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To you, the liver, heart, and brain of Britain,
[To BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. By whom, I grant, she lives; 'Tis now the time To ask of whence you are:-report it.
Bow your knees :
Enter CORNELIUS and Ladies.
There's business in these faces :-Why so sadly
Hail, great king!
Whom worse than a physician
Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life;
Affected greatness got by you, not you :
She alone knew this :
Cor. Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to love With such integrity, she did confess Was as a scorpion to her sight; whose life, But that her flight prevented it, she had Ta'en off by poison. Сут. .
O most delicate fiend! Who is't can read a woman ?-Is there more ?
Cor. More, sir, and worse. She did confess, she had For you a mortal mineral; which, being took, Should by the minute feed on life, and, ling'ring, By inches waste you: In which time she purpos'd, By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to O’ercome you with her show: yes, and in time, (When she had fitted you with her craft,) to work Her son into the adoption of the crown. But failing of her end by his strange absence, Grew shameless desperate; open'd, in despite Of heaven and men, her purposes; repented The evils she hatch'd were not effected; so, Despairing, died. Cym.
all this, her women ? Lady. We did so, please your highness.
Cym. Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her like her seeming; it had been
To have mistrusted her : yet, O my daughter !
Enter Lucius, IACHIMO, the Soothsayer, and other
Roman Prisoners, guarded; POSTHUMUS behind,
Luc. Consider, sir, the chance of war : the day
* Ready, dextrous,
And spare no blood beside.
I have surely seen him :
I humbly thank your highness.
No, no: alack,
The boy disdains me,
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?
Imo. He is a Roman; no more kin to me, Than I to your highness; who, being born your
vassal, Am something nearer. Cym.
Wherefore ey'st him sod
Imo. I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please
Ay, with all my heart,
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
Gui. The same dead thing alive.
be alike : were't he, I am sure He would have spoke to us. Gui.
But we saw him dead. Bel. Be silent; let's see further. Pis.
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 greatness, and the grace of it, Which is our honour, bitter torture shall Winnow the truth from falsehood.-On, speak to him.
Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may render