3628I know not how, a Traitor.

3629Cym. Take him hence,

3630The whole world shall not saue him.

3631Bel. Not too hot;

3632First pay me for the Nursing of thy Sonnes,

3633And let it be confiscate all, so soone

3634As I haue receyu'd it.

3635Cym. Nursing of my Sonnes?

3636Bel. I am too blunt, and sawcy: heere's my knee:

3637Ere I arise, I will preferre my Sonnes,

3638Then spare not the old Father. Mighty Sir,

3639These two young Gentlemen that call me Father,

3640And thinke they are my Sonnes, are none of mine,

3641They are the yssue of your Loynes, my Liege,

3642And blood of your begetting.

3643Cym. How? my Issue.

3644Bel. So sure as you, your Fathers: I (old Morgan)

3645Am that Belarius, whom you sometime banish'd:

3646Your pleasure was my neere offence, my punishment

3647It selfe, and all my Treason that I suffer'd,

3648Was all the harme I did. These gentle Princes

3649(For such, and so they are) these twenty yeares

3650Haue I train'd vp; those Arts they haue, as I

3651Could put into them. My breeding was (Sir)

3652As your Highnesse knowes: Their Nurse Euriphile

3653(Whom for the Theft I wedded) stole these Children

3654Vpon my Banishment: I moou'd her too't,

3655Hauing receyu'd the punishment before

3656For that which I did then. Beaten for Loyaltie,

3657Excited me to Treason. Their deere losse,

3658The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shap'd

3659Vnto my end of stealing them. But gracious Sir,

3660Heere are your Sonnes againe, and I must loose

3661Two of the sweet'st Companions in the World.

3662The benediction of these couering Heauens

3663Fall on their heads like dew, for they are worthie

3664To in-lay Heauen with Starres.

3665Cym. Thou weep'st, and speak'st:

3666The Seruice that you three haue done, is more

3667Vnlike, then this thou tell'st. I lost my Children,

3668If these be they, I know not how to wish

3669A payre of worthier Sonnes.

3670Bel. Be pleas'd awhile;

3671This Gentleman, whom I call Polidore,

3672Most worthy Prince, as yours, is true Guiderius:

3673This Gentleman, my Cadwall, Aruiragus.

3674Your yonger Princely Son, he Sir, was lapt

3675In a most curious Mantle, wrought by th' hand

3676Of his Queene Mother, which for more probation

3677I can with ease produce.

3678Cym. Guiderius had

3679Vpon his necke a Mole, a sanguine Starre,

3680It was a marke of wonder.

3681Bel. This is he,

3682Who hath vpon him still that naturall stampe:

3683It was wise Natures end, in the donation

3684To be his euidence now.

3685Cym. Oh, what am I

3686A Mother to the byrth of three? Nere Mother

3687Reioyc'd deliuerance more: Blest, pray you be,

3688That after this strange starting from your Orbes,

3689You may reigne in them now: Oh Imogen,

3690Thou hast lost by this a Kingdome.

3691Imo. No, my Lord:

3692I haue got two Worlds by't. Oh my gentle Brothers,

3693Haue we thus met? Oh neuer say heereafter

3694But I am truest speaker. You call'd me Brother

3695When I was but your Sister: I you Brothers,

3696When we were so indeed.

3697Cym. Did you ere meete?

3698Arui. I my good Lord.

3699Gui. And at first meeting lou'd,

3700Continew'd so, vntill we thought he dyed.

3701Corn. By the Queenes Dramme she swallow'd.

3702Cym. O rare instinct!

3703When shall I heare all through? This fierce abridgment,

3704Hath to it Circumstantiall branches, which

3705Distinction should be rich in. Where? how liu'd you?

3706And when came you to serue our Romane Captiue?

3707How parted with your Brother? How first met them?

3708Why fled you from the Court? And whether these?

3709And your three motiues to the Battaile? with

3710I know not how much more should be demanded,

3711And all the other by-dependances

3712From chance to chance? But nor the Time, nor Place

3713Will serue our long Interrogatories. See,

3714Posthumus Anchors vpon Imogen;

3715And she (like harmlesse Lightning) throwes her eye

3716On him: her Brothers, Me: her Master hitting

3717Each obiect with a Ioy: the Counter-change

3718Is seuerally in all. Let's quit this ground,

3719And smoake the Temple with our Sacrifices.

3720Thou art my Brother, so wee'l hold thee euer.

3721Imo. You are my Father too, and did releeue me:

3722To see this gracious season.

3723Cym. All ore-ioy'd

3724Saue these in bonds, let them be ioyfull too,

3725For they shall taste our Comfort.

3726Imo. My good Master, I will yet do you seruice.

3727Luc. Happy be you.

3728Cym. The forlorne Souldier, that no Nobly fought

3729He would haue well becom'd this place, and grac'd

3730The thankings of a King.

3731Post. I am Sir

3732The Souldier that did company these three

3733In poore beseeming: 'twas a fitment for

3734The purpose I then follow'd. That I was he,

3735Speake Iachimo, I had you downe, and might

3736Haue made you finish.

3737Iach. I am downe againe:

3738But now my heauie Conscience sinkes my knee,

3739As then your force did. Take that life, beseech you

3740Which I so often owe: but your Ring first,

3741And heere the Bracelet of the truest Princesse

3742That euer swore her Faith.

3743Post. Kneele not to me:

3744The powre that I haue on you, is to spare you:

3745The malice towards you, to forgiue you. Liue

3746And deale with others better.

3747Cym. Nobly doom'd:

3748Wee'l learne our Freenesse of a Sonne-in-Law:

3749Pardon's the word to all.

3750Arui. You holpe vs Sir,

3751As you did meane indeed to be our Brother,

3752Ioy'd are we, that you are.

3753Post. Your Seruant Princes. Good my Lord of Rome

3754Call forth your Sooth-sayer: As I slept, me thought

3755Great Iupiter vpon his Eagle back'd

3756Appear'd to me, with other sprightly shewes

3757Of mine owne Kindred. When I wak'd, I found

3758This Labell on my bosome; whose containing

3759Is so from sense in hardnesse, that I can