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Should by the minute feed on life, and, ling'ring,
Heard you all this, her women?
Enter Lucius, lacbimo, 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
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:
I have surely seen him :
I humbly thank your bighness.
No, no: alack,
The boy disdains ine,
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.
Imo. He is a Roman; no more kin to me, Than I to your highness; who, being boro 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,
Imo. Fidele, sir.
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? Aro.
One sand another
Gui. The same dead thing alive.
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. Cym.
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 greatoess, and the grace of it, Which is our honour, bitter torture shall Window 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?
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? Tach. 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. Cyn. My daughter! what of her? Renew thy
strength : I had rather thou should'st live while nature will, Than die ere I hear more: strive man, and speak.
Iach. Upon a time, (unhappy was the clock That struck the hour!) it was in Rome, (accurs'd The mansion where!) 'twas at a feast, (O 'would Our viands had been poison'd! or, at least, Those which I heav'd to head!) the good Posthumus (What should I say? he was too good, to be Where ill men were; and was the best of all Amongst the rar’st of good ones), sitting sadly, Hearing us praise our loves of Italy For beauty that made barren the swellid boast of him that best could speak; for feature, laming The shrine of Venus, or straight-pight Minerva, Postures beyond brief nature; for condition, A shop of all the qualities that man Loves woman for ; besides, that hook of wiving, Fairness which strikes the eye:
• Sink into dejection.
I stand on fire: Come to the matter. lach.
All too soon I shall, Unless thou would'st grieve quickly.-This Posthú
mus (Most like a noble lord in love, and one That had a royal lover), took bis hint; And, not dispraising whom he prais'd (therein He was as calm as virtue), he began 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 Prov'd us unspeaking sots. Сут.
Nay, nay, to the purpose. lach. Your daughter's chastity--there it begins. He spake of her as Dian had hot dreams, And she alone were cold : Whereat, I, wretch! Made scruple of his praise; and wager'd with him Pieces of gold, 'gainst this which then he wore Upon his honour'd finger, to attain In suit the place of his bed, and win this ring By hers and mine adultery: he, true knight, No lesser of her honour confident Than I did truly fiad her, stakes this ring, And would so, had it been a carbuncle Of Phæbus' wheel; and might so safely, had it Been all the worth of his car. Away to Britain Post I in this design: Well may you, sir, Remember me at court, where I was taught Of your chaste daughter the wide difference 'Twixt amorous and villainous. Being thus quench'd Of hope, not longing, mine Italian brain 'Gan in your duller Britain operate Most vilely; for my vantage, excellent; And, to be brief, my practice so prevail'd, That I return'd with simular proof enough To make the noble Leonatus mad, By wounding his belief in her renown