By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must Imo. That headless man I thought had been my lord. And take him from our presence. Bel. Stay, Sir king: 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 Cym. Why, old soldier, Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for, As good as we ? How of descent Arv. In that he spake too far. But I will prove, that two of us are as good Arv. Your danger is Ours. Gui. And our good his. Bel. Have at it then. [To the Guard. By leave; Thou hadst, great king, a subject, who Cym. What of him? he is A banish'd traitor. Bel. He it is that hath Assumed this age: indeed, a banish'd man ; I know not how, a traitor. Cym. Take him hence; The whole world shall not save him. Bel. Not too hot: First pay me for the nursing of thy sons; As I have received it. Cym. Nursing of 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, And think they are my sons, are none of mine; 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,* my punishment *I. e. your caprice was my only offence. Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'd, The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shaped Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy Cym. Thou weep'st, and speak'st. The service that you three have done, is more Bel. Be pleased awhile. This gentleman, whom I call Polydore, Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius; This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus, Your younger princely son; he, Sir, was lapp'd In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand Of his queen mother, which, for more probation, I can with ease produce. Cym. Guiderius had Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star; Bel. This is he; Who hath upon him still that natural stamp; Cym. O, what am I A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother -Bless'd may you be, Rejoiced deliverance more: That after this strange starting from your orbs, Imo. No, my lord; I have got two worlds by't.-O my gentle brothers, Have we thus met? O never say hereafter, But I am truest speaker: you call'd me brother, When I was but your sister; I you brothers, When you were so indeed. Cym. Did you e'er meet? Gui. And at first meeting loved; Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd. When shall I hear all through? This fierce abridgment Distinction should be rich in. t-Where? how lived you? I know not how much more, should be demanded; From chance to chance; but nor the time, nor place, And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye Cym. All overjoy'd, Save these in bonds; let them be joyful too, For they shall taste our comfort. Imo. My good master, I will yet do you service. Luc. Happy be you! [TO BELARIUS. Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought, He would have well becomed this place, and graced The thankings of a king. Post. I am, Sir, The soldier that did company these three In poor beseeming; 'twas a fitment for The purpose I then follow'd;-that I was he, Iach. I am down again : But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee, As then your force did. Take that life, 'beseech you, That ever swore her faith. Post. Kneel not to me; The power that I have on you, is to spare you; Cym. Nobly doom'd: * Rapid. † I.e. be rendered distinct by an ample narrative. VOL. IV. S [Kneeling. We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law; Arv. You holp us, Sir, As you did mean indeed to be our brother; Post. Your servant, princes.-Good my lord of Rome, Appear'd to me, with other sprightly shows* Luc. Philarmonus, Sooth. Here, my good lord. Luc. Read; and declare the meaning. Sooth. [reads]. When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown, without seeking find, and be embraced by a piece of tender air; and when from a stately cedar shall be lopp'd branches, which, being dead many years, shall after revive, be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty. Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp; The fit and apt construction of thy name, The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter, [To CYMBELINE. We term it mulier: which mulier, I divine, Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about Cym. This hath some seeming. Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, My peace we will begin :-And, Caius Lucius, Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune Which I made known to Lucius, ere the stroke * Ghostly appearances. † Collected meaning. Is full accomplish'd: For the Roman eagle, His favour with the radiant Cymbeline Cym. Laud we the gods; And let our crooked smokes climb* to their nostrils A Roman and a British ensign wave Friendly together: so through Lud's town march: Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts.- Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace. * Rise. [Exeunt. |