BELARIUS.
Is not this boy reviv’d from death?
ARVIRAGUS.
One sand another
Not more resembles that sweet rosy lad
Who died and was Fidele. What think you?
GUIDERIUS.
The same dead thing alive.
BELARIUS.
Peace, peace! see further. He eyes us not; forbear.
Creatures may be alike; were’t he, I am sure
He would have spoke to us.
GUIDERIUS.
But we see him dead.
BELARIUS.
Be silent; let’s see further.
PISANIO.
[Aside.] It is my mistress.
Since she is living, let the time run on
To good or bad.
[Cymbeline and Imogen advance.]
CYMBELINE.
Come, stand thou by our side;
Make thy demand aloud. [To Iachimo.] Sir, step you forth;
Give answer to this boy, and do it freely,
Or, by our greatness and the grace of it,
Which is our honour, bitter torture shall
Winnow the truth from falsehood. On, speak to him.
IMOGEN.
My boon is that this gentleman may render
Of whom he had this ring.