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If I discover'd not which way she was gone,
Let me end the story:
Marry, the gods forfend!
Gui. I have spoke it, and I did it.
Gui. A most uncivil one : The wrongs he did me
I am sorry for thee: By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must Endure our law: Thou art dead. Imo.
That headless man
Bind the offender,
Stay, sir king :
[To the Guard.
They were not born for bondage.
Why, old soldier,
In that he spake too far, Cym. And thou shalt die fort.
We will die all three : But I will prove, that two of us are as good As I have given out him.--My sons, I must, For mine own part, unfold a dangerous speech, Though, haply, well for you. Aro.
Your danger is
Gui. And our good his.
Have at it then.-
What of him? he is
He it is, that hath
Take him hence;
Not too hot:
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, 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.
Hów! my issue? Bel. So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan, Am that Befarius 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 hearts 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 Excited me to treason: Their dear loss, The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shap'd Unto my end of stealing them. But, gracious sit, Here are your sons again; and I must lose Two of the sweet'st companions in the world : The benediction of these covering heavens Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy To inlay heaven with stars. Сут. .
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 :
Your pleasure was my mere offence, &c.] My crime, my piso nishment, and all the treason that I committed, originated 'in, and were founded on, your caprice only.
- Thou weep'st, and speak'sf.] Thy tears give testimony to the sincerity of thy relation ; and I have the less reason to be incredulous, because the actions which you have done within my knowledge are more incredible than tho story which you relate." The King reasons very justly. JOHNSON.
This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arvirágus,
This is he;
0, what am I
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. Сут.
e'er meet? Aro. Ay, my good lord. Gui.
And at first meeting lovd; Continued so, until we thought he died.
Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd.
O rare instinct ! When shall I hear all through? This fietee abridge
Hath to it circumstantial branches, which
* fieros abridgement ] Fierce is vehement, rapid.
Distinction should be rich in _Where? how liv'd
And when came you to serve our Roman captive? How parted with your brothers? how first met them? Why fed
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 On him, her brothers, me, her master ; hitting Each object with a joy; the counterchange Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground, And smoke the temple with our sacrifices.Thou art my brother ; So we'll hold thee ever.
[To BELARIUS. Imo. You are my father too; and did relieve me, To see this gracious season. Cym.
All o'erjoy’d, Save these in bonds; let them be joyful too, For they shall taste our comfort.
My good master, I will yet do you service. Luc.
Happy be you!
I am, sir,
which Distinction should be rich in.) i. e. which ought to be rendere ed distinct by a liberal amplitude of narrative.
5 And your three motives to the battle,] That is, though strangely expressed, the motives of you three for engaging in the battle.