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What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act ?
Your blessing, sir.
[Kneeling. Bel. Though you did love this youth, I blame ye
You had a motive for't.
[To GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS, Сут. .
My tears that fall,
I am sorry forrt, my lord.
Let me end the story :
Marry, the gods forfend !6
Gui. I have spoke it, and I did it.
Gui. A most uncivil one : The wrongs he did me
I am sorry for thee: By thine own tongue thou art condemn’d, and must Endure our law : Thou art dead. Imo.
That headless man
Bind the offender,
Stay, sir king :
[To the Guard. They were not born for bondage. Сут. .
Why, old soldier Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for, By tasting of our wrath ? How of descert As good as we? Arv.
In that he spake too far.
Cym. And thou shalt die for't.
We will die all three :
Your danger is
Have at it then.
What of him? he is
He it is, that hath
Take him hence;
Not too hot: First pay
me for the nursing of thy sons ;
Nursing of my sons ?
How! my issue?
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. Cym.
Thou weep'st, and speak'st. The service, that you three have done, is more Unlike than this thou tell'st: I lost
Be pleas'd a while.
This is he;
In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand
Bel. Who hath
him still that natural stamp ;
O, what am I
No, my lord;
sister; I you
brothers, When you were so indeed. Cym.
And at first meeting lov'd; Continued so, until we thought he died.
Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd.
O rare instinct When shall I hear all through? This fierce7 abridge.
ment Hath to it circumstantial branches, which
7 Vehement, rapid.