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Think, that you are upon a rock; and now
[Embracing him. Post.
Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die! Сут.
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.
[Kneeling. Bel. Though you did love this youth, I blame ye
not; You had a motive for't. (To Guid. and Arvi. Cym.
My tears that fall,
I am sorry for’t, my lord.
Let me end the story:
Marry, the gods forfend!
I would not thy good deeds should from my lips
I have spoke it, and I did it.
Gui. A most uncivil one: The wrongs he did me Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me With language that would make me spurn the sea, If it could roar so to me: I cut off's head; And am right glad, he is not standing here To tell this tale of mine. Сут.
I am sorry for thee : 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, 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. Сут. .
Why, old soldier,
In that he spake too far.
We will die all three :
Your danger is
Gui. And our good his.
Have at it then.
By leave;-Thou hadst, great king, a subject, who
What of him? he is
He it is, that hath
Take him hence;
Not too hot:
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; They are the issue of your loins, my liege, And blood of your begetting. Сут. .
How! my issue? Bel. So sore as you your father's. I, old Morgan, Am that belarius whom you sometime banish'd: Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punishment Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'd, Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes (For such, and so they are), these twenty years Have I train'd up: those arts they have, as I Could put into them; my breeding was, sir, as Your bighness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile, Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children Upon my banishment: I mov'd her to't; Having receiv'd the punishment before, For that which I did then: Beaten for loyalty Excited me to treason : Their dear loss, The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shap'd Unto my end of stealing them. But, gracious sir, Here are your sons again; and I must lose Two of the sweet'st companions in the world :
The benediction of these covering heavens
Thou weep'st, and speak'st.
Be pleas'd a while.-
This is he;
o, what am I
No, my lord;
Did you e'er meet?
And at first meeting lov'd;
Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd.
O rare instinct! When shall I hear all through ? This fierce* abridge.
ment Hath to it circumstantial branches, which Distinction should be rich int.Where? how liv'd
you? And when came you to serve our Roman captive? How parted with your brothers? how first met them? Why fed you from the court? and whither? These, And your three motives to the battle, with I know not how much more, sloald be demanded ; And all the other by-dependencies, From chance to chance; but nor the time, nor place, Will serve our long intergatories. See, Posthumus anchors upon Imogen; And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye On him, her brothers, me, her master ; hitting Each object with a joy; the counterchange Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground, And smoke the temple with our sacrifices.Thou art my brother; So we'll hold thee ever.
My good master,
Happy be you!
I am, sir,
Vehement, rapid. + i. e. Which ought to be rendered distinct by an ample narrative.