By hers and mine adultery. He, true Knight, Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring; Of Phabus' wheel; and might fo fafely, had it By wounding his belief in her renown, Poft. Ay, fo thou do'st, [Coming forward Italian fiend! ah me, most credulous fool, That's due to all the villians past, in Being, To come- -oh, give me cord, or knife, or poison, For torturers ingenious; it is I That all th' abhorred things o'th' earth amend, Be Be villany less than 'twas!-Oh Imogen! Imo. Peace, my Lord, hear, hear- Thou fcornful page, there lie thy part. Pif. Oh, gentlemen, help, [Striking her, he falls. Mine, and your miftrefs Oh, my Lord Pofthumus! You ne'er kill'd Imogen 'till now-help, help, Mine honour'd lady. Cym. Does the world go round? Poft. How come thefe ftaggers on me? Pif. Wake, my mistress! Cym. If this be fo, the Gods do mean to strike me To death with mortal joy. Pif. How fares my mistress? Imo. O, get thee from my fight; Thou gav'ft me poifon : dang'rous fellow, hence! Cym. The tune of Imogen! Pif. Lady, the Gods throw ftones of fulphur on me, If what I gave you was not thought by me A precious thing: I had it from the Queen. Imo. It poifon'd me. Cor. Oh Gods! I left out one thing which the Queen confefs'd, Cym. What's this, Cornélius? Cor. The Queen, Sir, very oft importun'd me The The prefent power of life; but, in fhort time, Do their due functions. Have you ta'en of it? Bel. My boys, there was our error. Guid. This is, fure, Fidele. Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady from you? Think, that you are upon a rock, and now Throw me again. Poft. Hang there like fruit, my foul, "Till the tree die! Cym. How now, my flesh? my child? What, mak'ft thou me a dullard in this act? Wilt thou not speak to me? Imo. Your Bleffing, Sir. [Kneeling. [To Guid. Arvi. Bel. Tho' you did love this youth, I blame you not, You had a motive for't. Cym. My tears, that fall, Prove holy-water on thee! Imogen, Thy mother's dead. Imo. I'm forry for't, my Lord. Cym. Oh, fhe was naught; and 'long of her it was, That we meet here fo ftrangely; but her fon 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 mifling, came to me With his fword drawn, foam'd at the mouth, and fwore, To feek him on the mountains near to Milford: I further know not. Guid. Let me end the ftory; I flew him there. Cym, Cym. Marry, the Gods forefend! I would not, thy good deeds fhould from my lips Guid. I've fpoke 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 spurn the fea, Could it fo roar to me. I cut off's head; And am right glad, he is not standing here Cym. I'm forry for thee; By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must Imo. That headless man I thought had been my Lord. Cym. Bind the offender, Bel. Stay, Sir King, This man is better than the man he flew, As well defcended as thyself; and hath More of thee merited, than a band of Clotens Had ever fcar for.-Let his arms alone; [To the Guard. They were not born for bondage. Cym. Why, old Soldier, Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for, By tafting of our wrath? how of defcent As good as we ? Arv. In that he fpake too far. 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 I've giv'n out of him. My fons, I muft, Though, haply, well for you. Arv. Your danger's ours. Guid. And our good, his. Bel. Have at it then, by leave: Thou hadft, great King, a Subject, who was call'd Belarius. Сут, Cym. What of him? a banish'd traitor. Affum'd this age; indeed, a banish'd man; Cym. Take him hence, The whole world fhall not fave him. First, pay me for the nurfing of thy fons ; Cym. Nurfing of my fons ? Bel. I am too blunt, and faucy; here's my Ere I arife, I will prefer my fons, Then spare not the old father. Mighty Sir, knee: Thefe two young gentlemen, that call me father, Cym. How? my iffue? Bel. So fure as you, your father's: I, old Morgan, Whom for the theft I wedded, ftole thefe children Cym. |