Egregious murderer, thief, any thing That's due to all the villains past, in being, To come !-O, give me cord, or knife, or poison, That all the abhorrèd things o' the earth amend, Be villany less than 'twas!-O Imogen! Imo. Peace, my lord; hear, hear- Pis. [Striking her; she falls. O, gentlemen, help! Mine, and your mistress !-O, my lord Posthumus! Cym. Post. How come these staggers on me? Pis. Does the world go round? Wake, my mistress! Cym. If this be so, the gods do mean to strike me To death with mortal joy. Pis. How fares my mistress? Imo. O, get thee from my sight; Thou gav'st me poison: dangerous fellow, hence! Breathe not where princes are. Cym. Pis. Lady, The tune of Imogen! The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if Imo. Cor. It poison'd me. O gods!- I left out one thing which the queen confess'd, Which I gave him for cordial, she is serv'd Cym. What's this, Cornelius? In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs, Do their due functions.-Have you ta'en of it? There was our error. Gui. This is, sure, Fidele. My boys, Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady from you? Think that you are upon a rock; and now Imo. [Kneeling.] Your blessing, Sir. What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act? Wilt thou not speak to me? Bel. [To GUI. and ARV.] Though you did love this youth, I blame ye not; You had a motive for 't. Cym. Prove holy water on thee! Thy mother's dead. Imo. My tears that fall, Imogen, I am sorry for 't, my lord. 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. Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth. Upon my lady's missing, came to me My lord, Lord Cloten, 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 To seek her on the mountains near to Milford ; I would not thy good deeds should from my lips Gui. I have spoke it, and I did it. Cym. He was a prince. Gui. A most uncivil one: the wrongs he did me Cym. I am sorry for thee: By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must 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.-[To the Guard.] Let his arms alone; They were not born for bondage. 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 But I will prove that two on's are as good As I have given out him.-My sons, I must, Arv. Your danger's ours. Gui. And our good his. Bel. Have at it, then ! By leave, thou hadst, great king, a subject who 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. 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 Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy To inlay heaven with stars. Cym. Thou weep'st, and speak'st The service, that you three have done, is more If these be they, I know not how to wish A pair of worthier sons. Bel. Be pleas'd a while.- Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius: Your younger princely son; he, Sir, was lapp'd Cym. Guiderius had Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star; It was a mark of wonder. Bel. This is he; Who hath upon him still that natural stamp: It was wise nature's end in the donation, To be his evidence now. A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother Imo. No, my lord; I have got two worlds by 't.-O my gentle brothers, When you were so indeed. Cym. Arv. Ay, my good lord. Did you e'er meet? And at first meeting lov'd; Continued so, until we thought he died. Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd. O rare instinct! |