That we meet here so strangely: But her son 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, I would not thy good deeds should from my lips Pluck a hard sentence: pr'ythee, valiant youth, Deny't again. Gui. 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 If it could so roar to me: I cut off's head; Cym. I am sorry for thee: By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must Endure our law: Thou art dead. This man is better than the man he slew, They were not born for bondage. Сут. [To the Guard. Why, old soldier, Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for, By tasting of our wrath? How of descent As good as we? Aro. In that he spake too far. We will die all three: Cym. And thou shalt die for't. Aro. Ours. Gui. And our good is his. Bel. Your danger is Have at it then. By leave;-Thou hadst, great king, a subject, who Was call'd Belarius. Сут. 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. Сут. 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 knee; Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons; my 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. 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 (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 highness 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 The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shap'd Cym. Thou weep'st, and speak'st. The service, that you three have done, is more Unlike than this thou tell'st: I lost my children; If these be they, I know not how to wish 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: Cym. Guiderius had Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star; 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. Cym. O, what am I A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother Rejoic'd deliverance more:-Bless'd may you be, That, after this strange starting from your orbs, Imo. No, my lord; I have got two worlds by't.-O my gentle brothers, Have we thus met? O never say hereafter, But I am truest speaker: you call'd me brother, When I was but your sister; I you brothers, When you were so indeed. O rare instinct! Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd. Cym. When shall I hear all through? This fierce abridge ment Hath to it circumstantial branches, which Distinction should be rich in.-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; And all the other by-dependancies, 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 |