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Enter CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRAGUS,
PISANIO, Lords, Officers, and Attendants. Cym. Stand by my side, you whom the gods have
I never saw
No tidings of him?
living, But no trace of him. Сут.
my grief, I am The heir of his reward; which I will add Το you, the liver, heart, and brain of Britain,
[To Belarius, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.
Bow your knees.
1 In the scene before us, all the surviving characters are assembled; and at the expense of whatever incongruity the former events may have been produced, perhaps little can be discovered on this occasion to offend the most scrupulous advocate for regularity; and as little is found wanting to satisfy the spectator by a catastrophe which is intricate without confusion, and not more rich in ornament than nature."
Companions to our person, and will fit you
Enter CORNELIUS and Ladies. There's business in these faces.—Why so sadly Greet
you our victory? You look like Romans, And not o' the court of Britain. Cor.
Hail, great king! To sour your happiness, I must report
is dead. Сут. .
Whom worse than a physician
Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life;
your person. Cym.
She alone knew this; And, but she spoke it dying, I would not Believe her lips in opening it.
Proceed. Cor. Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to love With such integrity, she did confess Was as a scorpion to her sight; whose life, But that her flight prevented it, she had Ta'en off by poison. Сут.
O most delicate fiend! Who is't can read a woman ?- Is there more ? Cor. More, sir, and worse. She did confess, she
1 “To bear in hand” is “ falsely pretended.”
For you a mortal mineral; which, being took,
you all this, her women? Lady. We did, so please your highness.
Enter Lucius, IACHIMO, the Soothsayer, and other
Roman prisoners, guarded ; Posthumus behind,
and IMOGEN. Thou com’st not, Caius, now for tribute ; that The Britons have razed out, though with the loss Of many a bold one; whose kinsmen have made suit, That their good souls may be appeased with slaughter Of you their captives which ourself have granted. So, think of your estate.
Luc. Consider, sir, the chance of war.
A Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer.
I have surely seen him;
I humbly thank your highness.
No, no; alack,
The boy disdains me ;
What wouldst 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?
1 Feat is ready, dexterous.
2 Countenance. 3 "I know not what should induce me to say, Live, boy.” The word nor was inserted by Rowe. VOL. VI,
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. Сут.
Ay, with all my heart,
best attention. What's thy name?
Thou art my good youth, my page; I'll be thy master.
Walk with me; speak freely.
[CYMBELINE and IMOGEN converse apart. Bel. Is not this boy revived from death ? Arv.
One sand another Not more resembles ; that sweet rosy lad, Who died, and was Fidele.--What think
? Gui. The same dead thing alive. Bel. Peace, peace! see further; he eyes us not;
But we saw him dead.
It is my mistress ; [Aside. Since she is living, let the time run on, To good, or bad.
[CYMBELINE and Imogen come forward. Сут.
Come, stand thou by our side; Make thy demand aloud.—Sir, [To lach.) step you
forth; Give answer to this boy, and do it freely; Or, by our greatness, and the grace of it, Which is our honor, bitter torture shall 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?