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 so? Imo. I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please To give me hearing. Cym. Ay, with all my heart, And lend my best attention. What's thy name? Cym. Bel. Is not this boy revived from death? One sand another Arv. Who died, and was Fidele.-What think you? Bel. Peace, peace! see further; he eyes us not; forbear; Creatures may be alike. He would have spoke to us. Gui. Were't he, I am sure But we saw him dead. It is my mistress; [Aside. Bel. Be silent; let's see further. Since she is living, let the time run on, Cym. [CYMBELINE and IMOGEN come forward. 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; Winnow the truth from falsehood.—On, speak to him. Post. What's that to him? Cym. That diamond upon your finger, say, How came it yours? [Aside. Iach. Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that Which, to be spoke, would torture thee. Cym. How! me? Iach. I am glad to be constrained to utter that which Torments me to conceal. By villany 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 lived 'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my Cym. All that belongs to this. lord? Iach. That paragon, thy daughter,For whom my heart drops blood, and my false spirits Quail to remember,-give me leave; I faint. Cym. My daughter! what of her? Renew thy strength: I had rather thou shouldst live while nature will, For beauty that made barren the swelled boast Loves woman for; besides, that hook of wiving, Cym. Come, to the matter. I stand on fire; 1 To quail is to faint, or sink into dejection. 2 Feature is here used for proportion. Iach. All too soon I shall, Unless thou wouldst grieve quickly.—This Posthumus (Most like a noble lord in love, and one That had a royal lover) took his hint; And, not dispraising whom we praised, (therein His mistress' picture; which by his tongue being made, Were cracked of kitchen trulls, or his description Cym. Nay, nay, to the purpose. In suit the place of his bed, and win this ring Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring; Of Phoebus' wheel; and might so safely, had it 1 As for as if. 2 1. e. such marks of the chamber and pictures, as averred or confirmed my report. (O cunning, how I got it!) nay, some marks Post. Ay, so thou dost, Italian fiend!-Ah me, most credulous fool, Egregious murderer, thief, any thing That's due to all the villains past, in being, That all the abhorred things o' the earth amend Be villany less than 'twas!-O Imogen! Imo. Peace, my lord; hear, hear Post. Shall's have a play of this? Thou scornful page, There lie thy part. Pis. [Striking her; she falls. O gentlemen, help, help, Mine, and your mistress.-O my lord Posthumus! Mine honored lady! Сут. Does the world go round? Wake, my mistress! Post. How comes these staggers3 on me? Pis. 1 Justicer was anciently used instead of justice. Cym. If this be so, the gods do mean to strike me To death with mortal joy. Pis. How fares my mistress? Dangerous fellow, hence! The tune of Imogen ! Imo. O, get thee from my sight; Pis. Lady, The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if Imo. Cor. It poisoned me. O gods! I left out one thing which the queen confessed, Cym. What's this, Cornelius? Do their due functions.-Have you ta'en of it? There was our error. Gui. My boys, This is, sure, Fidele. Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady from you? Think that you are upon a rock; and now Throw me again. Post. Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die! Cym. [Embracing him. How now, my flesh, my child? |