To you, the liver, heart, and brain of Britain, Bel. Sir, In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen: Cym. Enter CORNELIUS, and Ladies. There's business in these faces:-Why so sadly Cor. Hail, great king! To sour your happiness, I must report Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life; Cym. Pr'ythee, say. Cor. First, she confess'd she never lov'd you; only Affected greatness got by you, not you: Married your royalty, was wife to your place; Abhorr'd your person. Сут. She alone knew this: And, but she spoke it dying, I would not Proceed. Cor. Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to love7 With such integrity, she did confess Cym. O most delicate fiend! Who is't can read a woman? Is there more? Cor. More, sir, and worse. She did confess, she had For you a mortal mineral; which, being took, Cym. Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine eyes Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her like her seeming; it had been vicious, To have mistrusted her: yet, O my daughter! And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all! bore in hand to love-] i. e. insidiously taught to depend on her love. Enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, the Soothsayer, and other Roman Prisoners, guarded; POSTHUMUS behind, and IMOGEN. Thou com'st not, Caius, now for tribute; that gone Luc. Consider, sir, the chance of war: the day Was yours by accident; had it with us, We should not, when the blood was cool, have threaten'd Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods 8 So feat, so nurse-like: let his virtue join With my request, which, I'll make bold, your high ness Cannot deny; he hath done no Briton harm, Сут. I have surely seen him: His favour is familiar to me.- So feat,] So ready; so dexterous in waiting. "His favour is familiar-] I am acquainted with his coun tenance. And art mine own.-I know not why, nor wherefore, The noblest ta'en. Imo. I humbly thank your highness. Luc. I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad; And yet, I know, thou wilt. Imo. Luc. The boy disdains me, He leaves me, scorns me: Briefly die their joys, That place them on the truth of girls and boys.Why stands he so perplex'd? Cym. What would'st thou, boy? I love thee more and more; think more and 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, Than I to your highness; who, being born your vassal, Am something nearer. Cym. Wherefore ey'st him so? Imo. I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please To give me hearing. Cym. Ay, with all my heart, What's thy name? And lend my best attention. best attention. 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. One sand another Bel. Is not this boy reviv'd from death? Bel. Peace, peace! see further; he eyes us not; forbear; Creatures may be alike: were't he, I am sure He would have spoke to us. Gui. But we saw him dead. It is my mistress: Bel. Be silent; let's see further. Since she is living, let the time run on, To good, or bad. Cym. [Aside. [CYMBELINE and IMOGEN come forward. 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; Winnow the truth from falsehood.-On, speak to him. Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may render Of whom 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. Cym. How! me? Iach. I am glad to be constrain'd to utter that which Torments me to conceal. By villainy |