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With tokens thus, and thus; averring notes
Of chamber-hanging, pictures, this her bracelet,
(O, cunning, how I got it!) nay, some marks
Of secret on her person, that he could not
But think her bond of chastity quite crack'd,
I having ta'en the forfeit. Whereupon,-
Methinks, I see him now,

Ay, so thou dost,

(Coming forward. Italian fiend !-Ah me, most credulous fool, Egregious murderer, thief, any thing That's due to all the villains past, in being, To come!-0, give me cord, or knife, or poison, Some upright justicer! Thou, king, send out For torturers ingevious: it is [ That all the abhorred things o'the earth amend, By being worse than they. I am Posthûmus, That kill'd thy daughter :-villain-like, I lie; That caus'd a lesser villain than myself, A sacrilegious thief, to do't :- the temple Of virtue was she; yea, and she herself". Spit, and throw stones, cast mire upon me, set The dogs o'the street to bay me: every villain Be call's, Posthumus Leonatus; and Be viliainy less than 'twas!-O Imogen! My queen, my life, my wife! O Imogen, Imogen, Imogen! Imo.

Peace, my lord; hear, hear, Pust. Shall's have a play of this? Thou scornful

. page, There lie thy part. [Striking her: she falls. Pis.

O, gentlemen, help, help Mine, aud your mistress :-0, my lord Posthumus! You ne'er kill'd Imogen till now:-Help, help!Mine honour'd lady! Сут.

Does the world go round? Pust. How come these staggers on me?

• Not only the temple of virtue, but virtue herself.


. Wake, my mistress! Cym. If this be so, the gods do mean to strike me To death with inortal 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. Сут.

The tune of Imogen!
Pis. Lady,
The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if
That box I gave you was not thought by me
A precious thing; I had it from the queen.

Cym. New matter still?

It poison'd me.

O Gods!
I left out one thing which the queen confess'd,
Which must approve thee honest: If Pisanio
Ilave, said she, given his mistress that confection
Which I gave him for a cordial, she is serv'd
As I would serve a rat.

What's this, Cornelius ?
Cor. The queen, sir, very oft importun'd me .
To temper* poisons for her; still pretending
The satisfaction of her knowledge, only
In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs
Of no esteem: I, dreading that her purpose
Was of more danger, did compound for her
A certain stuff, which, being ta'en, would cease
The present power of life; but, in short time,
All offices of nature should again
Do their due functions.-Have you ta'en of it?

Imo. Most like I did, for I was dead.

My boys,
There was our error.

This is sure, Fidele. Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady froin

. you!


* Mix, compound.


Think, that you are upon a rock; and now
Throw me again.

[Embracing him. Post.

Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die! Cym.

How now, my flesh, my child? What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act? Wilt thou not speak to me?

Your blessing, sir.

[Kneeling. Bel. Though you did love this youth, i blame ye

not; You had a motive fort. [To Guid, and Arvi. Cym.

My tears that fall,
Prove holy water on thee! Imogen,
Thy mother's dead.

. I am sorry fort, my lord,
Cym, 0, she was naught; and 'long of her it was,
That we meet here so strangely: But her son
Is gone, we know not how, nor where.

My lord,
Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth. Lord Cloten,
Upon my lady's missing, came to me
With his sword drawn ; foam'd at the mouth, and

If I discover'd not which way she was gone,
It was my instant death: By accident,
I had a feigned letter of my master's
Then in my pocket; which directed him
To seek her on the mountains near to Milford;
Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments,
Which he inforc'd from me, away he posts
With unchaste purpose, and with oath to violate
My lady's hononr : what became of him,
I further know oot.

Let me end the story:
I slew him there.

Marry, the gods forfend!

• Forbid.

I would not thy good deeds should from my lips
Pluck a hard senteuce: 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
With language that would make me spurn the sea,
If it could roar so 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 condemo'd, and must Endure our law: Thou art dead. Imo.

That headless man I thought had been my lord. Cym.

Bind the offender, And take him from our presence. 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 Guard. 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?

In that he spake too far.
Cym. And thou shalt die for't.

We will die all three :
But I will prove, that two of us are as good
As I have given out him.--My sons, I must,
For mine own part, unfold a dangerous speech,
Though, haply, well for you.

Your danger is

Gui. And our good his.

Have at it then.


By leave;- Thou hadst, great king, a subject, who
Was call'd Belarius.

What of him? he is
A banish'd traitor.

He it is, that hath
Assum'd this age: indeed, a banish'd man;
I know not how, a traitor.

Take him hence;
The whole world shall not save him.

Not too hot:
First pay me for the nursing of thy sons;
And let it be confiscate all, so soon
As I have receiv'd it.

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, 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. Cym.

How! my issue? Bel. So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan, Am that Belarius whom you sometime banishi'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 bighness 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, For that which I did then: Beaten for loyalty Excited me to treason : Their dear loss, The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shap'd Unto my end of stealing them. But, gracious sir, Here are your sons again; and I must lose Two of the sweet'st companions in the world :

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