3496Some vpright Iusticer. Thou King, send out

3497For Torturors ingenious: it is I

3498That all th' abhorred things o'th' earth amend

3499By being worse then they. I am Posthumus,

3500That kill'd thy Daughter: Villain-like, I lye,

3501That caus'd a lesser villaine then my selfe,

3502A sacrilegious Theefe to doo't. The Temple

3503Of Vertue was she; yea, and she her selfe.

3504Spit, and throw stones, cast myre vpon me, set

3505The dogges o'th' street to bay me: euery villaine

3506Be call'd Posthumus Leonatus, and

3507Be villany lesse then 'twas. Oh Imogen!

3508My Queene, my life, my wife: oh Imogen,

3509Imogen, Imogen.

3510Imo. Peace my Lord, heare, heare.

3511Post. Shall's haue a play of this?

3512Thou scornfull Page, there lye thy part.

3513Pi s. Oh Gentlemen, helpe,

3514Mine and your Mistris: Oh my Lord Posthumus,

3515You ne're kill'd Imogen till now: helpe, helpe,

3516Mine honour'd Lady.

3517Cym. Does the world go round?

3518Posth. How comes these staggers on mee?

3519Pisa. Wake my Mistris.

3520Cym. If this be so, the Gods do meane to strike me

3521To death, with mortall ioy.

3522Pisa. How fares my Mistris?

3523Imo. Oh get thee from my sight,

3524Thou gau'st me poyson: dangerous Fellow hence,

3525Breath not where Princes are.

3526Cym. The tune of Imogen.

3527Pisae. Lady, the Gods throw stones of sulpher on me, if

3528That box I gaue you, was not thought by mee

3529A precious thing, I had it from the Queene.

3530Cym. New matter still.

3531Imo. It poyson'd me.

3532Corn. Oh Gods!

3533I left out one thing which the Queene confest,

3534Which must approue thee honest. If Pasanio

3535Haue (said she) giuen his Mistris that Confection

3536Which I gaue him for Cordiall, she is seru'd,

3537As I would serue a Rat.

3538Cym. What's this, Cornelius?

3539Corn. The Queene (Sir) very oft importun'd me

3540To temper poysons for her, still pretending

3541The satisfaction of her knowledge, onely

3542In killing Creatures vilde, as Cats and Dogges

3543Of no esteeme. I dreading, that her purpose

3544Was of more danger, did compound for her

3545A certaine stuffe, which being tane, would cease

3546The present powre of life, but in short time,

3547All Offices of Nature, should againe

3548Do their due Functions. Haue you tane of it?

3549Imo. Most like I did, for I was dead.

3550Bel. My Boyes, there was our error.

3551Gui. This is sure Fidele.

3552Imo. Why did you throw your wedded Lady fro you?

3553Thinke that you are vpon a Rocke, and now

3554Throw me againe.

3555Post. Hang there like fruite, my soule,

3556Till the Tree dye.

3557Cym. How now, my Flesh? my Childe?

3558What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this Act?

3559Wilt thou not speake to me?

3560Imo. Your blessing, Sir.

3561Bel. Though you did loue this youth, I blame ye not,

3562You had a motiue for't.

3563Cym. My teares that fall

3564Proue holy-water on thee; Imogen,

3565Thy Mothers dead.

3566Imo. I am sorry for't, my Lord.

3567Cym. Oh, she was naught; and long of her it was

3568That we meet heere so strangely: but her Sonne

3569Is gone, we know not how, nor where.

3570Pisa. My Lord,

3571Now feare is from me, Ile speake troth. Lord Cloten

3572Vpon my Ladies missing, came to me

3573With his Sword drawne, foam'd at the mouth, and swore

3574If I discouer'd not which way she was gone,

3575It was my instant death. By accident,

3576I had a feigned Letter of my Masters

3577Then in my pocket, which directed him

3578To seeke her on the Mountaines neere to Milford,

3579Where in a frenzie, in my Masters Garments

3580(Which he inforc'd from me) away he postes

3581With vnchaste purpose, and with oath to violate

3582My Ladies honor, what became of him,

3583I further know not.

3584Gui. Let me end the Story: I slew him there.

3585Cym. Marry, the Gods forefend.

3586I would not thy good deeds, should from my lips

3587Plucke a hard sentence: Prythee valiant youth

3588Deny't againe.

3589Gui. I haue spoke it, and I did it.

3590Cym. He was a Prince.

3591Gui. A most inciuill one. The wrongs he did mee

3592Were nothing Prince-like; for he did prouoke me

3593With Language that would make me spurne the Sea,

3594If it could so roare to me. I cut off's head,

3595And am right glad he is not standing heere

3596To tell this tale of mine.

3597Cym. I am sorrow for thee:

3598By thine owne tongue thou art condemn'd, and must

3599Endure our Law: Thou'rt dead.

3600Imo. That headlesse man I thought had bin my Lord

3601Cym. Binde the Offender,

3602And take him from our presence.

3603Bel. Stay, Sir King.

3604This man is better then the man he slew,

3605As well descended as thy selfe, and hath

3606More of thee merited, then a Band of Clotens

3607Had euer scarre for. Let his Armes alone,

3608They were not borne for bondage.

3609Cym. Why old Soldier:

3610Wilt thou vndoo the worth thou art vnpayd for

3611By tasting of our wrath? How of descent

3612As good as we?

3613Arui. In that he spake too farre.

3614Cym. And thou shalt dye for't.

3615Bel. We will dye all three,

3616But I will proue that two one's are as good

3617As I haue giuen out him. My Sonnes, I must

3618For mine owne part, vnfold a dangerous speech,

3619Though haply well for you.

3620Arui. Your danger's ours.

3621Guid. And our good his.

3622Bel. Haue at it then, by leaue

3623Thou hadd'st (great King) a Subiect, who

3624Was call'd Belarius.

3625Cym. What of him? He is a banish'd Traitor.

3626Bel. He it is, that hath

3627Assum'd this age: indeed a banish'd man,