Page 587 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

He would have well becom’d this place, and grac’d
The thankings of a king.

POSTHUMUS
I am, sir,
The soldier that did company these three
In poor beseeming: ’twas a fitment for [410]

The purpose I then follow’d. That I was he,
Speak, Iachimo: I had you down, and might
Have made you finish.

IACHIMO
[kneels]

I am down again:
But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee,
As then your force did. Take that life, beseech you, [415]
Which I so often owe: but your ring first,

And here the bracelet of the truest princess
That ever swore her faith.

POSTHUMUS
Kneel not to me:
The power that I have on you, is to spare you:

The malice towards you, to forgive you. Live [420]
And deal with others better.

CYMBELINE
Nobly doom’d!
We’ll learn our freeness of a son-in-law:
Pardon’s the word to all.

ARVIRAGUS
You holp us, sir,

As you did mean indeed to be our brother;
Joy’d are we that you are. [425]

POSTHUMUS