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SCENE IX.

Leonatus and Imogen enter and kneel to Cymbeline.
Cymb.
My child, my Imogen!—It is too much—
My son, my injured Leonatus too!—
Rise, rise—I cannot speak—this flood of blessings!—
Enter my bosom, both.—

[Embracing.
Priest.
See, my Leontius,
Behold your glorious son!

Bell.
Heavens!—I do think,
The very same—Soft, Adelaide—and note
If he takes knowledge of me.

Leon.
What, my host,
My holy father here! O, valiant sire,
We have had a change, to which Omnipotence
Was deem'd unequal—There you see the Heaven,
Whose loss I mourn'd!—had but your Adelaide,
Been added to the blessing!

Bell.
Art thou, then,
That god, to whom we have been paying vows
For victory? My son, my child, indeed—
My heart foreknew thee mine!—There stands our Adelaide,
Even thine exulting mother.

Leon.
O, my father!

[Both kneel.
Imog.
Here, too, my duty bids me bend.

Bell.
Great power!
Grant them, with equal transport, thus to bless
The children of their children!

An Officer enters.
Offic.
My liege, Rome's great proconsul, making head
To favour his retreating legions, was
Beset and taken prisoner.

Cymb.
Bring him to us—
We owe him many honours.