Crм. Mine eyes Were not in fault, for fhe was beautiful; Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That it was folly in me, thou may'st say, And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all! Enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, the Soothsayer, and other Roman prifoners, guarded; POSTHUMUS bebind, and Iмo GEN. Thou com'ft not, Caius, now for tribute; that The Britons have raz'd out, though with the lofs Luc. Confider, fir, the chance of war: the day Was yours by accident; had it gone with us, We should not, when the blood was cool, have threaten'd So feat, so nurse-like: let his virtue join With my requeft, which, I'll make bold, your highness Cannot deny; he hath done no Briton harm, Though he have ferv'd a Roman: fave him, fir, And spare no blood befide. Crм. I have furely feen him; His favour is familiar to me. Boy, thou haft look'd thyself into my grace, And art mine own.-I know not why, nor wherefore, IMO. I humbly thank your highness. Luc. I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad; And yet, I know, thou wilt. Iмo. 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, Crм. What would'ft thou, boy? I love thee more and more; think more and more Than I to your highness; who, being born your vassal, Crм. Wherefore ey'ft him fo? IMO. I'll tell you, fir, in private, if you please To give me hearing. Crм. Ay, with all my heart, And lend my beft attention. What's thy name? K k iiij IMO. Fidele, fir. Crм. Thou art my good youth, my page; I'll be thy mafter: Walk with me; speak freely. [CYMBELINE and IMOGEN converfe apart. BEL. Is not this boy reviv'd from death? ARV. One fand another Not more resembles: That fweet rofy lad, Who died, and was Fidele :-What think you? GUI. 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 Since fhe is living, let the time run on, Lfide. To good, or bad. [CYMBELINE and IMOGEN come forward. Make thy demand aloud.-Sir, [to IACH.] ftep you forth; Winnow the truth from falfehood.-On, speak to him. Of whom he had this ring. POST. What's that to him? Crм. That diamond upon your finger, fay, How came it yours? IACH. Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that Which, to be spoke, would torture thee. Crм. How! me? [Afide. IACH. I am glad to be conftrain'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 fir ne'er liv'd 'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my lord? Crм. All that belongs to this. LACH. That paragon, thy daughter,— For whom my heart drops blood, and my false spirits Quail to remember,-Give me leave; I faint. Crм. My daughter! what of her? Renew thy ftrength: For beauty that made barren the fwell'd boast Loves woman for; befides, that hook of wiving, Crм. I ftand on fire : Come to the matter. IACH. All too foon I shall, Unless thou would'ft grieve quickly. This Pofthumus, (Most like a noble lord in love, and one That had a royal lover,) took his hint; And, not difpraising 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 Crм. Nay, nay, to the purpose. IACH. Your daughter's chastity-there it begins. In fuit the place of his bed, and win this ring Than I did truly find her, ftakes this ring; Remember me at Court, where I was taught your chafte daughter the wide difference 'Twixt amorous and villainous. Being thus quench'd Of hope, not longing, mine Italian brain 'Gan in your duller Britain operate By wounding his belief in her renown |