If it could so roar to me. I cut off's head; And am right glad, he is not standing here Cym. I am sorry for thee; By thine own tongue thou art condemned, and must Endure our law. Thou art dead. This man is better than the man he slew, As well descended as thyself; and hath More of thee merited than a band of Clotens Had ever scar for.-Let his arms alone; [To the Guard. They were not born for bondage. Cym. Why, old soldier, Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for, By tasting of our wrath? How of descent As good as we ? Arv. We will die all three; In that he spake too far. Arv. Your danger is Have at it, then.— By leave-thou hadst, great king, a subject, who Was called Belarius. 1 As there is no reason to imagine that Belarius had assumed the appearance of being older than he really was, it must have a reference to Cym. Take him hence; The whole world shall not save him. Bel. Not too hot; First pay me for the nursing of thy sons; As I have received 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, These two young gentlemen, that call me father, Cym. How! my issue?. Bel. So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan, Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shaped the different appearance which he now makes in comparison with that when Cymbeline last saw him. 1 The old copy reads "neere offence;" the emendation is by Mr. Tyrwhitt. Belarius means to say, "My crime, my punishment, and all the treason that I committed, originated in, and were founded on, your caprice only." Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy Cym. A pair of worthier sons. Bel. Your younger princely son; he, sir, was lapped Cym. Guiderius had Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star; Who hath upon him still that natural stamp. O, what am I Cym. Imo. 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 called me brother, When you were so indeed. When I was but your sister; I you brothers, Did you e'er meet? Cym. Arv. Ay, my good lord. 1 "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 the story which you relate." The king reasons very justly. Gui. And at first meeting loved; Continued so, until we thought he died. ment Hath to it circumstantial branches, which Distinction should be rich in.2-Where? how lived you? And when came you to serve our Roman captive? I know not how much more, should be demanded; See, From chance to chance; but nor the time, nor place, And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye [TO BELARIUS. Imo. You are my father too; and did relieve me, To see this gracious season. Cym. Imo. I will yet do you service. Luc. My good master, Happy be you! Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought, He would have well becomed this place, and graced The thankings of a king. 1 Fierce is vehement, rapid. 2 i. e. which ought to be rendered distinct by an ample narrative. 3 "Your three motives" means "the motives of you three." 4 Intergatories was frequently used for interrogatories. The soldier that did company these three The purpose I then followed.-That I was he, Iach. I am down again; [Kneeling. And here the bracelet of the truest princess, Post. Kneel not to me; The power that I have on you, is to spare you; And deal with others better. Cym. We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law; Pardon's the word to all. Arv. Nobly doomed. You holp us, sir, As you did mean indeed to be our brother; Post. Your servant, princes.-Good my lord of Call forth your soothsayer. As I slept, methought, Appeared to me, with other spritely shows1 2 Make no collection of it; let him show Luc. Sooth. Here, my good lord. Philarmonus, 1 Spritely shows are groups of sprites, ghostly appearances. 2 A collection is a corollary, a consequence deduced from premises. So the queen in Hamlet says: "Her speech is nothing, Yet the unshaped use of it doth move Whose containing means the contents of which. |