IMOGEN.
That headless man
I thought had been my lord.
CYMBELINE.
Bind the offender,
And take him from our presence.
BELARIUS.
Stay, sir King.
This man is better than the man he slew,
As well descended as thyself, and hath
More of thee merited than a band of Clotens
Had ever scar for. [To the guard.] Let his arms alone;
They were not born for bondage.
CYMBELINE.
Why, old soldier,
Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for
By tasting of our wrath? How of descent
As good as we?
ARVIRAGUS.
In that he spake too far.
CYMBELINE.
And thou shalt die for’t.
BELARIUS.
We will die all three;
But I will prove that two on’s are as good
As I have given out him. My sons, I must
For mine own part unfold a dangerous speech,
Though haply well for you.
ARVIRAGUS.
Your danger’s ours.
GUIDERIUS.
And our good his.
BELARIUS.
Have at it then by leave!
Thou hadst, great King, a subject who
Was call’d Belarius.