CYMBELINE. 51

“Oh, Imogen, my love,
my life!” he eried. “Oh,
Imogen !”

Then Imogen, forgetting
she was disguised, cried out,
“Peace, my lord—here, here!”

Leonatus turned to strike
the forward page who thus
interfered in his great trouble,
and then he saw that it was
his wife, Imogen, and they fell
into each other’s arms.

The King was so glad to
see his dear daughter again,
and so grateful to the man who
had rescued him (whom he now
found to be Leonatus), that
he gave his blessing on their
marriage, and then he turned
to Bellarius, and the two boys.
Now Bellarius spoke—

“T am your old servant,
Bellarius. You accused me of
treason when I had only been
loyal to you, and to be doubted,
made me disloyal. So I stole
your two sons, and see,—they
are here!” And he brought
forward the two boys, who had sworn to be brothers to Imogen when
they thought she was a boy like themselves,

The wicked Queen was dead of some of her own poisons, and the
King, with his three children about him, lived to a happy old age.

So the wicked were punished, and the good and true lived happy
ever after. So may the wicked suffer, and honest folk prosper till the
world’s end !

 
   
  

    

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