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A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel
Guid. By heavens, I'll go:
Ard. So say I; Amen.
Bel. No reason I, since of your lives you set so slight a valuation, should reserve [boys:
My crack'd one to more care. Have with you, 5 If in your country wars you chance to die,
That is my bed too, lads, and there I'll lie: Lead, lead–The time seems long; their blood thinks scorn,
Aside. |"Till it fly out, and shew them princes born.
115|Takes off my manhood: I have bely'd a lady, A Field, between the British and Romish Camps. The princess of this country, and the air on 'i
Enter Posthumus, with a blood, handkerchief Revengingly enfeebles me; Or could this carle", Post. YEA, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for 1 A very drudge of nature's, have subdu'd me,
[ones, In my profession? Knighthoods and honours, Thou should'st be colour'd thus. You marric-120 As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn. [borne If each of you would take this course, how many If that thy gentry, Britain, go before Must murder wives much better than themselves This lout, as he exceeds our lords, the odds For wrying but a little!_0, Pisanio!
is, that wescarce are men, and you are gods.(Erit. Every good servant does not all commands; The battle continues; the Britons fly; Cymbeline is No bond, but to do just ones.-Gods! if you 25 taken : then enter to his rescue, Belarius, GuiShould have ta’en vengeance on my faults, I never derius, and Arviragus. [the ground; Had liv'd to put on this: so had you
Bel. Stand, stand! We have the advantage of The noble Imogen to repent; and struck The lane is guarded: nothing routs us, but Me, wretch, more worth your vengeance. But, The villainy of our fears. alack,
[love, 30 Guid. Arv. Stand, stand! and fight! You snatch some hence for little faults; That's Enter Posthumus, and seconds the Britons. They To have them fall no more: you soine perinit
rescue Cymbeline, and Exeunt. To second ills with ills, each elder worse?;
Then enter Lucius, lachimo, and Imogen. And make them dread it', to the doers' thrift. Luc. Away, boy, from the troops, and save But linogen is your own: Do your best wills, 135 thyself; And make me blest to obey!—I am brought hither For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such Among the Italian gentry, and to fight
As war were hood-wink'd. Against my lady's kingdom : 'Tis enough
lach. 'Tis their fresh supplies. That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress; peace ! Luc. It is a day turn'd strangely: Or betimes I'll give no wound to thee. Therefore, good 10 Let's reinforce, or fly.
SCENE III. Hear patiently my purpose : I'll disrobe me
Another Part of the Field. Of these Italian weeds, and suit myself.
Enter Posthumus, and a British Lord. As does a Briton peasant : so I'll tight
Lord. Cam’st thou from where they made the Against the part I come with; so l'îl die 145 Post. I did:
[stand? For thee, O Imogen, even for whom my
life Though you, it seems, come from the fliers. Is, every breath, a death; and thus, unknown, Lord. I did. Pity'd nor hated, to the face of peril
Post. No blame be to you, sir; for all was lost, Myself I'll dedicate. Let me make men know But that the heavens fought: The king himself More valour in me than my habits show. 30 Of his wings destitute, the arıny broken, Gods, put the strength o'the Leonati in me! And but the backs of Britons seen, all flying, To shame the guise o' the world, I will begin Through a strait lane; the enemy full-hearted, The fashion, less without, and more within. [Exit. Lolling the tongue with slaughtering, having work SC EN E II.
More plentiful than tools to do't, struck down Enter Lucius, Jachimo, and the Roman Army at one 55 Some mortally, some slightly touch'd,some falling
Door; and the British Army at another; Leonatus Merely through fear; that the strait pass was
(turf; lach. The heayiness, and guilt, within my bosom Post.Close by the battle,ditch'd,andwall'dwith
I i. e, to incite, to instigate, * i:e. Where corruptions are, they grow with years, and the oldest sinner is the greatest. You, gods, permit some to proceed in iniquity; and the older such are, the more their crime. ' i.e. according to Mr. Steevens, to make them persevere in the commission of dreadful actions. * Carle is used by our old writers in opposition to a gentleman.-Carlot is a word of the same signification, and occurs in our author's As You Like It,
Which Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier,- And yet died too? I, in mine own woe charm'd', An honest one, I warrant; who deserv'd
Could not find death, where I did hear him groan; So long a breeding, as his white beard came to, Nor feel him, where he struck : Being an ugly In doing this for his country pathwart the lane,
monster, He, with two striplings (lads more like to run 5'Tis strange, he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds, The country base', than to commitsuch slaughter; Sweet words; or hath more ministers than we With faces fit for masks, or rather fairer
That draw his knives i' the war.-Well, I will Than those for preservation cas'd, or shame?),
Three thousand confident, in act as many, [three, 15 Britons must take: For me, my ransom's death;
2 Cap. There was a fourth man, in a silly habit, Damii'd in the first beginners!) --'gan to look That
gave the atfront 'with them. The way that they did, and to grin like lions i Cup. So 'tis reported;
[there? Upon the pikes o' the hunters. Then began 25 But none of them can be found.-Stand! Who's A stopi' the chaser, a retire; anon,
L'ost. A Roman; A rout, confusion thick : Forthwith, they fly Who had not now been drooping here, if seconds Chickens, thewaywhichtheystoop'deagles; sláves, Had answer'd him. The strides they victors made: And now our cow- 2 Cap. Lay hands on him ; A dog! (Like fragments in hard voyages, became [ards, 30 A leg of Rome shall not return to tell [his service The life o' the need) having tound the back-door What crows have peck'd them here: He brags open
(wound! As if he were of note: bring him to the king. Of the unguarded hearts, heavens, how they Enter Cymbeline, Belurius, Guiderius, Arviragus, Some,slain pefore; some,dying; some, their friends Pisanio, and Roman Cuplives. The Captains O’erborne i' the former wave: ten, chas'd by one, 33/ present Pos. humus to Cymbeline, who delivers Are now each one the slaughter-man of twenty: him over to a Gunler: ajter which, all go out. Those, that would die or ere resist, are grown
SCENE IV. The inortal bugs 'o' the field.
A Prison. Lord. This was strange chance ;
Enter Posthumus, and two Gaolers. A narrow lane! an old man, and two boys! 401 I Gaol. You shall not now be stolen, you have Post. Nay, do not wonder at it: You are made
locks upon you; Rather to wonder at the things you hear, So graze, as you find pasture. Than to work any. Will you rhyme upon't, 2 Gaol. Ay, or a stomach. [Exeunt Gaolers. And vent it for a mockery? Here is one:
Post. Most welcome, bondage ! for thou art a Two brys, an old man twice a boy, a lane, 451 think, to liberty : Yet am I better [way, Preserv'd the Britons, was the Romans' bane. Than one that's sick o' the gout; since he had Lord. Nay, be not angry, sir.
Groani so in perpetuity, than be cur'd (rather Post. 'Lack, to what end?
By the sure physician, death; who is the key Who dares not stand his foe, I'll be his friend : Io unbar these locks. My conscience! thou art For if he'll do, as he is made to do,
[give me I know, he'll quickly fly my friendship too. More than my shanks,and wrists: You good gods, You have put me into rhyme.
The penitent instrument, to pick that bolt, Lord. Farewell; you are angry.
[Erit. Then, free for ever! Is't enough, I am sorry? Post. Still going :- This is a lord: O noble so children temporal fathers do appease; misery!
155 Gods are more full of mercy. Must I repent? To be i’ the field, and ask, what news, of me! i cannot do it better than in gyves, To-day, how many would have given their honours Desir'd, more than constrain'd: to satisfy, To have sav'd their carcases ? took heel to do't, If of my freedom 'tis the main part, take
* This alludes to a rustic game called prison-bars, vulgarly prison-base. 2 Shame for modesty. 3 j. e. terrors. Alluding to the common superstition 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 superstition; which made Erasmus, where, in his Moriæ Encomium, he gives to each nation its proper characteristic, say,,
« Germani corporum proceritate & magia cognitione sibi placent." Anstver, as once in this play before, means retaliation. Silly is simple or rustic. That is, that turned their faces to the enemy. * 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 stricter render of me, than my all '.
2 Brö. From this, from stiller seats we came, I know you are more clement than vile men,
Our parents, and us twain,
Fell bravely, and were slain;
With honour to maintain. 'Tis not so dear, yet ’tis a life ; you coin'd it: 1 Bro, Like hardiment Posthumus hath 'Tween man and man, they weigh not everystamp;
To Cymbeline perform'd: Though light, take pieces for the figure's sake; Then, Jupiter, thou king of gods, You rather mine, being yours: And so, great 10 Why hast thou thus adjourn'd If
f you will take this audit, take this life, (powers, The graces for his merits due ; Arid cancel these cold bonds. O Imogen!
Being all to dolours turn'd? I'll speak to thec in silence. (He sleeps. Sici. Thy crystal window ope; look out:
No longer exercise, Solemn Musick. Enter ,as in an apparition, Sicilius 15 Upon a valiant race, thy harsh
Leonatus, father to Posthumus,nold man,altired And potent injuries : like a warrior; leading in his hand an ancient Moth. Since, Jupiter, our son is good, matron, his wife, and mother to Posthumus, teith Take off his miscries. musick before them. Then, after other musick, Sici. Peep through thy marble mansicn; help! follow the two young Leonati, brothers to Post-20 Or we poor ghosts will cry humus, with wounds as they died in the wars. To the shining synod of the rest, They circle Posthumus round, as he lies sleeping. Against thy deity.
2 Bro. Help, Jupiter; or we appeal, Sici. No more, thou thunder-master, shew
And from thy justice fly. Thy spite on mortal Hies:
25 Jupiter descends in thund r and lightning, sitting With Mars fall out, with Juno chide,
upon an eagle: he throws a thunder-bolt. That thy adulteries
ghosts fall on their knees. Rates, and revenges.
Jupit. No more, you petty spirits of region low, Hath iny poor boy done aught but well,
Offend our hearing; hush !-How dare you Whose face I never saw ?
ghosts I dy'd, whilst in the womb he stay'd,
Accuse the thunderer, whose bolt you know, Attending Nature's law.
Sky-planted, batters all rebelling coasts? Whose father then (as men report,
Poor shadows of Elysium, hence ; and rest Thou orphan's father art,)
Upon your never-withering banks of flowers: Thou should'st have been, and shielded him 35 Be not with mortal accidents opprest; From this earth-vexing smart.
No care of yours it is : you know, 'tis ours. Moth. Lucina lent not ine her aid,
Whom best I love, I cross; to make my gift, But took ine in my throes;
The morc delay'd, delighted. Be content; That from me was Posthunius ript,
Your low-laid son our godhead will uplift ; Came crying ʼmongst his foes,
140 His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent. A thing of pity!
Our Jovial star reign’d at his birth, and in Sici. Great nature, like his ancestry,
Our temple was he married.-Rise, and fadeMoulded the stuff so fair,
He shall be lord of lady linogen, That he deserv'd the praise o’the world,
And happier much by his ailliction made. As great Sicilius' heir.
45 This tablet lay upon his breast; wherein 1 Bro. When once he was mature for man, Our pleasure his full fortune doth contine; In Britain where was he
And so, away: no farther with your din That could stand up his parallel;
Express impatience, lest you stir up mine.Or fruitful object be
Mount,eagle,tomypalace crystalline. Ascends. In eye of Imogen, that best
150 Sici. He came in thunder; his celestial breath Could deem his dignity?
Was sulphurous to smell: the holy eagle Moth. With marriage wherefore was he mock'd, Stoop'd, as to foot us; his ascension is To be exil'd, and thrown
More sweet than our blest fields; his royal bird From Leonati' scat, and cast
Prunes ? the immortal wing, and cloys' his beak, From her bis dearest one,
35 As when his god is pleas’d. Sweet Imogen?
All. Thanks, Jupiter !
[ter'd Sici. Why did you suffer lachimo,
Sici. The marble pavement closes, he is enSlight thing of Italy,
His radiant roof:--Away! and, to be blest, To taint bis nobler heart and brain
Let us with care perform his great behest.[Vanis'. With needless jealousy ;
160 Post. [reaking. ] Sleep, thou hast been a grandAnd to become the geck and scorn
sire, and begot O'the other's villany?
|A father to me: and thou hast created * Meaning, his life, if it is the main part, the chief point, or principal condition of his freedom, i. c. of his freedom from future punishment. * A bird is said to prune himself when he clears his feathers from superfluities. 3 i. e.cluws. To claw their beaks, is an accustomed action with hawks and eagles.
to tell one,
A mother, and two brothers: But (O scorn!) Gaol. Your death has eyes in's head then; I Gone! they went hence so soon as they were born. have not seen him so pictur’d: you must either And so I am awake.-Poor wretches that depend be directed by some that take upon them to know; On greatness' favour, dream as I have done; or take upon yourself that, which I am sure you Wake, and find nothing:—But, alas, I swerve: 5 do not know; or jump the after-enquiry Many dream not to find, neither deserve, your own peril: and how you shall speed in And yet are stecp'd in favours; so am I,
your journey's end, I think, you'll never return That have this golden chance, and know not why. What fairies haunt this ground? A book? O, Post. I tell thee, fellow, there are none want rare one!
10 eyes, to direct them the way I am going, but Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment such as wink, and will not use them. Nobler than that it covers; let thy effects
Gaol. What an infinite mock is this, that a So follow, to be most unlike our courtiers, man should have the best use of eyes, to see the As good as promise.
way of blindness! I am sure, hanging's the way [Reads.]
15 of winking. “When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself un
Enter a Messenger. “ known, without seeking find, and be embrac'd
Mes. Knock off his manacles; bring your " by a piece of tender air; and when from a prisoner to the king: “ stately cedar shall be lopt branches, which, be- Post. Thou bring'st goo:) news; I am call'd to “ing dead many years, shall after revive, be joint-20 be made free. “ ed to the old stock, and freshly grow; then
Gaol. I'll be hang'a then. “shall Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be Post. Thou shalt be then freer than a gaoler; no “ fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty.” boltsfor the dead. [Excunt Posthumus & Messenger. Tis still a dream; or else such stuff as nadinen Gaol. Unless a man would marry a gallows, Tongue, and brain not: either both, or nothing: 25 and beget young gibbets, I never saw one so Or senseless speaking, or a speaking such prone °. Yet, on my conscience, there are verier As sense cannot untie'. Be what it is,
knaves desire to live, for all he be a Roman: and The action of my life is like it, which
there be some of them too, that die against their I'll keep if but for sympathy;
wills; so should I, if I were one. I would we Re-enter Gaolers.
30 were all of one mind, and one mind good; 0, Gaol. Come, sir, are you ready for death? there were desolation of gaolers, and gallowses ! Post. Over-roasted rather: ready long ago.
I speak against my present profit; but my wish Gaol. Hanging is the word, sír;
(Exit. ready for that, you are well cook'd.
SCENE V. Póst. So, if I prove a good repast to the spec-35
Cymbeline's Tent. tators, the dish pays the shot.
Enter Cymbeline, Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, Gaol. A heavy reckoning for you, sir: But the
Pisanio, and Lords. comfort is, you shall be call’dto no more payments, Cym. Stand by my side, you, whom the gods fear no more tavern bills; which are often the
have made sadness of parting, as the procuring of mirth: you 40 Preservers of my throne. Woe is iny heart, come in faint for want of meat, depart reeling That the poor soldier, that so richly fought, with too much drink; sorry that you have paid Whose rags sham'd gilded arms, whose naked too much, and sorry that you are paid too much?;
breast purse and brain both empty: the brain the hea- Stept before targe of proof, cannot be found: vier, for being too light; the purse too light, be- 45 He shall be happy that can find him, if ing drawn : of heaviness : O! of this contradic- Our grace can make him so. tion you shall be now quit.—0, the charity of a Bel. I never saw penny cord ! it sums up thousands in a trice: you
Such noble fury in so poor a thing; have no true debitor and creditor “ but it; of Such precious deeds in one that promis'd nought what's past, is, and to come, the discharge :- 50 But beggary and poor looks. Your neck, sir, is pen, book, and counters; so Cym. No tidings of him ? the acquittance follows.
Pisa. He hathbeen search'd among the dead and Post. I am merrier to die, than thou art to live. But no trace of him.
Gaol. Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the Cyn. To my grief, I am tooth-ache: But a man that were to sleep your 55 The heir of his reward; which I will add sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think, To you, the liver, heart, and brain of Britain, he would change places with his officer: for, look (To Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. you, sir, you know not which way you shall
go. By whom, I grant, she lives: 'Tis now the time Post. Yes, indeed, do I, fellow.
To ask of whence you are:
:-report it. * 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 consciousness, as in a dream, or a speech unintelligible, as in madness, be it as it is, it is like my course of life.” * i. e. sorry that you have paid too much out of your pocket, and sorry that you are paid or subdued, too much by the liquor. * Drawn is embowell'd, exenteraled. Debitor and creditor for an qaccounting book. That is, venture at it without thought. • i. e. forward.
And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all ! In Cambria are we born, and gentlenien : Enter Lucius, lachimo, and other Romanprisoners; Further to boast, were neither true nor modest,
Posthumus behind, and Imogen. Unless I add, we are honest.
Thou com’st not, Caius, now for tribute; that Cym. Bow your knees :
5 The Britons have raz'd out, though with the loss Arise my knights o' the battle ; I create you Of many a bold one; whose kinsmen have made Companions to our person, and will fit you
[ter With dignities becoming your estates.- That their good souls may be appeas'd with slaughEnier Cornelius, and Ladies.
Of you their captives, which ourself have granted: There's business in these faces :- Why so sadly 1030 think of your estate. Greet you our victory! you look like Roinans, Luc. Consider, sir, the chance of war : the day And not o' the court of Britain.
Was yours by accident: had it gone with us, Cor. Hail, great king!
We should not, when the blood was cold, have, To sour your happiness, I must report
threaten'd The queen is dead.
15 Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods Cym. Whom worse than a physician
Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives Would this report become? But I consider, May be call'd ransom, let it come : sufficeth, By medicine life may be prolong'd, yet death
A Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer: Will seize the doctor too.—How ended she? Augustus lives to think on't: And so muc
Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life ; 20 For my peculiar care. This one thing only Which, being cruel to the world, concluded I will entreat; My boy, a Briton born, Most cruel to herself. What she confess'd, Let him be ransom'd: never master had I will report, so please you: These her women A gage so kind, so duteous, diligent, Can trip me, if I err; who, with wet cheeks, so tender over his occasions, true, Were present when she finish’d,
25 So feat ', so nurse-like: let his virtue join Cyni. Pr'ythee, say.
With my request, which, I'll make bold, your Cor.First, she confess'd she never lov’dyou;only
highness Affected greatness got by you, not you :
Cannot deny; he hath done no Briton harm, Married your royalty ; was wise to your place; Though he have serv'd a Roman: save him, sir,. Abhorr'd your person.
30 And spare no blood beside. Cym. She alone knew this :
Cym. I have surely seen him:
Thou hast look'd thyself into my grace, and art Cor. Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to Mine own. I know not why, wherefore, I say, With such integrity, she did confess
35 Live, boy: ne'er thank thy master ; live: Was as a scorpion to her sight; whose life, And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt, But that her tight prevented it, she had
Fitting my bounty, and thy state, I'll give it ; Ta'en ott by poison.
Yea, though thou do demand a prisoner,
The noblest ta'en.
Luc. I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad; she had
And yet I know, thou wilt. For you a mortal mineral; which, being took, Inio. No, no; alack, Should by the minute feed on life, and ling'ring, There's another work in hand : I see a thing By inches waste you: In which time she purpos’a, 45 Bitter to me as death: your life, good master, By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, io Must shutlle for itself. O’ercome you with her shew: yes, and in time, Luc. The boy disdains me, (When she had fitted you with her craft) to work He leaves me, scorns me: Briefly die their joys, Hler son into the adoption of the crown.
That place them on the truth of girls and boys.But failing of her end by his strange absence, 50 Why stands he so perplex'd? Grew shameless-desperate; open'd, in despight Cym. What would'st thou, boy? Of heaven and men, her purposes; repented I love thee more and more; think more and more. The ills she hatch'd were not effected; so, What's best to ask. Know'st him thou look'st on? Despairing, dy'd.
speak, Cym. Heard you all this, her women ? 55 Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? thy friend ? Lady. We did, so please your highness.
In:0. He is a Roman; no more kin to me, Cym. Mine eyes
Than I to your highness; who, being born your Were not in fault, for she was beautiful ; Am something nearer.
(vassal, Nine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, Cym. Wherefore ey'st him so? That thought her like her seeming; it had been 60, Imo. I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please vicious,
To give me hearing: To have mistrusted her: yet, O my daughter! Cym. Ay, with all my heart, That it was folly in me, thou may'st say, And lend iny best attention. What's thy name?
1. e. so ready; so desteroụs in waiting.
? i, e. his countenance.