Page 581 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

Marry, the gods forfend!
I would not thy good deeds should from my lips
Pluck a hard sentence: prithee, valiant youth,
Deny’t again.

GUIDERIUS
I have spoke it, and I did it. [290]

CYMBELINE
He was a prince.

GUIDERIUS
A most incivil one. The wrongs he did me
Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me
With language that would make me spurn the sea,

If it could so roar to me. I cut off’s head, [295]
And am right glad he is not standing here
To tell this tale of mine.

CYMBELINE
I am sorrow for thee:
By thine own tongue thou art condemn’d, and must

Endure our law: thou’rt dead.

IMOGEN
That headless man
I thought had been my lord.

CYMBELINE
Bind the offender, [300]
And take him from our presence.

BELARIUS

Stay, sir king.
This man is better than the man he slew,
As well descended as thyself, and hath
More of thee merited than a band of Clotens