It was my inftant death. By accident To feek him on the mountains near to Milford; 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 Guid. I've spoke it, and I did it. Guid. A moft incivil one. The wrongs he did me Cym. I'm forry for thee; By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and muft Imo. That headless man And take him from our prefence. This man is better than the man he flew, More of thee merited, than a band of Clotens They were not born for bondage. Cym. Why, old foldier, [To the Guarde Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for, As good as we? Aro. In that he fpake too far. Cym. And thou fhalt die for't. - But I will prove, that two on's are as good 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 Cym. What of him? a banish'd traitor. Affum'd. this age; indeed, a banifh'd man; Cym. Take him hence, The whole world fhall not fave him.- 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, 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 :: Your younger princely fon; he, Sir, was lapt Cym. Guiderius had Upon his neck a mole, a fanguine star; Bel. This is he ; Who hath upon him ftill that nat'ral flamp:' 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 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. 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, R Will ferve long interrogatories. See, And the, like harmlefs lightning, throws her eye 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, The purpose I then follow'd. That I was he, 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; Poft. Kneel not to me: The pow'r that I have on you, is to spare you; Cym. Nobly doom'd: We'll learn our freeness of a fon-in-law; Arv. You help'd us, Sir, As you did mean, indeed, to be our brother; Poft. Your fervant, Princes. Good my Lord of Rome, Call forth your Soothsayer. As I flept, methought, Appear'd to me, with other fprightly fhews. 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, |