Imo. He is a Roman; no more kin to me, Than I to your highness; who, being born your vassal, Am something nearer. Сут. Wherefore ey'st him so? Imo. I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please To give me hearing. Cym. And lend my best attention. 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 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, Сут. [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; Or, by our greatness, and the grace of it, Which is our honor, bitter torture shall Winnow the truth from falsehood.-On, speak to him. Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may render Of whom he had this ring. 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 lord? Cym. All that belongs to this. 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. Tach. Your daughter's chastity-there it begins. 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 'Twixt amorous and villanous. Being thus quenched 1 As for as if. 2 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, 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. 3 Does the world go round? Wake, my mistress! Post. How comes these staggers 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! Imo. O, get thee from my sight; Pis. Lady, The tune of Imogen! 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? |