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It was my inftant death. By accident
I had a feigned letter of my mafter's
Then in my pocket; which directed her

To feek him on the mountains near to Milford;
Where, in a frenzy, in my mafter's garments,
Which he inforc'd from me, away he pofts.
With unchafte purpose, and with oath to violate
My Lady's honour. What became of him,
I further know not.

Guid. Let me end the story;

1 flew him there..

Cym. Marry, the gods forefend!

I would not thy good deeds should from my lips
Pluck a hard fentence: pry'thee, valiant youth,
Deny 't again.

Guid. I've spoke it, and I did it.
Cym. He was a prince.

Guid. A moft incivil one. The wrongs he did me
Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me
With language that would make me fpurn the fea,
If it could fo 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 forry for thee;

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By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and muft
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 prefence.
Bel. Stay, Sir King,

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This man is better than the man he flew,
As well defcended as thyfelf; and hath

More of thee merited, than a band of Clotens
Had ever fear for.Let his arms alone;

They were not born for bondage.

Cym. Why, old foldier,

[To the Guarde

Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for,
By tafting of our wrath? how of defcent

As good as we?

Aro. In that he fpake too far.

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Cym. And thou fhalt die for't. -
Bel. We will die all three;

But I will prove, that two on's are as good
As 've giv'n out of him. My fons, I mutt,
For my own part unfold a dangerous speech, -
Though, haply, well for you.

Arv. Your danger's ours.

Cuid. And our good, his.

Bel. Have at it then, by leave:

Thou hadft, great King, a subject, who was call'd
Belarius.

Cym. What of him? a banish'd traitor.
Bel. He it is that hath

Affum'd. this age; indeed, a banifh'd man;
I know not how a traitor.

Cym. Take him hence,

The whole world fhall not fave him.-
Bel. Not too hot..

Firf, pay me for the nurfing of thy fons;

And let it be confilcate all, fo foon

As I've receiv'd it.

Cym. Nurfing of my fons?

Eel. I am too blunt and faucy; here's my knee. Ere arife, I will prefer my fons,

Then fpare not the old father.

Mighty Sir, Thele two young gentlemen, that call me father,And think they are my fons, are none of mine; They are the iffue of your loins, my Liege, And blood of your begetting..

Cym. How? my islue?

Bel. So fure as you, your father's. 1, old Morgan, An that Belarius whom you fometime bam'd; Your pleasure was my near offence, my punishment Itel and all my treafon; that I fuffer'd, Was all the harm I did.. hefe gentle princes, For inch and fo they are, these twenty years Have I train'd up; fuch arts they have, as I Could put into them. My breeding was, Sir, as: Your Highnels knows Their nurie, Euriphile, Whom for the theft. I wedded, ftole these children. Upon my banishment I nov'd her to't; Having receiv'd the punishment before,

For that which I did then. Beaten for loyalty,
Excited me to treafon. "Their dear lofs,
The more of you 'twas felt, the more it hap'd.
Unto my end of stealing them. But, Sir,
Here are your fons again; and I must lofe
Two of the sweet'ft companions in the world.
The benediction of thefe covering heav'ns
Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy
To in-lay heav'n with stars.

Cym. Thou weep'ft, and fpeak'ft.

The fervice that you three have done, is more Unlike than this thou tell'ft. I loft my childrenIf these be they, I know not how to wish

A pair of worthier fons.

Bel. Be pleas'd a-while

This gentleman, whom I call Paladour,

Moft worthy Prince, as yours, is true Guiderius ::
This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus,

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

Cym. Guiderius had

Upon his neck a mole, a fanguine star;
It was a mark of wonder.

Bel. This is he ;

Who hath upon him ftill that nat'ral flamp:'
It was wife nature's end, in the donation,
To be his evidence now.

Cyn. Oh, what am I

A mother to the birth of three! ne'er mother Rejoic'd deliverance more; bleft may you be, That, after this ftrange ftarting from your orbs, You may reign in them now. Oh Imagen, Thou'ft 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 fay hereafter,
But I am trueft fpeaker: You call'd me brother,
When I was but your fifter: I, you brothers,
When ye were fo indeed.

Gym. Did you e'er meet?

Arv. Ay, my good Lord.

Guid. And at firft meeting lov'd;

Continued fo, until we thought he died.

Cor. By the Queen's dram fhe fwallow'd.
Cym. O rare inftin&!

When fhall I hear all through? this fierce abridg

ment

Hath to it circumstantial branches, which

Diftinction fhould be rich in- -Where? how liv'd you?

And when came you to ferve our Roman captive?

How parted with your brothers? how first met

them?

Why fled you from the court? and whither?

These,

And your three motives to the battle, with

I know not how much more, fhould be demanded; And all the other by-dependances

From chance to chance. But not the time, nor place,

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Will ferve long interrogatories. See,
Pofthumus anchors upon Imogen ;

And the, like harmlefs lightning, throws her eye
On him, her brothers, me her master; hitting
Each object with a joy. The counter-change
Is fev'rally in all. Let's quit this ground,
And smoke the temple with our facrifices.
Thou art my brother; fo we'll hold thee ever.
[To Belarius

Imo. You are my father too, and did relieve me. To fee this gracious feafon !

Cym. All o'er-joy'd,

Save thefe in bones; let them be joyful too,

For they fall tafle our comfort.

Imo. My good master,

I will yet do you fervice.

Luc. Happy be you!

Cym. The forlorn foldier, that fo nobly fought, He would have well become this place, and grac❜d. The thankings of a king.

Left. I am, Sir,

The foldier that did company these three,
In poor befeeming: 'twas a fitment for

The purpose I then follow'd. That I was he,
Speak, Iachimo; I had you down, and might
Have made you finish.

Iach, I am down again :

But now my heavy confcience finks my knee,

[Kneels. As then vour force did. Take that life, 'befeech

you,

Which I fo often owe; but, your ring first;
And here the bracelet of the trueft princess
That ever fwore her faith.

Poft. Kneel not to me:

The pow'r that I have on you, is to spare you;
The malice tow'rds you, to forgive you. Live,
And deal with others better!

Cym. Nobly doom'd:

We'll learn our freeness of a fon-in-law;
Pardon's the word to all..

Arv. You help'd us, Sir,

As you did mean, indeed, to be our brother;
Joy'd are we, that you are.

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Poft. Your fervant, Princes. Good my Lord of Rome,

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Call forth your Soothsayer. As I flept, methought,
Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back'd,

Appear'd to me, with other fprightly fhews.
Of mine own kindred. When I wak'd, I found
This label on my bofon; whofe containing
Is fo from fenfe in hardness, that I can,.
Make no collection of it. Let him fhew
His fkill in the conftruction.

Luc. Philarmonus,

Sooth. Here, my good Lord.

Luc. Read, and declare the meaning.

Reads.] When as a lion's whelp fall, to himself unknown, without feeking find, and be embrac'd by a piece of tender air; and when from a stately cedar, hall be lop'd branches, which, being dead many years, hall after revive, be jointed to the old stock,

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