Page 567 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4
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[Exit.]
Scene V IT
Enter Cymbeline, Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, Pisanio, Lords, Officers,
and Attendants.
CYMBELINE
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,
Whose rags sham’d gilded arms, whose naked breast
Stepp’d before targes of proof, cannot be found: [5]
He shall be happy that can find him, if
Our grace can make him so.
BELARIUS
I never saw
Such noble fury in so poor a thing;
Such precious deeds in one that promised nought
But beggary and poor looks.
CYMBELINE
No tidings of him? [10]
PISANIO
He hath been search’d among the dead and living;
But no trace of him.
CYMBELINE
To my grief, I am
The heir of his reward, [to Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus] which I will
add
To you, the liver, heart, and brain of Britain,
By whom (I grant) she lives. ’Tis now the time [15]
To ask of whence you are. Report it.
