A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel Guid. By heavens, I'll go: If you will bless me, fir, and give me leave, SCENE I. ACT A Field, between the British and Roman Camps. wish'd 15 Takes off my manhood: I have bely'd a lady, Thou should'st be colour'd thus. You married ones, 20 As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn. That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistrefs; peace! 35 If that thy gentry, Britain, go before Guid. Arv. Stand, stand! and fight! Then enter Lucius, Iachimo, and Imogen. Luc. Away, boy, from the troops, and save For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such Iach. 'Tis their fresh supplies. Luc. It is a day turn'd strangely: Or betimes [Exeunt. I'll give no wound. to thee. Therefore, good 40 Let's reinforce, or fly. heavens, Hear patiently my purpose: P'll disrobe me Myself I'll dedicate. Let me make men know SCENE II. 50 Of his wings destitute, the army broken, Merely through fear; that the trait pass was Enter Lucius, Lachima, and the Roman Army at one 55 Some mortally, fome flightly touch'd, some falling Door; and the British Army at another; Leonatus Poftibumus following it like a poor Soldier. They march over, and go out. Then enter again in skirmish Iachimo and Pesthumus: be vanquisheth and difarmeth Lachime, and then leaves bim. Jach. The heaviness, and guilt, within my bosom damn'd i. e. to incite, to inftigate. 2 i. e. Where corruptions are, they grow with years, and the oldest finner is the greatest. You, Gods, permit fome to proceed in iniquity, and the older fuch are, the more their crime. 3 i. e, according to Mr. Steevens, to make them perfevere in the commiffion of dread4 Carle is used by our old writers in oppofition to a gentleman. Cariot is a word of the fame fignification, and occurs in our author's As You Like It. ful actions. Which Which gave advantage to an ancient foldier,- Than those for preservation cas'd, or shame 2), Like beafts, which you shun beaftly; and may fave, And yet died too? I, in mine own woe charm'd 4, 5 "Tis strange, he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds, find him: For, being now a favourer to the Roman, 15 Britons must take: For me, my ransom's death; With their own nobleness, (which could have turn'd Part, shame, part, spirit renew'd; that fome, turn'd But by example (O, a fin in war, Damn'd in the first beginners!)-'gan to look A rout, confufion thick: Forthwith, they fly 'Tis thought, the old man and his fons were angels. 2 Cap. There was a fourth man, in a filly habit, That gave the affront 7 with them. (Like fragments in hard voyages, became [ards, 30 A leg of Rome shall not return to tell [his service open 2 Cap. Lay hands on him; A dog! What crows have peck'd them here: He brags The life o' the need) having found the back-door Are now each one the flaughter-man of twenty: Lord. This was strange chance: A narrow lane! an old man, and two boys! Lord. Nay, be not angry, fir. Poft. 'Lack, to what end? Who dares not stand his foe, I'll be his friend: 40 Gaoler: after which, all go out. SCENE A Prifon. IV. Poft. Most welcome, bondage! for thou art a way, 45 I think, to liberty: Yet am I better 50 I know, he'll quickly fly my friendship too. Lord. Farewel; you are angry. [Exit. Poft. Still going? This is a lord: O noble fetter'd Than one that's fick o' the gout; since he had rather 55 Gods are more full of mercy. Must I repent? * This alludes to a rustic game called prison-bars, vulgarly prisen-base. 2 Shame for modefty. 3 i. e. terrors. 4 Alluding to the common fuperftition of charms being powerful enough to keep men unhurt in battle. It was derived from our Saxon ancestors, and so is common to us with the Germans, who are above all other people given to this fuperftition; which made Erasmus, where, in his Morica Encomium, he gives to each nation its proper characteristic, say, " Germani corporum proceritate & magiæ cognitione fibi placent." 5 Anfauer, as once in this play before, means retaliation. Silly is fimple or ruftic. 7 That is, that turned their faces to the enemy. 8 This wit of the gaoler alludes to the custom of putting a lock on a horse's leg, when he is turned to pasture. No - 2 Bro. From this, from stiller feats we came, Our parents, and us twain, That, striking in our country's cause, Fell bravely, and were flain; 5 Our fealty, and Tenantius' right, With honour to maintain. No stricter render of me, than my all 1. [Не lеерѕ. 1 Bro. Like hardiment Pofthumus hath The graces for his merits due; And potent injuries: Moth. Since, Jupiter, our fon is good, Take off his miseries. Solemn Mufick. Enter, as in an apparition, Sicilius 15 Upon a valiant race, thy harsh Sici. No more, thou thunder-master, shew With Mars fall out, with Juno chide, Rates, and revenges.. Hath my poor boy done ought but well, I dy'd, whilft in the womb he stay'd, Whose father then (as men report Thou should'st have been, and shielded him Sici. Great nature, like his ancestry, That he deferved the praise o' the world, 1 Bro. When once he was mature for man, That could stand up his parallel; Or fruitful object be In eye of Imogen, that beft Could deem his dignity? Sici. Peep through thy marble mansion; help! Or we poor ghofts will cry 2 Bro. Help, Jupiter; or we appeal, 25 Jupiter descends in thunder and lightning, fiuting upon 30 Jupit. No more, you petty spirits of region low, ghofts Accuse the thunderer, whose bolt you know, 35 Be not with mortal accidents oppreft; And happier much by his affliction made. 45 This tablet lay upon his breast; wherein Morb. With marriage wherefore was he mock'd, Stoop'd, as to foot us; his ascension is More fweet than our blest fields; his royal bird 55 As when his god is pleas'd. All. Thanks, Jupiter! Sici. The marble pavement closes, he is enter'd His radiant roof: -Away! and, to be blest Let us with care perform his great beheft. [Vanifh. 60 Poft. [waking.] Sleep, thou hast been a grand, fire, and begot A father to me and thou haft created the chief point, or principal condition of his freedom, 2 A bird is faid to prune himself when he clears his To claw their beaks, is an accustomed action with hawks A mother A mother, and two brothers: But (O scorn!) rare one! Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment [Reads.] Gaol. Your death has eyes in's head then; I have not feen him so pictur'd: you must either be directed by some 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 5 on your own peril: and how you shall speed in your journey's end, I think, you'll never return to tell one. Poft. I tell thee, fellow, there are none want 10 eyes, to direct them the way I am going, but fuch as wink, and will not use them. Gasl. What an infinite mock is this, that a man should have the best use of eyes, to fee the way of blindness! I am sure, hanging's the way 15 of winking. Enter a Messenger. Mes. Knock off his manacles; bring your prifoner to the king. Poft. Thou bring'st good news; I am call'd to be made free. " When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself un" known, without seeking find, and be embrac'd " by a piece of tender air; and when from a "stately cedar shall be lopt branches, which, be"ing dead many years, shall after revive, be joint-20 "ed to the old stock, and freshly grow; then "shall Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be "fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty." 'Tis still a dream; or else such stuff as madmen Tongue, and brain not: either both, or nothing: 25 and beget young gibbets, I never faw one fo 15 Or senseless speaking, or a speaking such Re-enter Gaolers. Gaol. Come, fir, are you ready for death? Gaol. I'll be hang'd then. Poft. Thou shalt be then freer than a gaoler; no bolts for the dead. [Exeunt Potbumus and Meffenger. Gaol. Unless a man would marry a gallows, 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; so should 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 gallowfes! I speak against my present profit; but my with hath a preferment in 't. Poft. So, if I prove a good repast to the spec-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 SCENE V. Cymbeline's Tent. [Exit. Enter Cymbeline, Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, Pifanio, and Lords. Cym. Stand by my side, you, whom the gods have made fadness of parting, as the procuring of mirth: you 40 Prefervers of my throne. Woe is my heart, come in faint for want of meat, depart reeling That the poor foldier, that fo richly fought, with too much drink; forry that you have paid Whose rags sham'd gilded arms, whose naked و too much, and forry that you are paid too much 2; purse and brain both empty: the brain the heavier, for being too light; the purse too light, be-45 ing drawn 3 of heaviness: O! of this contradiction you shall be now quit.-0, the charity of a penny cord! it fums up thousands in a trice: you have no true debitor and creditor 4 but it; of breaft what's past, is, and to come, the discharge: 50 But beggary and poor looks. Your neck, fir, is pen, book, and counters; fo tooth-ach: But a man that were to fleep your 55 The heir of his reward; which I will add Cym. To my grief I am 1 The meaning, according to Dr. Johnson, is this: " This is a dream or madness, or both-or nothing-but whether it be a speech without confciousness, 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. e. 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 emborucild, exenterated. Debitor and creditor for an accounting book. 5 That is, venture at it without thought. i. e. forward. Bel Bel. Sir, In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen : Further to boast, were neither true nor modest, Unless I add, we are honeft. Cym. Bow your knees: Arise my knights o' the battle; I create you Cor. Hail, great king! Cym. Whom worse than a physician Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life; Which, being cruel to the world, concluded Moft cruel to herself. What she confefs'd, I will report, so please you: These her women Can trip me, if I err; who, with wet cheeks, Were present when she finish'd. Cym. Pr'ythee, say. Cor. First, the confefs'd she never lov'd you; only Cym. She alone knew this: And, but she spoke it dying, I would not [love Cor. Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to With fuch integrity, she did confefs Was as a scorpion to her fight; whose life, 15 Our prifoners with the sword. But since the gods 20 For my peculiar care. This one thing only 25 So feat, so nurse-like: let his virtue join With my request, which, I'll make bold, your highnefs Cannot deny; he hath done no Briton harm, Though he have serv'd a Roman: save him, fir, 30 And spare no blood befide. Cym. I have furely feen him: 35 Live, boy: ne'er thank thy mafter; live: Ta'en off by poifon. Cym. O most delicate fiend! Who is't can read a woman? - Is there more? 49 Cur. More, fir, and worse. She did confefs, she had And yet, I know, thou wilt. For you a mortal mineral; which, being took, Should by the minute feed on life, and ling'ring, Imo. I humbly thank your highness. Imo. No, no; alack, There's other work in hand: I see a thing By inches waste you: In which time she purpos'd, 45 Bitter to me as death: your life, good master, Cym. Heard you all this, her women? Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, Cym. What would'st thou, boy? I love thee more and more; think more and more What's best to ask. Know'st him thou look'st on? speak, 55 Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? thy friend? [vallal, That thought her like her feeming; it had been 60 Imo. I'll tell you, fir, in private, if you please Cym. Wherefore ey'st him fo? |