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Cym. What's this, Cornelius?
Cor. The Queen, Sir, very oft importun'd me
Do their due functions.
Have you ta'en of it? Imo. Molt like I did, for I was dead.
Bel. My boys, there was our error.
Guid. This is, fure, Fidele.
Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady from
Think, that you are upon a mock, and now
Throw me again.
(Throwing her arms about his neck.
Poft. Hang there like fruit, my foul,
'Till the tree die!
Cym. How now, my flefh? my child?
What, mak't thou me a dullard in this act?
Wilt thou not speak to me?
Imo. Your Bleffing, Sir,
[To Guid. Arvi.
Bel. Tho' you did love this youth, I blame you not,
You had a motive for't.
Cym. My tears, that fall,
Prove holy-water on thee! Imogen,
Thy mother's dead.
Imo. I'm forry for't, my lord.
Cym. Oh, fhe was naught; and long of her it was,
That we meet here fo ftrangely; but her fon
Is gone, we know not how, nor where.
Pif. My lord,
Now fear is from me, I'll speak truth.
With his fword drawn, foam'd at the mouth, and
If I difcover'd not which
It was my inftant death. By accident
To feek him on the mountains near to Milford :
Guid. Let me end the ftory;
I flew him there.
Cym. Marry, the Gods forefend!
I would not, thy good deeds fhould from my lips
Guid. I've fpoke it, and I did it.
Cym. He was a Prince.
Guid. A moft incivil one. The wrongs
he did me,
Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me
And am right glad, he is not ftanding here
To tell this tale of mine.
Cym. I'm forry for thee;
By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must
Imo. That headlefs man
I thought had been my lord.
Cym. Bind the offender,
And take him from our prefence.
Bel. Stay, Sir King,
This man is better than the man he flew,
They were not born for bondage.
[To the Guard.
Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for,
But I will prove, that two on's are as good
As I've giv'n out of him.
My fons, I muft,
For my own part, unfold a dangerous fpeech,
Though, haply, well for you.
Aru. Your danger's ours.
Guid. And our good, his.
Bel. Have at it then, by leave:
Thou had', great King, a fubject, who was call'd
Cym. What of him? a banish'd traitor.
Affum'd this age; indeed, a banish'd man;
Cym. Take him hence,
The whole world fhall not fave him.
Bel. Not too hot:
Firft, pay me for the nurfing of thy fons;
As I've receiv'd it.
Cym. Nurfing of my fons?
Bel. I am too blunt, and faucy; here's my knee: Ere I arife, I will prefer my fons,
Then fpare not the old Father. Mighty Sir,
Cym. How? my iffue?
Bel. So fure, as you, your father's: I, old Morgan, Am that Belarius whom you fometime banish'd; Your pleasure was my near offence, my punifhment Itfelf, and all my treafon: That I fuffer'd,
Was all the harm I did. These gentle Princes
The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shap'd
Cym. Thou weep'ft, and speak'ft:
The fervice, that you three have done, is more
I loft my children
If thefe be they, I know not how to wish
A pair of worthier fons.
Bel. Be pleas'd a while
This gentleman, whom I call Paladour,
Moft worthy Prince, as yours, is true Guiderius :
Your younger princely fon; he, Sir, was lapt
Cym. Guiderius had
Upon his neck a mole, a fanguine ftar;
It was a mark of wonder.
Bel. This is he;
Who hath upon him ftill that nat'ral flamp:
Cym. Oh, what am I
A mother to the birth of three! ne'er mother
Imo. No, my lord:
I've got two worlds by't.
Have we thus met? oh, never fay hereafter,
Oh, my gentle brothers,
You call'd me brother,
I, you brothers;
But I am trueft speaker.
you e'er meet?
Aru. Ay, my good lord.
Guid. And at firft meeting lov'd;
Cor. By the Queen's dram fhe swallow'd.
When fhall I hear all through? this fierce abridgment
Diftinction fhould be rich in.-Where? how liv'd you? And when came you to ferve our Roman captive? How parted with your brothers ? how firft met them? Why fled you from the court? and whither ?-These, And your three motives to the battle, with
I know not how much more, should be demanded;
From chance to chance: but not the time, nor place,
And fhe, like harmless lightning, throws her eye
Imo. You are my father too, and did relieve me, To fee this gracious season!