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Guid. Let me end his story: 'Twas I that slew him.
Cym. Marry, the gods forefend!
Guid. I have spoke it, and I did it.
Guid. A most uncivil one: the wrongs he did me
Cym. I am sorry for thee:
Bel. Stay, sir king :
[To the GUARDS. They were not born for bondage.
Cym. Why, old soldier,
Cym. How ! my issue?
saucy : Here's
Bel. So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan,
Cym. Thou weep'st, and speak'st.
Bel. This is he;
him still that natural stamp:
Cym. Bless'd may you be,
Imog. No, my lord;
you were so indeed.
When shall I hear all through !-How lived you?
you from the court? and whither ?
[GUARDS take off their Chains.
Post. I am, sir,
- That I was he, Speak, lachimo; I had you down, and might Have made
[Kneels. But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee, As then
you, Which I so often owe.
Post. Kneel not to me : The power
that I have on you is to spare you; The malice towards you, to forgive you :-Live, And deal with others better,
Cym. Nobly doom'd: We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law; Pardon's the word to all.-Laud we the gods ; And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils
From our bless'd altars !-Set we forward : Let
[Exeunt omnes.--Drums and Trumpets.