Was as a scorpion to her fight; whofe life, But that her flight prevented it, fhe had Cym. O most delicate fiend! Who is't can read a woman?-Is there more? Cor. More, fir, and worfe. She did confess, she had Cym. Heard you all this, her women? Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her like her feeming; it had been vicious, To have mistrusted her: yet, O my daughter! That it was folly in me, thou may'st say, And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all! Enter Lucius, Iachimo, and other Roman prifoners; Poft. bumus bebind, and Imogen. Thou com'ft not, Caius, now for tribute; that Of Of you their captives, which ourself have granted: Luc. Confider, fir, the chance of war: the day We fhould not, when the blood was cold, have threaten'd With my request, which, I'll make bold, your highness Cym. I have furely seen him; * His favour is familiar to me:-Boy, Thou hast look'd thyself into my grace, and art The nobleft ta'en. Imo. I humbly thank your highness. Luc. I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad; And yet, I know, thou wilt. 1 feat,]-adroit, clever. His favour is familiar to me :]-I am well acquainted with his countenance. Imo. No, no; alack, There's other work in hand; I fee a thing Luc. The boy difdains me, He leaves me, fcorns me: Briefly die their joys, Cym. What wouldst thou, boy? I love thee more and more; think more and more What's best to afk. Know'ft him thou look'st on? speak, Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? thy friend? Imo. He is a Roman; no more kin to me, Than I to your highnels; who, being born your vassal, Am fomething nearer. Cym. Wherefore ey'st him fo? Imo. I'll tell you, fir, in private, if you please To give me hearing. Cym. Ay, with all my heart, And lend my beft attention. What's thy name? Imo. Fidele, fir. Cym. Thou art my good youth, my page; [Cymbeline and Imogen walk afide. Bel. Is not this boy reviv'd from death? Arv. One fand another Not more resembles: That fweet rofy lad, Who dy'd, and was Fidele-What think you? Guid. The fame dead thing alive. Bel. Peace, peace! fee further; he eyes us not; forbear; Creatures may be alike: were't he, I am fure He would have spoke to us. Guid. But we saw him dead. Bel. Be filent; let's fee further. Pif. It is my mistress: Since he is living, let the time run on, To good, or bad. [Afide. [Cymb. and Imogen come forward. Cym. Come, ftand thou by our fide; Make thy demand aloud.-Sir, ftep you Give answer to this boy, and do it freely; forth; [To Iachimo. Winnow the truth from falfhood.-On, fpeak to him. Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may render Of whom he had this ring. Poft. What's that to him? Cym. That diamond upon your finger, fay, How came it yours? Iach. Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that Which, to be fpoke, would torture thee. Cym. How! me? [Afide. Iach. I am glad to be constrain'd to utter that which Torments me to conceal. By villainy I got this ring; 'twas Leonatus' jewel, Whom thou didst banifh; and (which more may grieve thee, As it doth me) a nobler fir ne'er liv'd 'Twixt fky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my lord? Cym. All that belongs to this. Iach, That paragon, thy daughter,— For whom my heart drops blood, and my false spirits Quail to remember,-Give me leave; I faint. Cym. My daughter! what of her? Renew thy ftrength: Quail]-Sink into dejection, droop. there's no quailing now." HENRY IV. Part I. A&t IV. S. 1. Hot. I had rather thou shouldft live while nature will, Iach. Upon a time, (unhappy was the clock For beauty that made barren the fwell'd boast Loves woman for; befides, that hook of wiving, Cym. I ftand on fire: · Come to the matter. Iach. All too foon I fhall, Unless thou wouldft grieve quickly.-This Pofthumus, (Moft like a noble lord in love, and one That had a royal lover) took his 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 defcription for feature, laming, &c.]-for fymmetry or proportion of parts, difparaging the ftatues of Venus and erect Minerva, whofe graceful attitudes were carried to fuch a pitch of perfection, as hasty, unelaborate nature feldom reaches; for mental endowments, a compound of all amiable qualities, befides the attractive bait of a fair complexion. Cym |