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Till the tree die！ CYMBELINE。 How now； my flesh？ my child？ What；
mak'st thou me a dullard in this act？ Wilt thou not speak to me？ IMOGEN。
＇Kneeling＇ Your blessing； sir。 BELARIUS。 ＇To GUIDERIUS and
ARVIRAGUS＇ Though you did love this youth； I blame ye not； You had a
motive for't。 CYMBELINE。 My tears that fall Prove holy water on thee！
Imogen； Thy mother's dead。 IMOGEN。 I am sorry for't； my lord。
CYMBELINE。 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。
PISANIO。 My lord； Now fear is from me； I'll speak troth。 Lord Cloten；
Upon my lady's missing； came to me With his sword drawn； foam'd at the
mouth； and swore； If I discover'd not which way she was gone； It was my
instant death。 By accident I had a feigned letter of my master's Then in my
pocket； which directed him To seek her on the mountains near to Milford；
Where； in a frenzy； in my master's garments； Which he enforc'd from me；
away he posts With unchaste purpose； and with oath to violate My lady's
honour。 What became of him I further know not。 GUIDERIUS。 Let me
end the story： I slew him there。 CYMBELINE。 Marry； the gods forfend！ I
would not thy good deeds should from my lips Pluck a hard sentence。
Prithee； valiant youth； Deny't again。 GUIDERIUS。 I have spoke it； and I
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did it。 CYMBELINE。 He was a prince。 GUIDERIUS。 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 To tell this tale
of mine。 CYMBELINE。 I am sorry for thee。 By thine own tongue thou art
condemn'd； and must Endure our law。 Thou'rt dead。 IMOGEN。 That
headless man I thought had been my lord。 CYMBELINE。 Bind the
offender； And take him from our presence。 BELARIUS。 Stay； sir King。
This man is better than the man he slew； As well descended as thyself； and
hath More of thee merited than a band of Clotens Had ever scar for。 ＇To
the guard＇ Let his arms alone； They were not born for bondage。
CYMBELINE。 Why； old soldier； Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid
for By tasting of our wrath？ How of descent As good as we？
ARVIRAGUS。 In that he spake too far。 CYMBELINE。 And thou shalt die
for't。 BELARIUS。 We will die all three； But I will prove that two on's are
as good As I have given out him。 My sons； I must For mine own part
unfold a dangerous speech； Though haply well for you。 ARVIRAGUS。
Your danger's ours。 GUIDERIUS。 And our good his。 BELARIUS。 Have at
it then by leave！ Thou hadst； great King； a subject who Was call'd Belarius。
CYMBELINE。 What of him？ He is A banish'd traitor。 BELARIUS。 He it is
that hath Assum'd this age； indeed a banish'd man； I know not how a
traitor。 CYMBELINE。 Take him hence； The whole world shall not save
him。 BELARIUS。 Not too hot。 First pay me for the nursing of thy sons；
And let it be confiscate all； so soon As I have receiv'd it。 CYMBELINE。
Nursing of my sons？ BELARIUS。 I am too blunt and saucy： here's my
knee。 Ere I arise I will prefer my sons； Then spare not the old father。
Mighty sir； These two young gentlemen that call me father； And think they
are my sons； are none of mine； They are the issue of your loins； my liege；
And blood of your begetting。 CYMBELINE。 How？ my issue？ BELARIUS。
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 Could put into them。 My breeding was； sir； as
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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。
CYMBELINE。 Thou weep'st and speak'st。 The service that you three have
done is more Unlike than this thou tell'st。 I lost my children。 If these be
they； I know not how to wish A pair of worthier sons。 BELARIUS。 Be
pleas'd awhile。 This gentleman； whom I call Polydore； Most worthy prince；
as yours； is true Guiderius； This gentleman； my Cadwal； Arviragus； Your
younger princely son； he； sir； was lapp'd In a most curious mantle；
wrought by th' hand Of his queen mother； which for more probation I can
with ease produce。 CYMBELINE。 Guiderius had Upon his neck a mole； a
sanguine star； It was a mark of wonder。 BELARIUS。 This is he； Who hath
upon him still that natural stamp。 It was wise nature's end in the donation；
To be his evidence now。 CYMBELINE。 O； what am I？ A mother to the
birth of three？ Ne'er mother Rejoic'd deliverance more。 Blest pray you be；
That； after this strange starting from your orbs； You may reign in them
now！ O Imogen； Thou hast lost by this a kingdom。 IMOGEN。 No； my lord；
I have got two worlds by't。 O my gentle brothers； Have we thus met？ O；
never say hereafter But I am truest speaker！ You call'd me brother； When I
was but your sister： I you brothers； When we were so indeed。
CYMBELINE。 Did you e'er meet？ ARVIRAGUS。 Ay； my good lord。
GUIDERIUS。 And at first meeting lov'd； Continu'd so until we thought he
died。 CORNELIUS。 By the Queen's dram she swallow'd。 CYMBELINE。
O rare instinct！ When shall I hear all through？ This fierce abridgment Hath
to it circumstantial branches； which Distinction should be rich in。 Where？
how liv'd you？ And when came you to serve our Roman captive？ How
parted with your brothers？