Cym. My daughter! what of her? Renew thy strength: I had rather thou shouldst live while nature will, For beauty that made barren the swell'd boast Loves woman for; besides, that hook of wiving, Cym. Come to the matter. Iach. I stand on fire: 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 this hint ; And, not dispraising whom we prais'd, (therein He was as calm as virtue,) he began His mistress' picture; which by his tongue being made, Were crack'd of kitchen trulls, or his description Cym. Nay, nay, to the purpose. Upon his honour'd finger, to attain 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 Most vilely; for my vantage, excellent; Post. That's due to all the villains past, in being, That all the abhorred things o' the earth amend, Justicer. This fine old word is used several times in Lear." It is found in our ancient law-books. VOL. VIII. II That caus'd a lesser villain than myself, Be villainy less than 't was!-O Imogen ! Imo. Peace, my lord; hear, hear!— Post. Shall's have a play of this? Thou scornful page, There lie thy part. [Striking her: she falls. O, gentlemen, help Pis. Mine, and your mistress:-0, my lord Posthumus! You ne'er kill'd Imogen till now:-Help, help!— Mine honour'd lady! Cym. Post. How come these staggers on me? Pis. Does the world go round? Wake, my mistress! Cym. If this be so, the gods do mean to strike me To death with mortal joy. Pis. How fares my mistress? Imo. O, get thee from my sight; Thou gav'st me poison: dangerous fellow, hence! Breathe not where princes are! Сут. The tune of Imogen! The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if Imo. Cor. It poison'd me. O gods!-- Cym. What 's this, Cornelius? Do their due functions.-Have you ta'en of it? Bel. There was our error. Gui. This is sure, Fidele. My boys, Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady from you? Think that you are upon a rock, and now Throw me again. Post. Till the tree die! Cym. [Embracing him. What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act? Imo. Hang there like fruit, my soul, How now, my flesh, my child? Your blessing, sir. [Kneeling. [To GUI. and ARV. My tears, that fall, Imogen, Bel. Though you did love this youth, I blame ye not; You had a motive for it. Сут. Prove holy water on thee! Imo. I am sorry for 't, my lord. 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. Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth. With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth, and swore If I discover'd not which way she was gone, Gui. I slew him there. Cym. Let me end the story: Marry, the gods forefend! I have spoke it, and I did it, Gui. A most 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, If it could so roar to me: I cut off 's head; And am right glad he is not standing here Сут. 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 be 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; [To the guard. They were not born for bondage, Сут. Why, old soldier, |