Guid. This is sure Fidele. Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady from you? Think, that you are upon a rock! and now Throw me again. Post. Hang there like fruit, my soul, 'Till the tree die ! Cym. How now, my flesh, my child? What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act? Wilt thou not speak to me? Imo. Your blessing, sir. 670 [Kneeling. Bel. Though you did love this youth, I blame you not; You had a motive for't. [To GUID. and AR VI! Cym. My tears, that fall, Prove holy water on thee! Imogen, Thy mother's dead. Imo. I am sorry for't, my lord. 680 Cym. O, she was naught; and long of her it was, That we meet here so strangely: But her son Is gone, we know not how, nor where. Pis. My lord, Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth. Lord Cloten, Upon my lady's missing, came to me With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth, and swore, If I discover'd not which way she was gone, It was my instant death; By accident, I had a feigned letter of my master's Then in my pocket; which directed him To seek her on the mountains near to Milford; 690 Which he enforc'd from me, away he posts With unchaste purpose, and with oath to violate I further know not. Guid. Let me end the story:' I slew him there. Cym. Marry, the gods forefend! I would not thy good deeds should from my lips Guid. I have spoke it, and I did it, 700 Guid. A most uncivil one: The wrongs he did me And am right glad, he is not standing here Cym. I am sorry for thee: 710 By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must Endure our law: Thou art dead. Imo. That headless man I thought had been my lord. Cym. Bind the offender, And take him from our presence. Bel. Stay, sir king: This man is better than the man he slew, 720 As well descended as thyself; and hath More of thee merited, than a band of Clotens Had ever scar 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, 8 By tasting of our wrath? How of descent Arv. In that he spake too far. Cym. And thou shalt die for't. Bel. We will die all three :,' But I will prove, that two of us are as good Arv. Your danger's ours. Guid. And our good his. Bel. Have at it then. 1 730 By leave; Thou had'st, great king, a subject, who Was call'd Belarius. Cym. What of him he is A banish'd traitor, Bel. He it is, that hath: Assum'd 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; And let it be confiscate all, so soon As I have receiv'd it. Cym. Nursing of my sons! 1749 750 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 These two young gentlemen, that call me father, Cym. How my issue? 760 Bel. So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan, Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd : Your pleasure was my near offence, my punishment Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'd, Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes 771 For that which I did then: Beaten for loyalty Cym. Thou weep'st, and speak'st. " 3 The service, that you three have done, is more A pair of worthier sons. 781 Bel. Bel. Be pleas'd a while. This gentleman, whom I call Polydore, Most worthy prince, as your's, is true Guiderius : Your younger princely son; he, sir, was lap'd 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 Imo. No, my lord; 799 800 810 I have got two worlds by't.—O my gentle brothers, When you were so indeed. Cym. Did you e'er meet? . Arv. Ay, my good lord. Guid. And at first meeting lov'd; Continued so, until we thought he died. Cor. |