But to look back in frown: stand, stand!"—These 2 Lord. Were there but three ? Pisanio, There was a fourth man, in a poor rustic habit, That stood the front with them. These matchless four, Accommodated by the place, gilded pale looks; Part, shame; part, spirit renew'd; that some, turn'd coward But by example, 'gan to look The way that they did, and to grin like lions A rout, confusion thick; and the event, 2 Lord. This was strange chance.— ∙An old man, two boys, and a poor rustic! Pisanio. Nay, do not wonder:-go with me, and see These wonders, sir, and join the general joy. [Drums, Trumpets, &c.-Exeunt. SCENE V. Another Part of the Forest. Enter POSTHUMUS. Post. To-day, how many would have given their honours To have sav'd their carcasses? took heel to do't, Could not find death, where I did hear him groan; Nor feel him, where he struck.— Well, I will find him : No more a Briton, I have resum'd again [Exit. SCENE VI. CYMBELINE'S Tent. A Retreat sounded. CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRAGUS, PISANIO, and BRITISH SOLDIERS, discovered. Cym. Stand by my side, you, whom the gods have made Preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart, That the poor soldier, that so richly fought, Our grace can make him so. Bel. I never saw Such noble fury in so poor a thing. Cym. No tidings of him? Pisanio. He hath been search'd among the dead and living, But no trace of him. Cym. To my grief, I am The heir of his reward; which I will add [To BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. By whom, I grant, she lives: 'Tis now the time To ask of whence you are:-report it. Bel. Sir, In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen: Cym. Bow your knees: Arise my knights o' the battle; I create you [Drums and Trumpets. Enter Two LORDS; IACHIMO, CAIUS LUCIUS, IMO- Thou com'st not, Caius, now for tribute; that Of many a bold one; whose kinsmen have made suit, Luc. Consider, sir, the chance of war; the day We should not, when the blood was cool, have threaten'd 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: Though he hath serv'd a Roman: Save him, sir, Cym. I have surely seen him; His favour is familiar to me. Boy, thou hast look'd thyself into my grace, And art mine own. I know not why, nor wherefore, To say, live, boy: ne'er thank thy master; live: [IMOGEN looks at IACHIMO. Know'st him thou look'st on? speak, Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? thy friend? Than I to your highness; who, being born your vassal, Am something nearer. Cym. Wherefore ey'st him so? Imog. I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please To give me hearing. Cym. Ay, with all my heart: Walk with me; speak freely. [CYMBELINE and IMOGEN walk aside. Bel. Is not this boy reviv'd from death? Not more resembles :-That sweet rosy lad, Bel. Peace, peace! see further, Pisanio. [Aside.] It is my mistress: Since she is living, let the time run on, To good, or bad. CYMBELINE and IMOGEN come forward. Cym. Come, stand thou by our side; Make thy demand aloud.-Sir, step you forth; [TO IACHIMO. Give answer to this boy, and do it freely; Or, by our greatness, Bitter torture shall Winnow the truth from falsehood.-On, speak to him. Imog. My boon is, that this gentleman may render Of whom he had this ring. Post. [Aside.] What's that to him? Cym. That diamond upon your finger, say, How came it yours? Iach. Thoul't torture me to leave unspoken that Which, to be spoke, would torture thee. Cym. How! me? Iach. I am glad to be constrain'd to utter that which Torments me to conceal. By villany 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. Will you 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 strength : I had rather thou shouldst live while nature will, |