Should by the minute feed on life, and, ling'ring, Cym. Heard you all this, her women? Lady. We did so, please your highness. Cym. Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine eyes Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her like her seeming; it had been vi. cious, To have mistrusted her: yet, O my daughter! And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all! Enter Lucius, Iachimo, the Soothsayer, and other Roman Prisoners, guarded; Posthumus behind, and Imogen. Thou com'st not, Caius, now for tribute; that Luc. Consider, sir, the chance of war: the day Was yours by accident; had it gone with us, We should not, when the blood was cool, have threaten'd Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods, Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives May be call'd ransome, let it come: sufficeth, A Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer: So feat*, so nurse-like: let his virtue join With my request, which, I'll make bold, your highness Though he have serv'd a Roman: save him, sir, Cym. I have surely seen him: His favourt is familiar to me. Boy, thou hast look'd thyself into my grace, And art mine own.-I know not why, nor wherefore, Imo. I humbly thank your highness. Luc. I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad; And yet, I know, thou wilt. No, no: alack, Imo. Luc. The boy disdains ine, He leaves me, scorus me: Briefly die their joys, Cym. What would'st 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? * Ready, dextrous. + Countenance. Imo. He is a Roman; no more kin to me, Than I to your highness; who, being born your vas sal, Am something nearer. Cym. Wherefore ey'st him so? Imo. I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please To give me hearing. Cym. Ay, with all my heart, And lend my best attention. What's thy name? Imo. Fidele, sir. Cym. 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 reviv'd from death? One sand another Aro. T Bel. Peace, peace! see further; he eyes us not; forbear; Creatures may be alike: were't he, I am sure He would have spoke to us. Gui. Bel. Be silent; let's see further. But we saw him dead. It is my mistress: [Aside. Since she is living, let the time run on, To good, or bad. Cym. [Cymbeline and Imogen come forward. Come, stand thou by our side; Make thy demand aloud.-Sir, [To Iach.] step you forth; Give answer to this boy, and do it freely; Or, by our greatness, and the grace of it, Winnow the truth from falsehood.-On, speak to him. Post. What's that to him? [Aside. Cym. That diamond upon your finger, say, How came it yours? lach. Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that Which, to be spoke, would torture thee. Cym. How! me? Iach. I am glad to be constrain'd to utter that which Torments me to conceal. By villainy 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 liv'd '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 should'st live while nature will, For beauty that made barren the swell'd boast Loves woman for; besides, that hook of wiving, Sink into dejection. (Most like a noble lord in love, and one His mistress' picture; which by his tongue being made, And then a mind put in't, either our brags Were crack'd of kitchen trulls, or his description Cym. Nay, nay, to the purpose. In suit the place of his bed, and win this ring Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring, |