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 constrained to utter that which Torments me to conceal. By villany I got this ring; 'twas Leonatus' jewel; Whom thou didst banish; and (which more may grieve thee, As it doth me) a nobler sir ne'er lived 'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my lord? Cym. All that belongs to this. Iach. That paragon, thy daughter,For whom my heart drops blood, and my false spirits Quail' to remember,-give me leave; I faint. Cym. My daughter! what of her? Renew thy strength: I had rather thou shouldst live while nature will, For beauty that made barren the swelled boast Loves woman for; besides, that hook of wiving, Cym. Come, to the matter. I stand on fire; 1 To quail is to faint, or sink into dejection. 2 Feature is here used for proportion. Iach. All too soon I shall, Unless thou wouldst grieve quickly.-This Posthumus (Most like a noble lord in love, and one That had a royal lover) took his hint; And, not dispraising whom we praised, (therein He was as calm as virtue,) he began His mistress' picture; which by his tongue being made, Were cracked of kitchen trulls, or his description Cym. Nay, nay, to the purpose. Iach. Your daughter's chastity-there it begins. In suit the place of his bed, and win this ring Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring; Of Phoebus' wheel; and might so safely, had it 1 As for as if. 2 1. e. such marks of the chamber and pictures, as averred or confirmed my report. O cunning, how I got it!) nay, some marks Post. Ay, so thou dost, Italian fiend!-Ah me, most credulous fool, That's due to all the villains past, in being, That all the abhorred things o' the earth amend Be villany less than 'twas!-O Imogen! Imo. Peace, my lord; hear, hear Post. Shall's have a play of this? Thou scornful page, There lie thy part. Pis. [Striking her; she falls. O gentlemen, help, help, Mine, and your mistress.-O my lord Posthumus! Mine honored lady! 1 Justicer was anciently used instead of justice. Cym. If this be so, the gods do mean to strike me To death with mortal joy. Pis. How fares my mistress? Dangerous fellow, hence! Imo. O, get thee from my sight; The tune of Imogen! The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if Imo. It poisoned me. O gods! I left out one thing which the queen confessed, Cym. What's this, Cornelius? Do their due functions.-Have you ta'en of it? There was our error. Gui. Imo. Why did My boys, This is, sure, Fidele. you throw your wedded lady from you? Think that you are upon a rock; and now Throw me again. [Embracing him. Post. Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die! Cym. How now, my flesh, my child? What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act? Imo. Your blessing, sir. [Kneeling. Bel. Though you did love this youth, I blame ye I am sorry for't, my lord. 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. Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth. My lord, Lord Cloten, With his sword drawn; foamed at the mouth, and swore, If I discovered not which way she was gone, It was my instant death. By accident, To seek her on the mountains near to Milford; I further know not. Gui. I slew him there. Cym. Let me end the story: Marry, the gods forefend! I have spoke it, and I did it. Gui. Gui. A most uncivil one. The wrongs he did me Were nothing princelike; for he did provoke me With language that would make me spurn the sea, |