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A mother, and two brothers: But (O fcorn!)
Gal. Your death has eyes in's head then; I have not feen him fo pictur'd: you must either be directed by fome that take upon them to know; or take upon yourself that, which I am sure you 5 do not know; or jump the after-enquiry on your own peril: and how you shall speed in your journey's end, I think, you'll never return to tell one.
Peft. I tell thee, fellow, there are none want 10eyes, to direct them the way I am going, but fuch as wink, and will not use them.
Gal. What an infinite mock is this, that a man fhould have the best use of eyes, to fee the way of blindness! I am fure, hanging's the way 15 of winking. Enter a Messenger.
Mef. Knock off his manacles; bring your prifoner to the king.
Poft. Thou bring'ft good news; I am call'd to
Gaol. I'll be hang'd then.
Peft. Thou shalt be then freer than a gaoler; no bolts for the dead. [Exeunt Pofthumus and Messenger.
❝ing dead many years, shall after revive, be joint-20 be made free.
Gaol. Come, fir, are you ready for death?
Gaol. Unless a man would marry a gallows, 25 and beget young gibbets, I never faw one fo prone. Yet, on my confcience, there are verier knaves defire to live, for all he be a Roman: and there be fome of them too, that die against their wills; fo fhould I, if I were one. I would we 30 were all of one mind, and one mind good; 0, there were defolation of gaolers, and gallowses! I fpeak against my prefent profit; but my with hath a preferment in 't. [Exit.
Pesi. So, if I prove a good repast to the fpec-35 tators, the dish pays the shot.
Gaol. A heavy reckoning for you, fir: But the comfort is, you shall be call'd to no more payments, fear no more tavern bills; which are often the fadness of parting, as the procuring of mirth: you 40 come in faint for want of meat, depart reeling with too much drink; forry that you have paid too much, and forry that you are paid too much 2; purfe and brain both empty: the brain the heavier, for being too light; the purfe too light, be-45 ing drawn 3 of heaviness: O! of this contradiction you fhall be now quit.-O, the charity of a penny cord! it fums up thousands in a trice: you have no true debitor and creditor 4 but it; of what's past, is, and to come, the discharge: Your neck, fir, is pen, book, and counters; fo the acquittance follows.
Enter Cymbeline, Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus,
Cym. Stand by my fide, you, whom the gods
Prefervers of my throne. Woe is my heart,
Stept before targe of proof, cannot be found:
Bel. I never faw
Such noble fury in fo poor a thing; Such precious deeds in one that promis'd nought 50 But beggary and poor looks.
Poft. I am merrier to die, than thou art to live. Gaol. Indeed, fir, he that fleeps feels not the tooth-ach: But a man that were to fleep your 55 fleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think, he would change places with his officer: for, look you, fir, you know not which way you shall go. Peft. Yes, indeed, do I, fellow.
Cym. No tidings of him?
Pif. He hath been search'd among the dead and But no trace of him.
Cym. To my grief I am
The heir of his reward; which I will add
The meaning, according to Dr. Johnson, is this: "This is a dream or madness, or both-or nothing but whether it be a fpeech without consciousness, as in a dream, or a speech unintelligible, as in madness, be it as it is, it is like my course of life." 2 i. c. forry that you have paid too much out of your pocket, and forry that you are paid or fubdued, too much by the liquor. 3 Drawn is emborvell'd, exenterated. 4 Debitor and creditor for an accounting book. 5 That is, venture at it without thought. • i. e. forward.
In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen:
Cym. Bow your knees:
Arife my knights o' the battle; I create you
Enter Cornelius, and Ladies.
There's bufinefs in these faces :-Why fo fadly
Cor. Hail, great king!
To four your happiness, I must report
Cym. Whom worse than a physician
Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life;
Cym. Pr'ythee, say.
Cr. First, the confefs'd she never lov'd you; only
Cym. She alone knew this:
And, but the fpoke it dying, I would not
Cor. Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to
With fuch integrity, the did confefs
Was as a fcorpion to her fight; whofe life,
Ta'en off by poison.
But that her flight prevented it, she had
Cym. O most delicate fiend!
Who is't can read a woman?-Is there more?
Cor. More, fir, and worfe. She did confefs,
For you a mortal mineral; which, being took,
Heaven mend all!
And prove it in thy feeling.
Thou com'ft not, Caius, now for tribute; that
Luc. Confider, fir, the chance of war: the day
Our prifoners with the fword. But fince the gods
So feat, fo nurfe-like: let his virtue join
Cannot deny; he hath done no Briton harm, Though he have ferv'd a Roman: fave him, fir, 30 And fpare no blood befide.
Gym. I have furely feen him :
His favour 2 is familiar to me :-Boy,
Thou haft look'd thyfelf into my grace, and art Mine own. I know not why, wherefore, I say, 35 Live, boy: ne'er thank thy master; live:
By inches wafte you: In which time the purpos'd, 45 Bitter to me as death: your life, good master,
Muft fhuffle for itself.
Luc. The boy disdains me,
He leaves me, fcorns me: Briefly die their joys, That place them on the truth of girls and boys.-50 Why ftands he so perplex'd?
Imo. Fidele, fir.
Cym. Thou art my good youth, my page;
Bel. Is not this boy reviv'd from death?
Not more resembles: That fweet rofy lad,
Who dy'd, and was Fidele-What think you?
Guid. The fame dead thing alive. [forbear;
Cym. I ftand on fire:
Come to the matter.
Iach. All too foon I fhall,
Unless thou would'st grieve quickly-This Poft(Moft like a noble lord in love, and one
Bel. Peace, peace! fee further; he eyes us not; 10 That had a royal lover) took his hint;
Creatures may be alike; wer't he, I am fure
He would have spoke to us.
Guid. But we saw him dead.
And, not difpraifing whom he prais'd, (therein
His miftrefs' picture; which by his tongue being
[Afide. 15 And then a mind put in't, either our brags
Since the is living, let the time run on,
Cym. Nay, nay, to the purpose.
Iach. Your daughter's chastity-there it begins. [To Iacbimo.zoHe spake of her, as Dian had hot dreams,
Give answer to this boy, and do it freely;
Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may ren
Of whom he had this ring.
Poft. What's that to him?
And the alone were cold: Whereat, I, wretch!
In fuit the place of his bed, and win this ring
Than I did truly find her, ftakes this ring;
*Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my 40 That I return'd with fimular proof enough
To make the noble Leonatus mad,
By wounding his belief in her renown
With tokens thus, and thus; averring notes
Cym. My daughter! what of her? Renew thy 45 (O, cunning, how I got it!) nay, fome marks
I had rather thou shouldst live while nature will,
(What should I say? he was too good, to be
Of fecret on her perfon, that he could not
Peft. Ay, so thou doft,
That all the abhorred things o' the earth amend,
Of him that best could speak: for feature, laming 60 That caus'd aleffer villain than myself,
The fhrine of Venus or straight-pight Minerva,
A facrilegious thief, to do't:-the temple
To quail is to fink into dejection. 2 i. e. the ancient statues of Venus and Minerva, which exceeded, in beauty of exact proportion, any living bodies, the work of brief nature, i. c. of hafty unelaborate nature.
I left out one thing which the queen confefs'd,
Cym. What's this, Cornelius?
Cor. The queen, fir, very oft importun'd me To temper poifons for her; ftill pretending The fatisfaction of her knowledge, only In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs, Of no esteem; I, dreading that her purpose Was of more danger, did compound for her A certain ftuff, which being ta'en, would cease The prefent power of life; but, in short time, All offices of nature should again
Do their due functions.-Have you ta'en of it? Imo. Moft like I did, for I was dead.
Guid. Let me end the story:
I flew him there.
Cym. Marry, the gods forefend!
I would not thy good deeds fhould from my lips Pluck a hard fentence: pr'ythee, valiant youth, 30 Deny 't again.
Guid. I have spoke it, and I did it.
Guid. A moft uncivil one: The wrongs he did Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me 35 With language that would make me fpurn the fea, If it could fo roar to me: I cut off's head; And am right glad, he is not standing here To tell this tale of mine.
Throw me again.
Poft. Hang there like fruit, my foul,
Till the tree die!
Cym. How now, my flesh, my child?
Wilt thou not speak to me?
Arv. In that he spake too far.
But I will prove, that two of us are as good
1 i.e. Virtue herself. 2 This wild and delirious perturbation. Staggers is the horse's apoplexy. 3 Adullard in this place means a perfon ftupidly unconcerned.
Though, haply, well for you.
Guid. And our good his.
Bel. Have at it then.
It was a mark of wonder.
Bel. This is he;
Who hath upon him ftill that natural stamp:
By leave;-Thou had'st, great king, a subject, who 5 To be his evidence now.
Was call'd Belarius.
Cym. What of him? he is
A banish'd traitor.
Bel. He it is, that hath
Affum'd this age: indeed, a banish'd man;
I know not how, a traitor.
Cym. Take him hence;
The whole world shall not save him.
Bel. Not too hot :
Bel. So fure as you your father's. I, old Morgan,
Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes
Cym. Thou weep'ft and speak'ft.
Bel. Be pleas'd a while.
This gentleman, whom I call Polydore,
Moft worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius:
Cym. Guiderius had
Upon his neck a mole, a fanguine star;
Cym. O, what am I
When you were fo indeed.
Cym. Did you e'er meet?
Arv. Ay, my good lord.
Guid. And at firft meeting lov'd;
Continued fo, until we thought he died.
Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd.
When fhall I hear all through? This fierce
Hath to it circumftantial branches, which
And when came you to ferve our Roman captive? 30 How parted with your brothers? how first met them?
Why fled you from the court? and whither? Thefe,
I know not how much more, fhould be demanded; 35 And all the other by-dependancies,
From chance to chance; but nor the time, nor place
And the, like harmless lightning, throws her eye,
• Meere is very properly proposed by Mr. Tyrwhitt..
a Fierce is vehement, rapid.