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Guid. Let me end his story: 'Twas I, that slew him. Cym. Marry, the gods forefend ! I would not thy good deeds should from my lips Pluck a hard sentence: 'pr'yjhee, valiant youth, Deny't again. Guitl. I have spoke it, and I did it. Cym. He was a prince. Guid. 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.—Bind the offender, And take him from our presence. [GUARDS advance. Bel. Stay, sir king: 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 Guards. 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? Bel. I am too blunt, and saucy: Here's my knee: Mighty sir, These two young gentlemen, that call me father, And think they are my sons, are none of mine; They are the issue of your loins, my liege, And blood of your begetting.
Posthumus, Imogen, and Pisanio, comeforward, Cym, Howl 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.—But, gracious sir, Here are your sons again; and I must lose Two of the sweet'st companions in the world:—. The benediction of these covering heavens Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy To inlay heaven with stars.
Cym. Thou weep'st, and speak'st.—
If these be they, I know not how to wish
Bel. This is he;
Cym. Bless'd may you be,
Imog. No, my lord;
Cym. Did you e'er meet ?—
An. Ay, my good lord.
Guid. And at first meeting loved>
Cym. Oh, rare instinct!
When shall I hear all through ?—How liv'd you?
where? And when came you to serve our Roman captive? How parted with your brothers? how first met them? Why fled you from the court? and whither? But nor the time, nor place, Will serve our long intergatories.—See, Post hum us anchors upon Imogen; And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye On him.—All o'erjoy'd, Save these in bonds; let them be joyful too, For they shall taste our comfort.—
[guards take off their Chains.
Post. I am, sir,
Iach. I am down again: [Kneels.
But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee,
And here the bracelet of the truest princess,
Post. Kneel not to me:
Cym. Nobly doom'd:
From our bless'd altars!—Set we forward: Let
A Roman and a British ensign wave
Friendly together: so through Lud's town march:
Set on there :—Never was a war did cease,
Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace.
[Exeunt omnes.—Drums and Trumpets.