Cymbeline. And thou shalt die for 't. Belarius. We will die all three, But I will prove that two on 's are as good Arviragus. Your danger 's ours. Guiderius. And our good his. Belarius. 311 Have at it then, by leave.— Thou hadst, great king, a subject who Was call'd Belarius. Cymbeline. A banish'd traitor. Belarius. What of him? he is He it is that hath Assum'd this age; indeed a banish'd man, I know not how a traitor. First pay me for the nursing of thy sons ; As I have receiv'd it. Cymbeline. Nursing of my sons! Belarius. 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 Cymbeline. How! my issue! I, old Morgan, Belarius. So sure as you your father's. Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd. Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punishment 330 Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes- Cymbeline. 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. Belarius. Be pleas'd awhile. This gentleman, whom I call Polydore, Cymbeline. Guiderius had Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star; It was a mark of wonder. Belarius. This is he, Who hath upon him still that natural stamp. 340 350 360 It was wise nature's end in the donation, To be his evidence now. Ne'er mother A mother to the birth of three? Rejoic'd deliverance more.-Blest pray you be, No, my lord; Imogen. But I am truest speaker: you call'd me brother, When ye were so indeed. Cymbeline. Arviragus. Ay, my good lord. 370 Did you e'er meet? And at first meeting lov'd; 380 Continued so, until we thought he died. O rare instinct! Cymbeline. I know not how much more, should be demanded, From chance to chance; but nor the time nor place Posthumus anchors upon Imogen, See, And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye 390 Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground, And smoke the temple with our sacrifices.— [To Belarius] Thou art my brother; so we'll hold thee ever. Imogen. You are my father too, and did relieve me, To see this gracious season. Cymbeline. All o'erjoy'd, Save these in bonds; let them be joyful too, For they shall taste our comfort. Imogen. I will yet do you service. My good master, Happy be you! Cymbeline. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought, He would have well becom'd this place, and grac'd The thankings of a king. The soldier that did company these three In poor beseeming; 't was a fitment for The purpose I then follow'd.—That I was he, Iachimo. [Kneeling] I am down again; As then your force did. Take that life, beseech you, And here the bracelet of the truest princess Posthumus. Kneel not to me; The power that I have on you is to spare you, Cymbeline. We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law; Pardon 's the word to all. Arviragus. Nobly doom'd! You holp us, sir, 400 410 420 As you did mean indeed to be our brother; Joy'd are we that you are. Posthumus. Your servant, princes. Good my lord of Call forth your soothsayer. As I slept, methought Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows Of mine own kindred. When I wak'd, I found Lucius. 6 Philarmonus! 430 Soothsayer. Here, my good lord. Lucius. Read, and declare the meaning. Soothsayer. [Reads] Whenas a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown, without seeking find, and be embraced by a piece of tender air; and when from a stately cedar shall be lopped branches, which, being dead many years, shall after revive, be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be fortunate and flourish in peace and plenty.' Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp; The fit and apt construction of thy name, Being Leo-natus, doth import so much. 44I [To Cymbeline] The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter, Which we call 'mollis aer;' and 'mollis aer' We term it mulier:' which 'mulier' I divine Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about Cymbeline. This hath some seeming. Soothsayer. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, Personates thee; and thy lopp'd branches point 450 |