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.
POSTHUMUS.
[Aside.] What’s that to him?
CYMBELINE.
That diamond upon your finger, say
How came it yours?
IACHIMO.
Thou’lt torture me to leave unspoken that
Which to be spoke would torture thee.
CYMBELINE.
How? me?
IACHIMO.
I am glad to be constrain’d to utter that
Which torments me to conceal. By villainy
I got this ring; ’twas Leonatus’ jewel,
Whom thou didst banish; and—which more may grieve thee,
As it doth me—a nobler sir ne’er liv’d
’Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my lord?
CYMBELINE.
All that belongs to this.