Page 586 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4
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Hath to it circumstantial branches, which
Distinction should be rich in. Where? how liv’d you? [385]
And when came you to serve our Roman captive?
How parted with your brothers? how first met them?
Why fled you from the court? and whither? These,
And your three motives to the battle, with
I know not how much more, should be demanded [390]
And all the other by-dependances,
From chance to chance. But nor the time nor place
Will serve our long inter’gatories. See,
Posthumus anchors upon Imogen;
And she (like harmless lightning) throws her eye [395]
On him: her brothers, me: her master hitting
Each object with a joy: the counterchange
Is severally in all. Let’s quit this ground,
And smoke the temple with our sacrifices.
[To Belarius]
Thou art my brother; so we’ll hold thee ever. [400]
IMOGEN
You are my father too, and did relieve me,
To see this gracious season.
CYMBELINE
All o’erjoy’d,
Save these in bonds, let them be joyful too,
For they shall taste our comfort.
IMOGEN
My good master,
I will yet do you service.
LUCIUS
Happy be you! [405]
CYMBELINE
The forlorn soldier that so nobly fought,
