By tafting of our wrath? how of defcent Arv. In that he spake too far. But I will prove, that two on's are as good 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 Belariu. Cym. What of him? a banish'd traitor. Bel. He it is, that hath 'Affum'd this age; indeed, a banish'd man ; I know not how, a traitor. Cym. Take him hence, The whole world fhall not fave him. Bel. Not too hot : First, pay me for the nurfing of thy fons; And let it be confiscate all, so foon As I've receiv'd it. Cym. Nurfing of my fons ? Bel. I am too blunt, and faucy; here's my knee: Ere I arife, I will prefer my fons, Then fpare not the old father. Mighty Sir, These two young gentlemen, that call me father, Cym. How? my iffue? Bel. So fure, as you your father's: I, old Morgan, Am that Belarius whom you fometime banish'd; Your pleasure was my near offence, my punishment Itself, and all my treafon: that I suffer'd, Was all the harm I did. These gentle Princes (For fuch and fo they are) these twenty years Have I train'd up; fuch arts they have, as I Could put into them. Sir, my breeding was,. As As your Grace knows. Their nurfe Euriphile, Cym. Thou weep'ft, and speak'st : The fervice, that you three have done, is more Unlike, than this thou tell'ft. I lost 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 ftar ; Bel. This is he; Who hath upon him ftill that nat'ral stamp : Cym. Oh, what am I A mother to the birth of three! ne'er mother Imo. No, my Lord: I've got two worlds by't. Oh, my gentle brothers, Cym. Did you e'er meet? Arv. Ay, my good Lord. Guid. And at first meeting lov'd; Cor. By the Queen's dram she swallow'd. When shall I hear all through? this fierce abridgment Diftinction fhould be rich in.-Where? how liv'd you? I know not how much more, should be demanded; From chance to chance: but not the time, nor place,- Pofthumus anchors upon Imogen ; And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye Thou art my brother; fo we'll hold thee ever. [To Bel. (58) Why fled you from the court, and whether thefe ?] By a strange negligence, in all the editions, this paffage is ftark nonfenfe. One part of the mistake made is in the word, whether; and another, is in the falle pointing. It must be rectified thus ; Why fled you from the court? and whither? Thefe, &c. The King is afking his daughter, how fhe has liv'd fince her elopement from the court; when the entered herself in Lucius's fervice; how fhe met with her brothers, or parted from them; why she fled from the court, and to what place: and having enumerated fo many particulars, he ftops fhort, and cries, "All thefe circumftances, and the motives of Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus to the battle, "together with a number more of occurrences by the bye, I want to be refolved in." Imo. You are my father too, and did relieve me, To fee this gracious season ! Cym. All o'erjoy'd, Save these in bonds: let then be joyful too, For they hall tafte our comfort. Imo. My good mafter, I will yet do you fervice. Luc. Happy be you! Cym. The forlorn foldier that fo nobly fought, Poft. "Tis 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. And here the bracelet of the trueft Princess, Poft. Kneel not to me : The power, that I have on you, is to spare you: Cym. Nobly doom'd: We'll learn our freeness of a fon-in-law; Pardon's the word to all. As Arv. You help'd us, Sir, you did mean, indeed, to be our brother; Joy'd are we, that you are. Poft. Your fervant, Princes. Good my Lord of Rome, Call forth your Soothsayer. As I flept, methought, Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back'd, Appear'd to me, with other fprightly shews Of mine own kindred. When I wak'd, I found Is fo from fenfe in hardness, that I can VOL. VII Make Make no collection of it. Let him fhew His kill in the conftruction. Luc. Philarmonus, Sooth. Here, my good I ord. Luc. Read, and declare the meaning. WH [Reads.] WHEN as a lion's whelp fhall, to himself unknown, without feeking find, and be embrac'd by a piece of tender air; and when from a ftately cedar fhall be lopt branches, which, being dead many years, shall after revive, be jointed to the old flock, and freshly grow; then shall Pofthumus end his miferies, Britaine be fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty. Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp; The fit and apt conftruction of thy name, Unknown to you, unfought, were clipt about Cym. This hath fome feeming. Shoth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, Cym. My peace we will begin, and, Caius Lucius, To pay our wonted tribute, from the which On whom heav'n's justice (both on her, and hers) Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune |