Page 504 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

In place of greater state. I’ll meet you in the valleys.
[Exeunt Guiderius and Arviragus.]
How hard it is to hide the sparks of Nature!
These boys know little they are sons to th’ king, [80]

Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive.
They think they are mine, and though train’d up thus meanly,
I’ th’ cave wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit
The roofs of palaces, and Nature prompts them

In simple and low things to prince it, much [85]
Beyond the trick of others. This Polydore,
The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, who
The king his father call’d Guiderius, − Jove!

When on my three-foot stool I sit, and tell
The warlike feats I have done, his spirits fly out [90]
Into my story: say ‘Thus mine enemy fell,
And thus I set my foot on’s neck’, even then

The princely blood flows in his cheek, he sweats,
Strains his young nerves, and puts himself in posture
That acts my words. The younger brother, Cadwal, [95]
Once Arviragus, in as like a figure

Strikes life into my speech, and shows much more
His own conceiving. Hark, the game is rous’d!
O Cymbeline, heaven and my conscience knows
Thou didst unjustly banish me: whereon, [100]

At three and two years old, I stole these babes,
Thinking to bar thee of succession as
Thou refts me of my lands. Euriphile,
Thou wast their nurse, they took thee for their mother,

And every day do honour to her grave: [105]
Myself, Belarius, that am Morgan call’d,
They take for natural father. The game is up.
[Exit.]

Scene IV IT

Enter Pisanio and Imogen.

IMOGEN