thing aliue.

Bel.Peace, peace, see further : he eyes vs not, forbeare
Creatures may be alike : were't he, I am sure
He would haue spoke to vs.

Gui. But we see him dead.
Bel. Be filent : let's see further.

Pija. It is my Mistris :
Since she is liuing, let the time run on,
To good, or bad.

Cym. Come, stand thou by our side,
Make thy demand alowd. Sir, step you forth,
Giue answer to this Boy, and do it freely,
Or by our Greatnefle, and the grace of it
(Which is our Honor) bitter torture shall
Winnow the truth from falfhood. One speake to him.

Imo. My boone is, that this Gentleman may render Of whom he had this Ring.

Poft. What's that to him?

Cym. That Diamond vpon your finger, say How came it yours?

lach. Thou'lt torture me to leaue vnfpoken, that Which to be spoke, wou'd torture thee.

Cym. How? me?

lacb. I am glad to be constrain'd to vtter that Which torments me to conceale. By Villany I got this Ring : 'twas Leonatus Iewell, Whom thou did'st banish : and which more may greeue As it doth me : a Nobler Sir, ne're liu'd

(thee, 'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou heare more my Lord ?

Cym. All that belongs to this.

lacb. That Paragon, thy daughter, For whom my heart drops blood, and my false spirits Quaile to remember. Give me leaue, I faint.

Cym. My Daughter? what of hir?Renew thy strength

I had rather thou should't live, while Nature will,
Then dye ere I heare more : striue man, and speake.

Iacb. V pon a time, vnhappy was the clocke
That strooke the houre: it was in Rome, accurit
The Mansion where : 'twas at a Feaft, oh would
Our Viands had bin poyson'd(or at least
Those which I heau'd to head:) the good Poftbumus,
(What should I say? he was too good to be
Where ill men were, and was the best of all
Among'st the rar'it of good ones) fitting fadly,
Hearing vs praise our Loues of Italy
For Beauty, that made barren the swellid boast
Of him that best could speake: for Feature, laming
The Shrine of Venus, or straight-pight Minerua,
Postures, beyond breefe Nature. For Condition,
A shop of all the qualities, that man
Loues woman for, besides that hooke of Wiuing,
Fairenefle, which strikes the eye.

Cym. I stand on fire. Come to the matter.

Iacb. All too soone I shall, Vnlesfe thou would'st greeue quickly. This Pufibums, Most like a Noble Lord, in loue, and one That had a Royall Louer, tooke his hint, And (not dispraising whom we prais'd, therein He was as calme as vertue, he began His Miftris picture, which, by his tongue, being made, And then a minde put in't, either our bragges Were crak'd of Kitchen-Trulles, or his description Prou'd vs vnspeaking fottes.

Cym. Nay, nay, to'th'purpose.

lacb. Your daughters Chastity, (there it beginnes)
He spake of her, as Dian had hot dreames,
And she alone, were cold : Whereat, I wretch
Made scruple of his praise, and wager'd with him
Peeces of Gold, 'gainst this, which then he wore
Vpon his honour'd finger) to attaine
In suite the place of's bed, and winne chis Ring
By hers, and mine Adultery : be (true Knight)
No lesser of her Honour confident
Then I did truly finde her, ftakes this Ring,
And would so, had it beene a Carbuncie
Of Phoebus Wheele ; and might so safely, had it

Bin all the worth of's Carre. Away to Britaine
Poste I in this designe : Well may you (Sir)
Remember me at Court, where I was taught
Of your chaste Daughter, the wide difference
'Twixt Amorous, and Villanous. Being thus quench'd
Of hope, not longing; mine Italian braine,
Gan in your duller Britaine operare
Most vildely : for my vantage excellent.
And to be breefe, my practise so preuayld
That I return'd with fimular proofe enough,
To make the Noble Leonatus mad,
By wounding his beleefe in her Renowne,
With Tokens thus, and thus : auerring notes
Of Chamber-hanging, Pictures, this her Bracelet
(Oh cunning how I got) nay some markes
Of secret on her person, that he could not
But thinke her bond of Chastity quite crack'd,
I hauing 'tane the forfeyt. Whereupon,
Me thinkes I see him now.

Poft. I so thou do'st,
Italian Fiend. Aye me, most credulous Foole,
Egregious murtherer, Theefe, any thing
That's due to all the Villaines paft, in being
To come. Oh giue me Cord, or knife, or poyfon,




Some vpright Iusticer. Thou King, send out
For Torturors ingenious : it is I
That all th’abhorred things o'th'earth amend
By being worse then they. I am Posbumus,
That kill'd thy Daughter : Villain-like, I lye,
That caus'd a lefler villaine then my selfe,
A sacrilegious Theefe to doo't. The Temple
Of Vertue was she ; yea, and she her selfe.
Spit, and throw stones, cast myre vpon me, set
The dogges o'th'street to bay me : euery villaine
Be call's Pofthumus Leonatus, and
Be villany lesse then 'twas. Oh Imogen!
My Queene, my life, my wife : oh Imogen,
Imogen, Imogen.

Imo. Peace my Lord, heare, heare.

Poft. Shall's haue a play of this?
Thou scornfull Page, there lye thy part.

Pis. Oh Gentlemen, helpe,
Mine and your Miftris : Oh my Lord Pofbumus,
You ne're kill'd Imogen till now : helpe, helpe,
Mine honour'd Lady.

Cym. Does the world go round?
Pipb. How comes these staggers on mee?
Pifa. Wake my Miftris.

Cym. If this be so, the Gods do meane to strike me
To death, with mortall ioy.

Pisa. How fares my Miftris ?

Imo. Oh get thee from my sight,
Thou gau'st me poyson : dangerous Fellow hence,
Breath not where Princes are.

Cym. The tune of Imogen.

Pisa.Lady, the Gods throw stones of sulpher on me, if
That box I gaue you, was not thought by mee
A precious thing, I had it from the Queene.

Cym. New matter still.
Imo. It poyson'd me.

Corn. Oh Gods!
I left out one thing which the Queene confest,
Which njust approue thee honest. If Pasanio
Haue (said the ) giuen his Miftris that Confection
Which I gaue him for Cordiall, she is seru'd,
As I would serue a Rat.

Cym. What's this, Cornelius ?

Corn. The Queene (Sir)very oft importun'd me
To temper poysons for her, still pretending
The fatisfaction of her knowledge, onely
In killing Creatures vilde, as Cats and Dogges
Of no esteeme. I dreading, that her purpose
Was of more danger, did compound for her
A certaine stuffe, which being tane, would cease
The present powre of life, but in short time,
All Offices of Nature, should againe
Do their due Functions. Haue you tane of it?

Imo. Moft like I did, for I was dead.
Bel. My Boyes, there was our error.
Gui. This is sure Fidele.
Imo. Why did you throw your wedded

fro you? Thinke that you are vpon a Rocke, and now Throw me againe.

Poft. Hang there like fruite, my soule, Till the Tree dye.

Cym. How now, my Flesh? my Childe?
What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this Act?
Wilt thou not speake to me?

Imo. Your blessing, Sir.
Bel. Though you did love this youth, I blame ye not,

You had a motiue for't.

Cym. My teares that fall
Proue holy-water on thee ; Imogen,
Thy Mothers dead.

Imo. I am sorry for’t, my Lord.

Cym. Oh, she was naught; and long of her it was
That we meet heere so strangely : but her Sonne
Is gone, we know not how, nor where.

Pisa. My Lord,
Now feare is from me, Ile speake troth. Lord Cloten
V pon my Ladies missing, came to me
With his Sword drawne, foam'd at the mouth, and swore
If I discouer'd not which way she was gone,
It was my instant death. By accident,
I had a feigned Letter of my Masters
Then in my pocket, which directed him
To seeke her on the Mountaines neere to Milford,
Where in a frenzie, in my Masters Garments
( Which he inforc'd from me ) away he postes
With vnchaste purpose, and with oath to violate
My Ladies honor, what became of him,
I further know not.

Gui. Let me end the Story : I new him there.

Cym. Marry, the Gods forefend.
I would not thy good deeds, should from my lips
Plucke a hard sentence : Prythee valiant youth
Deny't againe.

Gui. Í haue spoke it, and I did it.
Cym. He was a Prince.

Gui. A most inciuill one. The wrongs he did mee
Were nothing Prince-like; for he did prouoke me
With Language that would make me spurne the Sea,
If it could to roare to me. I cut off's head,
And am right glad he is not standing heere
To tell this tale of mine.

Cym. I am sorrow for thee :
By thine owne tongue thou art condemn'd, and must
Endure our Law : Thou'rt dead,

Imo. That headlesse man I thought had bin my Lord

Cym. Binde the Offender,
And take him from our presence.

Bel. Stay, Sir King.
This man is better then the man he new,
As well descended as thy felfe, and hath
More of thee merited, then a Band of Clotens
Had euer scarre for. Let his Armes alone,
They were not borne for bondage.

Cym. Why old Soldier :
Wilt thou vndoo the worth thou art vnpayd for
By tasting of our wrath ? How of descent
As good as we?

Arui. In that he spake too farre.
Cym. And thou shalt dye for't.

Bel. We will dye all three,
But I will proue that two one's are as good
As I have given out him. My Sonnes, I must
For mine owne part, vnfold a dangerous speech,
Though haply well for you.

Arui. Your danger's ours.
Guid. And our good his.

Bel. Haue at it then, by leaue
Thou hadd'It (great King)a Subiect, who
Was callid Belarius,

Cym. What of him? He is a banish'd Traitor.

Bel. He it is, that hath
Assum'd this age : indeed a banilh'd man,



I know not how, a Traitor.

Cym. Take him hence,
The whole world thall not faue him.

Bel. Not too hot;
First pay me for the Nursing of thy Sonnes,
And let it be confiscate all, fo soone
As I haue receyu'd it.

Cym. Nursing of my Sonnes ?

Bel. I am too blunt, and fawcy : heere's my knee : Ere I arise, I will preferre my Sonnes, Then spare not the old Father. Mighty Sir, These two young Gentlemen that call me Father, And thinke they are my Sonnes, are none of mine, They are the yssue of your Loynes, my Liege, And blood of your begetting.

Cym. How? my Issue.

Bel. So sure as you, your Fathers : I (old Morgan)
Am that Belarius, whom you sometime banish'd :
Your pleasure was my neere offence, my punishment
It selfe, and all my Treason that I suffer'd,
Was all the harme I did. These gentle Princes
(For such, and so they are these twenty yeares
Haue I train'd vp; those Arts they haue, as I
Could put into them. My breeding was (Sir)
As your Highnesse knowes: Their Nurse Euripbile
(Whom for the Theft I wedded) stole these Children
Vpon my Banishment: I moou'd her too't,
Hauing receyu'd the punishment before
For that which I did then. Beaten for Loyaltie,
Excited me to Treason. Their deere loffe,
The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shap'd
Vnto my end of stealing them. But gracious Sir,
Heere are your Sonnes againe, and I must loose
Two of the sweet'st Companions in the World.
The benediction of these couering Heauens
Fall on their heads liks dew, for they are worthie
To in-lay Heaven with Starres.

Cym. Thou weep'st, and speak't:
The Service that you three haue done,is more
Vnlike, then this thou tell'ft. I lost my Children,
If these be they, I know not how to with
A payre of worthier Sonnes.

Bel. Be pleas'd awhile ;
This Gentleman, whom I call Polidore,
Most worthy Prince, as yours, is true Guiderius :
This Gentleman, my Cadwall, Aruiragus.
Your yonger Princely Son, he Sir, was lapt
In a most curious Mantle, wrought by th’hand
Of his Queene Mother, which for more probation
I can with ease produce.

Cym. Guiderius had
Vpon his necke a Mole, a fanguine Starre,
It was a marke of wonder.

Bel. This is he,
Who hath vpon him still that naturall stampe :
It was wise Natures end, in the donation
To be his euidence now.

Cym. Oh, what am I
A Mother to the byrth of three ? Nere Mother
Reioyc'd deliverance more : Bleft, pray you be,
That after this strange starting from your Orbes,
You may reigne in them now : Oh Imogen,
Thou hast loft by this a Kingdome.

Imo. No, my Lord :
I haue got two Worlds by't. Oh my gentle Brothers,
Haue we thus met? Oh neuer say heereafter

But I am truest speaker. You call'd me Brother
When I was but your Sifter : I you Brothers,
When we were so indeed.

Cym. Did you ere meete?
Arui. I my good Lord.

Gui. And at first meeting loud,
Continew'd so, vntill we thought he dyed.

Corn. By the Queenes Dramme she swallow'd.

Cym. O rare instinct ! When shall I heare all through? This fierce abridgment, Hath to it Circumstantiall branches, which Distinction should be rich in. Where? how liu'd you? And when came you to serue our Romane Captiue ? How parted with your Brother? How first met them? Why fled you from the Court? And whether these? And your three motiues to the Battaile ? with I know not how much more should be demanded, And all the other by-dependances From chance to chance ? But nor the Time, nor Place Will serue our long Interrogatories. See, Postbumus Anchors vpon Imogen ; And the like harmlesse Lightning) throwes her eye On him : her Brothers, Me: her Master hitting Each obiect with a loy : the Counter-change Is seuerally in all. Let's quit this ground, And smoake the Temple with our Sacrifices. Thou art my Brother, so wee'l hold thee euer.

Imo. You are my Father too, and did releeue me :
To see this gracious season.

Cym. All ore-ioy'd
Saue these in bonds, let them be ioyfull too,
For they shall taste our Comfort.

Imo. My good Master, I will yet do you seruice.
Luc. Happy be you.

Cym. The forlorne Souldier, that no Nobly fought
He would haue well becom'd this place, and grac'd
The thankings of a King.

Poft. I am Sir
The Souldier that did company these three
In poore beseeming : 'twas a fitment for
The purpose I then follow'd. That I was he,
Speake lacbimo, I had you downe, and might
Haue made

you finish.
lacb. I am downe againe :
But now my heauie Conscience finkes my knee,
As then your force did. Take that life, beseech you
Which I so often owe : but your Ring first,
And heere the Bracelet of the truest Princesse
That euer swore her Faith.

Put. Kneele not to me:
The powre that I haue on you, is to spare you :
The malice towards you, to forgiue you. Liue
And deale with others better.

Cym. Nobly doom'd :
Wee'l learne our Freenesle of a Sonne-in-Law :
Pardon's the word to all.

Arui. You holpe vs Sir,
As you did meane indeed to be our Brother,
loy'd are we, that you are.

Poft. Your Seruant Princes. Good my Lord of Rome Call forth your Sooth-sayer : As I Nept, me thought Great Iupiter vpon his Eagle back'd Appear'd to me, with other sprightly shewes Of mine owne Kindred. When I wak’d, I found This Labell on my bosome; whose containing Is so from senfe in hardnesse, that I can


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