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What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act?

Wilt thou not speak to me?

Imo.

Your blessing, sir.

[Kneeling.

Bel. Though you did love this youth, I blame ye

not;

You had a motive for't.

Сут.

[To GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS,

My tears that fall,

I am sorry for't, my lord.

Prove holy water on thee! Imogen,

Thy mother's dead,

Imo.

Cym. O, 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.

Pis. 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

swore,

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, he posts

Which he inforc'd from me, away

With unchaste purpose, and with oath to violate
My lady's honour: what became of him,

I further know not.

Gui.

I slew him there.

Let me end the story:

Cym.

Marry, the gods forfend !"

I would not thy good deeds should from my lips
Pluck a hard sentence: 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 so roar 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 condemn'd, and must Endure our law: Thou art dead.

Imo.

I thought had been my lord.

Cym.

That headless man

Bind the offender,

Stay, sir king:

And take him from our presence.

Bel.

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;

They were not born for bondage.

Cym.

[To the Guard.

Why, old soldier,

Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for,
By tasting of our wrath? How of descent

As good as we ?

Arv.

In that he spake too far.

Forbid.

Cym. And thou shalt die for't.

Bel. 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.

Aro.

Ours.

Gui. And our good his.

Bel.

Your danger is

Have at it then.

By leave;-Thou hadst, great king, a subject, who

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Assum'd this age: indeed, a banish'd man;

I know not how, a traitor.

Сут.

Take him hence;

Not too hot:

The whole world shall not save him.

Bel.

First pay me for the nursing of thy sons;
And let it be confiscate all, so soon

As I have receiv'd it.

Cym.

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?

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Bel. So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan,
Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'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 highness 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 :---
The benediction of these covering heavens
Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy
To inlay heaven with stars.

Сут.
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 a while.

This gentleman, whom I call Polydore,

Most worthy prince, as yours, is true, Guiderius;
This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arvirágus,

Your younger princely son; he, sir, was lapp'd

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In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand

Of his queen mother, which, for more probation, I can with ease produce.

Cym.

Guiderius had

Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star;

It was a mark of wonder.

Bel.

This is he

;

Who hath upon him still that natural stamp ;
It was wise nature's end in the donation,
To be his evidence now.

O, what am I

Cym.
A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother
Rejoic'd deliverance more :-Bless'd may you be,
That, after this strange starting from your orbs,
You may reign in them now!-O Imogen,
Thou hast lost by this a kingdom.

No, my lord;

Imo. I have got two worlds by't.-O my gentle brother, Have we thus met? O never say hereafter, But I am truest speaker: you call'd me brother, When I was but your sister; I you brothers,

When you were so indeed.

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Did you e'er meet?

Continued so, until we thought he died.

And at first meeting lov'd;

O rare instinct!

Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd.

Cym.

When shall I hear all through? This fierce abridge,

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Hath to it circumstantial branches, which

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