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This is he,
Who hath upon him still that natural stamp:
It was wise Nature’s end, in the donation
To be his evidence now.

CYMBELINE
O, what am I?

A mother to the birth of three? Ne’er mother [370]
Rejoic’d deliverance more. Blest pray you be,
That, after this strange starting from our orbs,

You may reign in them now! O Imogen,
Thou hast lost by this a kingdom.

IMOGEN
No, my lord;
I have got two worlds by’t. O my gentle brothers, [375]
Have we thus met? O, never say hereafter

But I am truest speaker. You call’d me brother,
When I was but your sister: I you brothers,
When ye were so indeed.

CYMBELINE
Did you e’er meet?

ARVIRAGUS
Ay, my good lord.

GUIDERIUS

And at first meeting lov’d, [380]
Continu’d so, until we thought he died.

CORNELIUS
By the queen’s dram she swallow’d.

CYMBELINE
O rare instinct!
When shall I hear all through? This fierce abridgement