That he quit being, and his gentle lady,
Big of this gentleman our theme, deceased
was born. The king he takes the babe
To his protection, calls him Posthumus Leonatus,
Breeds him and
makes him of his bed-chamber,
Puts to him all the learnings that his time
Could make him the receiver
of; which he took,
As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd,
And in's spring became a harvest, lived in court
rare it is to domost praised, most loved,
A sample to the youngest, to the more mature
A glass that feated
them, and to the graver
A child that guided dotards; to his mistress,
For whom he now is banish'd, her own
Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue;
By her election may be truly read
What kind of man
I honour him
Even out of your report. But, pray you, tell me,
Is she sole child to the king?
His only child.
He had two sons: if this be worth your hearing,
Mark it: the eldest of them at three years
I' the swathing-clothes the other, from their nursery
Were stol'n, and to this hour no guess in knowledge
way they went.
How long is this ago?
Some twenty years.
That a king's children should be so convey'd,
So slackly guarded, and the search so slow,
That could not
Howsoe'er 'tis strange,
Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at,
Yet is it true, sir.
I do well believe you.
We must forbear: here comes the gentleman,
The queen, and princess.
Enter the QUEEN, POSTHUMUS LEONATUS, and IMOGEN
No, be assured you shall not find me, daughter,
After the slander of most stepmothers,
you: you're my prisoner, but
Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys
That lock up your restraint. For you,
So soon as I can win the offended king,
I will be known your advocate: marry, yet
The fire of
rage is in him, and 'twere good
You lean'd unto his sentence with what patience
Your wisdom may inform
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