The prefent power of life; but, in fhort time, Do their due functions. Have you ta'en of it? Bel. My boys, there was our error. Guid. This is, fure, Fidele. Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady from you? Think, that you are upon a rock, and now Throw me again. Poft. Hang there like fruit, my foul, "Till the tree die! Cym. How now, my flesh? my child? What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act ? Wilt thou not speak to me? Imo. Your bleffing, Sir. [Kneeling. [To Guid. Arvir. 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. Pis. My lord, Now fear is from me, I'll speak truth. Lord Cloten, With his fword drawn, foam'd at the mouth, and swore, 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. Cym. Marry, the Gods forefend! I would not, thy good deeds fhould from my lips Guid. I've spoke 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 With language that would make me spurn the sea, Could it fo roar to me. I cut off's head; And am right glad, he is not ftanding here Cym. I'm forry for thee; By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must Imo. That heedlefs man I thought had been my lord. And take him from our presence. Bel. Stay, Sir King, This man is better than the man he flew, As well defcended as thyfelf; and hath More of thee merited, than a band of Clotens Had ever fcar for. Let his arms alone; [To the Guard. They were not born for bondage. Cym. Why, old Soldier, Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for, As good as we? Ar. In that he spake too far. But I will prove, that two on's are as good Though, haply, well for you. Arv. Your danger's ours. Bel. Have at it then, by leave: Thou hadft, great King, a Subject, who was call'd Belarius. Cym. Cym. What of him? a banish'd traitor. Affum'd this age; indeed, a banish'd man ; Cym. Take him hence, The whole world shall not fave him. First, pay me for the nurfing of thy fons; And let it be confifcate all, fo foon 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 issue? Bel. So fure as you, your father's: I, old Morgan, Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy Cym. Cym. Thou weep'ft, and speak'st: The service, that you three have done, is more Bel. Be pleas'd a while This gentleman, whom I call Paladour, Cym. Guiderius had ́ Upon his neck a mole, a fanguine star; Bel. This is he; Who hath upon him ftill that nat'ral stamp: 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. Oh, my gentle brothers, Cym. Did you e'er meet? Arv. Ay, my good lord. Guid. And at firft meeting lov'd; Continued fo, until we thought he died. Cor. By the Queen's dram fhe fwallow'd. Cym. O rare inftinct! When shall I hear all through? this fierce abridgment Hath to it circumftantial branches, which Diftinction Distinction should be rich in.-Where? how liv'd you? I know not how much more, fhould be demanded; From chance to chance: but not the time, nor place, Pofthumus anchors upon Imogen; And the, like harmless lightning, throws her eye Thou art my brother; fo we'll hold thee ever. [To Bel. Cym. All o'er-joy'd, Save these in bonds: let them be joyful too, For they fhall taste our comfort. Imo. My good master, I will yet do you fervice. Luc. Happy be you! Cym. The forlorn foldier, that fo nobly fought, He would have well becom'd this place, and grac'd (31) Why fled your from the Court, and whether these?] By a ftrange Negligence, in all the Editions, this Paffage is ftark Nonfenfe. One Part of the mistake made is in the Word, whether and another, is, in the falfe Pointing. It must be rectified thus ; Why fled you from the Court? and whither? Thefe, &c. The King is asking his Daughter, how She has liv'd fince her Elopement from the Court; when She enter'd herself in Lucius's Service; how she met with her Brothers, or parted from them; why She fied from the Court, and to what Place: And having enumerated so many Particulars, he ftops fhort, and cries, "All these circumstances, and the Motives of Belarius, Guide"rius, and Arviragus to the Battle, together with a Number 66 more of Occurrences by the Eye, I want to be refolv'd in." The |