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To you, the liver, heart, and brain of Britain, ,
[To BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.
Bow your knees :
you With dignities becoming your estates.
Enter CORNELIUS and Ladies.
There's business in these faces :- Why so sadly
Hail, great king!
Whom worse than a physician
Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life;
She alone knew this :
And, but she spoke it dying, I would not
O most delicate fiend!
had For you a mortal mineral ; which, being took, Should by the minute feed on life, and, ling'ring, By inches waste you: In which time she purpos’d, By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to O'ercome you with her show: yes, and in time, (When she had fitted you with her craft,) to work Her son into the adoption of the crown. But failing of her end by his strange absence, Grew shameless-desperate; open'd, in despite Of heaven and men, her purposes ; repented The evils she hatch'd were not effected ; so, Despairing, died. Cym.
you all this, her women ? Lady. We did so, please your highness. Сут. .
bore in hand to love -] i. e. insidiously taught to de. pend on her love.
Euter Lucius, IACHIMO, the Soothsayer, and other
Roman Prisoners, guarded ; POSTHUMUS behind,
and IMOGEN. Thou com'st not, Caius, now for tribute ; that The Britons have raz’d out, though with the loss Of many a bold one; whose kinsmen have made suit, That their good souls may be appeas’d with slaughter Of
you their captives, which ourself have granted : So, think of your estate.
Luc. Consider, sir, the chance of war : the day Was yours by accident; had it gone with us, We should not, when the blood was cool, have
threaten'd Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives May be call'd ransome, let it come: sufficeth, A Řoman with a Roman's heart can suffer : Augustus lives to think on't : and so much For my peculiar care. This one thing only I will entreat; My boy, a Briton born, Let him be ransom'd: never master had A page so kind, so duteous, diligent, So tender over his occasions, true, So feat,so nurse-like: let his virtue join With my request, which, I'll make bold, your high
Cannot deny; he hath done no Briton harm,
I have surely seen him :
8 So feat,] So ready ; so dexterous in waiting. 9 His favour is familiar-] I am acquainted with his counte
And art mine own. I know not why, nor wherefore,
I humbly thank your highness.
No, no: alack,
The boy disdains me,
What would'st thou, boy? I love thee more and more ;
think more What's best to ask. Know'st him thou look'st on?
speak, Wilt have him live ? Is he thy kin?'thy friend?
Imo. He is a Roman; no more kin to me,
Wherefore ey'st him so?
Ay, with all my heart,
Imo. Fidele, sir.
Cym. Thou art my good youth, my page ; I'll be thy master: Walk with me; speak freely.
[CYMBELINE and Imogen converse apart. * I know not why, nor wherefore, To
say, live, boy :] I know not what should induce me to say, live, boy.
Bel. Is not this boy reviv'd from death?
One sand another
? Gui. The same dead thing alive. Bel. Peace, peace! see further; he eyes us not;
But we saw him dead.
It is my mistress :
[Aside. Since she is living, let the time run on, To good, or bad.
[CYMBELINE and IMOGEN come forward. Cym.
Come, stand thou by our side ; Make thy demand aloud.Sir, [To Iach.) step you
forth; Give answer to this boy, and do it freely ; Or, by our greatness, and the grace of it, Which is our honour, bitter torture shall Winnow the truth from falsehood.-On, speak to
him. Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may render Of whoin he had this ring. Post.
What's that to him?
[Aside. Cym. That diamond upon your finger, say, How came it yours?
Iach. Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that Which, to be spoke, would torture thee. Сут.
How! me? luch. I am glad to be constrain’d to utter that
which Torments me to conceal. By villainy I got this ring; 'twas Leonatus' jewel :