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Was as a scorpion to her sight; whose life,
Cym. O most delicate fiend!
Cor. More, sir, and worse. She did confess, she had
Cym. Heard you all this, her women ?
Cym. Mine eyes
prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all ! Enter Lucius, Iachimo, and otber Roman prisoners ; Poft.
bumus bebind, and Imogen. Thou com'st not, Caius, now for tribute ; that The Britons have raz’d out, though with the loss Of many a bold one ; whose kinsmen have made fuit, That their good souls may be appeas’d with slaughter
Of you their captives, which ourself have granted :
Luc. Consider, sir, the chance of war: the day
gone We should not, when the blood was cold, have threatend Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives May be call'd ransom, let it come: sufficeth, A Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer : Augustus lives to think on't: And so much For my peculiar care. This one thing only I will entreat; My boy, a Briton born, Let him be ransom'd: never master had A page
so kind, so duteous, diligent,
Cym. I have surely seen him ;
Imo. I humbly thank your highness.
Luc. I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad; And
yet, I know, thou wilt. feat,]-adroit, clever.
* His favour is familiar to me :) ) am well acquainted with his countenance.
Imo. No, no ; alack,
Luc. The boy disdains me,
Cym. What wouldst thou, boy?
Imo. He is a Roman; no more kin to me, Than I to your highnels; who, being born your vassal, Am something nearer.
Cym. Wherefore ey'st him so?
Imo. I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please To give me hearing.
Cym. Ay, with all my heart, And lend my best attention.
. What's thy name? Imo. Fidele, sir.
Cym. Thou art my good youth, my page ;
(Cymbeline and Imogen walk aside. Bel. Is not this boy reviv'd from death?
srv. One sand another Not more resembles: That sweet rosy lad, Who dy'd, and was Fidele-What think you?
Guid. The same dead thing alive.
Bel. Peace, peace ! see further; he eyes us not; forbear;
Guid. But we saw him dead.
[Afide. Since she is living, let the time run on, To good, or bad. (Cymb. and Imogen come forward.
Cym. Come, stand thou by our side ;
Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may render
[Aide. Cym. That diamond upon your finger, say, How came it yours?
Iech. Thou’lt torture me to leave unspoken that Which, to be spoke, would torture thee.
Cym. How! me?
lach. 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 banish; and (which more may grieve
thee, As it doth me) a nobler sir ne'er liv'd ' 'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my lord ?
Cym. All that belongs to this.
lacb, 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 strength:
Quail]-Sink into dejection, droop.
I had rather thou shouldst live while nature will,
lach. Upon a time, (unhappy was the clock
Cym. I stand on fire : Come to the matter.
lacb. All too soon I shall, Unless thou wouldīt grieve quickly. This Posthumus, (Most 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, And then a mind put in't, either our brags Were crack'd of kitchen trulls, or his description Prov'd us unspeaking sots.
m for feature, laming, &c.]—for symmetry or proportion of parts, disparaging the statues of Venus and crcct Minerva, whose graceful attitudes were carried to such a pitch of perfection, as hasty, unelabo. rate nature seldom reaches; for mental endowments, a compound of all amiable qualities, besides the attractive bait of a fair complexion.