What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act? Wilt thou not speak to me? Imo. Your blessing, sir. [Kneeling. Bel. Though you did love this youth, I blame ye not; You had a motive for't. Сут. [To GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS, My tears that fall, I am sorry for't, my lord. Prove holy water on thee! Imogen, Thy mother's dead, Imo. Cym. O, she was naught; and 'long of her it was, That we meet here so strangely: But her son Is gone, we know not how, nor where. 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, It was my instant death: By accident, I had a feigned letter of my master's Then in my pocket; which directed him To seek her on the mountains near to Milford; Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments, he posts Which he inforc'd from me, away With unchaste purpose, and with oath to violate I further know not. Gui. I slew him there. Let me end the story: Cym. Marry, the gods forfend !" I would not thy good deeds should from my lips 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 With language that would make me spurn the sea, If it could so roar to me: I cut off's head; And am right glad, he is not standing here To tell this tale of mine. Cym. I am sorry for thee: By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must Endure our law: Thou art dead. Imo. I thought had been my lord. Cym. That headless man Bind the offender, Stay, sir king: And take him from our presence. Bel. This man is better than the man he slew, They were not born for bondage. Cym. [To the Guard. Why, old soldier, Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for, As good as we ? Arv. In that he spake too far. Forbid. Cym. And thou shalt die for't. Bel. 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. Ours. Gui. And our good his. Bel. Your danger is Have at it then. By leave;-Thou hadst, great king, a subject, who 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 my knee; Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons; Then, spare not the old father. Mighty sir; 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, The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shap'd Сут. 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 younger princely son; he, sir, was lapp'd In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand Of his queen mother, which, for more probation, I can with ease produce. Cym. Guiderius had Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star; It was a mark of wonder. Bel. This is he ; Who hath upon him still that natural stamp ; O, what am I Cym. No, my lord; Imo. I have got two worlds by't.-O my gentle brother, 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. Did you e'er meet? Continued so, until we thought he died. And at first meeting lov'd; 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 7 Vehement, rapid. |