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importuned me to...

temper potions for her,

still pretending the satisfaction

of her knowledge

only in killing creatures vile,

cats and dogs.

I, dreading that her purpose

was of more danger,

did compound for her a certain stuff

which being ta'en would cease

the present power of life,

and in short time all offices of nature

should do their due function.

Have you ta'en of it?

I must have, for I was dead.

Hang there like fruit, my soul,

till the tree die.

Imogen.

Your blessing, sir.

The queen's dead.

- I'm sorry for it.

- She was naught.

Her son is gone, we know not how.

Let me end the story.

I slew him.

He did provoke me.

I cut off his head and am right glad

he is not standing here to tell the tale.

Mighty sir,

these two young gentlemen that call me

father and think they are my sons

are none of mine.

They are the issue of your loins,

my liege, the blood of your begetting.

How?

I am Belarius whom you banished.

These gentle princes,

for such and so they are,

these twenty years

have I trained up, but here...

here are your sons again,

and I must lose two of the sweetest

companions in the world.

Guiderius upon his neck had a... a mole,

a sanguine star.

This is he.

Caius Lucius.

Although the Victor,

we submit to Caesar

and to the Roman empire...

Promising to pay our wonted tribute,

from which we were dissuaded

by our wicked queen.

Pardon's the word to all.

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