Cym. Marry, the gods forfend'! I have spoke it, and I did it. Cym. He was a prince. 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 so roar to me: I cut off's head; And am right glad, he is not standing here Cym. I am sorry for thee: By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and mustTM Endure our law: Thou art dead. Imo. I thought had been my lord. Cym. That headless man Bind the offender, And take him from our presence. Stay, sir king: They were not born for bondage. [To the Guard.. Cym. Why, old soldier, Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for, By tasting of our wrath? How of descent As good as we? Arv. In that he spake too far. We will die all three : Cym. And thou shalt die for't. 6 Forbid. By leave; Thou hadst, great king, a subject, who Was call'd Belarius. Cym. A banish'd traitor. What of him? he is 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; Not too hot : The whole world shall not save him. Bel. First pay me for the nursing of thy sons; As I have receiv'd 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, Cym. How! my issue? Bel. So sure as you your father's. gan, I, old Mor Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd: Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punish ment Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'd, Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children Cym. A pair of worthier sons. Bel. Be pleas'd a while. This gentleman, whom I call Polydore, Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius ; This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arvirágus,` 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; It was a mark of wonder. This is he; Bel. Cym. O, what am I A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother Rejoic'd deliverance more: - Bless'd may you be, Imo. No, my lord; I have got two worlds by't. - O my gentle brother, Cym. Arv. Ay, my good lord. Did you e'er meet? And at first meeting lov'd ; Gui. Cym. ment Hath to it circumstantial branches, which Distinction should be rich in 7.- Where? how liv'd you? And when came you to serve our Roman captive? How parted with your brothers? how first met them? Why fled you from the court? and whither? These, And your three motives to the battle, with 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 Imo. You are my father too; and did relieve me, To see this gracious season. 7 i. e. Which ought to be rendered distinct by an ample narrative. Cym, All o'erjoy'd, Save these in bonds; let them be joyful too, Imo. I will yet do you service. Luc. My good master, Happy be you! Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought, He would have well becom'd this place, and grac'd The thankings of a king. Post. I am, sir, The purpose I then follow'd; That I was he, Iach. I am down again : But now my heavy conscience sinks [Kneeling. my knee, As then your force did. Take that life, 'beseech you, Which I so often owe: but, your ring first; Post. Kneel not to me; The power that I have on you, is to spare you; Cym. We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law; Pardon's the word to all. As Arv. Nobly doom'd: You holp us, sir, you did mean indeed to be our brother; Joy'd are we, that you are. Post. Your servant, princes. Good my lord of Call forth your soothsayer. As I slept, methought, Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back, Appcar'd to me, with other spritely shows 8 Ghostly appearances. |