must

Stay, sir king:

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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. [To the Guard.] Let his
arms alone;

They were not born for bondage.

Сут. Why, old soldier, Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for, By tasting of our wrath? How of descent 309 As good as we? Arv.

In that he spake too far.

Cym. And thou shalt die for 't.

Bel.

We will die all three: But I will prove that two on 's are as good 312 As I have given out him. My sons, I must

For mine own part unfold a dangerous speech, Though, haply, well for you.

Arv.

Gui. And our good his.

Bel.

Your danger's ours.

Have at it, then, by leave. 316 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

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

Thou weep'st, and speak'st. The service that you three have done is more Unlike than this thou tell'st. I lost my children: If these be they, I know not how to wish A pair of worthier sons.

Bel.

Be pleas'd awhile.

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This gentleman, whom I call Polydore,
Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius;
This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus,
Your younger princely son; he, sir, was lapp'd
In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand
Of his queen mother, which, for more proba-

tion,

hold thee ever.

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Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back'd,
Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows
Of mine own kindred: when I wak'd, I found
This label on my bosom; whose containing
Is so from sense in hardness that I can
Make no collection of it; let him show
His skill in the construction.
Luc.

Sooth. Here, my good lord.
Luc.

Philarmonus!

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Read, and declare the meaning.

me,
To see this gracious season.
Сут.
All o'erjoy'd
Save these in bonds; let them be joyful too,
For they shall taste our comfort.
Imo.

I will yet do you service.
Luc.

Sooth. Whenas a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown, without seeking find, and be em braced by a piece of tender air; and when from a stately cedar shall be lopped branches, which. being dead many years, shall after revive, be Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty. Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp; The fit and apt construction of thy name, Being Leo-natus, doth import so much.

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Happy be you!

Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought

He would have well becom'd this place and grac'd

The thankings of a king.

virtuous daughter,

Which we call mollis aer; and mollis aer 445
We term it mulier; which mulier, I divine,
Is this most constant wife; who, even now,
Answering the letter of the oracle,

Unknown to you, [To POSTHUMUS.] unsought,

Сут.

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This hath some seeming.

Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, Personates thee, and thy lopp'd branches point Thy two sons forth; who, by Belarius stolen, 455 For many years thought dead, are now reviv'd. To the majestic cedar join'd, whose issue Promises Britain peace and plenty.

Kneel not to me:

Сут. Laud we the gods; And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils

From our bless'd altars. Publish we this peace

To all our subjects. Set we forward: let 480
A Roman and a British ensign wave
Friendly together; so through Lud's town
march:

And in the temple of great Jupiter Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts. 484 Set on there. Never was a war did cease, Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace. [Exeunt.

Ant. Prince Pericles,

Per. That would be son to great Antiochus. Ant. Before thee stands this fair Hesperides, With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touch'd; For death-like dragons here affright thee hard: Her face, like heaven, enticeth thee to view

Her countless glory, which desert must gain;
And which, without desert, because thine eye 32
Presumes to reach, all thy whole heap must die.
Yon sometime famous princes, like thyself,
Drawn by report, adventurous by desire,
Tell thee with speechless tongues and semblance

On mother's flesh which did me breed;
I sought a husband, in which labour
I found that kindness in a father.
He's father, son, and husband mild,
I mother, wife, and yet his child.
How they may be, and yet in two,
As you will live, resolve it you.

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Sharp physic is the last: but, O you powers! 72 That give heaven countless eyes to view men's

acts,

Why cloud they not their sights perpetually,
If this be true, which makes me pale to read it?
Fair glass of light, I lov'd you, and could still,
Were not this glorious casket stor'd with ill: 77
But I must tell you now my thoughts revolt;
For he's no man on whom perfections wait
That, knowing sin within, will touch the gate.
gate.
You're a fair viol, and your sense the strings,
Who, finger'd to make men his lawful music,
Would draw heaven down and all the gods to
hearken;

But being play'd upon before your time, 84
Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime.
Good sooth, I care not for you.

Ant. Prince Pericles, touch not, upon thy life,

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For that's an article within our law,
As dangerous as the rest. Your time's expir'd:
Either expound now or receive your sentence.
Per. Great king,