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! You ne'er kill'd Imogen till now:-Help, help!Mine honour'd lady! Cym. Post. How come these staggers on me? Pis. Does the world go round? Wake, my mistress! Cym. If this be so, the gods do mean to strike me To death with mortal joy. Pis. How fares my mistress? Imo. O, get thee from my sight; Thou gav'st me poison: dangerous fellow, hence! Breathe not where princes are. Cym. Pis. Lady, The tune of Imogen! The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if Imo. Cor. It poison'd me. O Gods! I left out one thing which the queen confess'd, Cym. What's this, Cornelius? Cor. The queen, sir, very oft impórtun'd me To temper poisons for her; still pretending K The satisfaction of her knowledge, only Do their due functions.-Have you ta'en of it? Bel. There was our error. Gui. This is sure, Fidele. My boys, Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady from you? Think, that you are upon a rock; and now Throw me again. Post. Till the tree die! Cym. [Embracing him. Hang there like fruit, my soul, How now, my flesh, my child? 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. Cym. 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 gone, we know not how, nor where. Is Pis. Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth. Upon my lady's missing, came to me My lord, Lord Cloten, With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth, and swore, If I discover'd not which way she was gone, I would not thy good deeds should from my lips Pluck a hard sentence: pr'ythee, valiant youth, Deny't again. 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 If it could so roar to me: I cut off's head; Cym. I am sorry for thee: By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must Endure our law: Thou art dead. 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, By tasting of our wrath? How of descent As good as we? Aro. In that he spake too far. We will die all three: Cym. And thou shalt die for't. Bel. Aro. Ours. Gui. And our good is his. Bel. Your danger is Have at it then. By leave;-Thou hadst, great king, a subject, who Was call'd Belarius. Cym. What of him? he is A banish'd traitor. Bel. He it is, that hath Assum'd this age: indeed, a banish'd man; I know not how a traitor. Cym. 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, Cym. How! my issue? Bel. So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan, Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd: Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punishment Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'd, Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes (For such, and so they are,) these twenty years Have I train'd up: those arts they have, as I Could put into them; my breeding was, sir, as Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile, Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children Upon my banishment: I mov'd her to't; Having receiv'd the punishment before, |