Imo. Fidele, sir. Cym. Thou art my good youth, my page; Bel. Is not this boy reviv'd from death? - Guid. But we saw himn dead. Unless thou would'st grieve quickly-This Post- 10 That had a royal lover) took his hint; His mistress' picture; which by his tongue being [Aside. 15 And then a mind put in't, either our brags Since she is living, let the time run on, Give answer to this boy, and do it freely; [der Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may renOf whom he had this ring. Post. What's that to him? [Aside. Cym. That diamond upon your finger, say, How came it yours? Iach. Thou 'It torture me to leave unspoken that Which, to be spoke, would torture thee. Cym. How! ine? [which Iach. I am glad to be constrain'd to utter that Torments me to conceal. By villainy I got this ring; 'twas Leonatus' jewel, 25 Cym. Nay, nay, to the purpose. Tach. Your daughter's chastity-there it begins. In suit the place of his bed, and win this ring Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring; 30 Of Phoebus' wheel; and might so safely, had it As it doth me) a nobler sir ne'er liv'd [my lord Iach. That paragon, thy daughter,- [spirits I had rather thou should'st live while nature will, (What should I say? he was too good, to be 50 Post. Ay, so thou dost, [Coming forward. That's due to all the villains past, in being, That all the abhorred things o' the earth amend, Of him that best could speak: for feature, laming 60 That caus'd a lesser villain than myself, The shrine of Venus or straight-pight Minerva, A sacrilegious thief, to do't:-the temple To quail is to sink into dejection. 2 i. e. the ancient statues of Venus and Minerva, which ex ceeded, in beauty of exact proportion, any living bodies, the work of brief nature, i, e. of hasty unelaborate nature. Of Of virtue was she; yea, and she herself 1. Imo. Peace, my lord; hear, hear Post. Shall's have a play of this? thou scornful page, There lie thy part. [Striking her, she falls. Pisan. O, gentlemen, help Mine, and your mistress,-Omy lord Posthumus! Cym. Does the world go round? Post. How come these staggers 2 on me? Cym. If this be so, the gods do mean to strike me To death with mortal joy. Pisan. How fares my mistress? Imo. O, get thee from my sight; Thou gav'st me poison: dangerous fellow, hence! Cym. The tune of Imogen! [me, if 25 Pisan. Lady,the gods throw stones of sulphur on Imo. It poison'd me. Cor. O gods! I left out one thing which the queen confess'd, Which must approve thee honest: If Pisanio Have, said she, given his mistress that confection As I would serve a rat. Cym. What's this, Cornelius? Cor. The queen, sir, very oft importun'd me Do their due functions.-Have you ta'en of it? There was our error. Guid. This is sure Fidele. [you? Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady from Think that you are upon a rock; and now Throw me again. Post. Hang there like fruit, my soul, "Till the tree die! Cym. How now, my flesh, my child? What, mak'st thou me a dullard 3 in this act? Wilt thou not speak to me? Imo. Your blessing, sir. Guid. Let me end the story: I slew him there. Cym. Marry, the gods forefend! I would not thy good deeds should from my lips Pluck a hard sentence: pr'ythee, valiant youth, 30 Deny 't again. Guid. I have spoke it, and I did it. Cym. He was a prince. [me Guid. A most uncivil one: The wrongs he did Cym. I am sorry for thee: [must 40 By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and Endure our law: Thou art dead. Imo. That headless man I thought had been my lord. 45 And take him from our presence. Bel. Stay, sir king: This man is better than the man he slew, They were not born for bondage. Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for, Arv. In that he spake too far. [Kneeling. 60 But I will prove, that two of us are as good Bel. Though you did love this youth, I blame you not; 1i. e. Virtue herself. 2. This wild and delicious perturbation.-Staggers is the horse's apoplexy. ? A dullard in this place means a person stupidly unconcerned. Though! Cym. How! my issue! 1 A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother [thers, I have got two worlds by 't.-O my gentle bro- 15 But I am truest speaker: you call'd me brother, 201 35 Bel. Sosure as you your father's. I, old Morgan, Cym. Thou weep'st and speak'st. Cym. Did you e'er meet? Arv. Ay, my good lord. Guid. And at first meeting lov'd; When shall I hear all through? This fierce 2 Hath to it circumstantial branches, which And when came you to serve our Roman captive? them? Why fled you from the court? and whither? These, know not how much more, should be demanded; And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye, 145 Unlike than this thou tell'st: I lost my children; 50 A pair of worthier sons. Bel. Be pleas'd a while. Your younger princely son; he, sir, was lap'd Cym. Guiderius had Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star; Cym. All o'er-joy'd, Save these in bonds: let them be joyful too, Imo. My good master, I will yet do you service. Luc. Happy be you! Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought, 55 He would have well becom❜d this place, and grac'd The thankings of a king. Post. I am, sir, The soldier that did company these three In poor beseeming; 'twas a fitment for 60 The purpose I then follow'd:-That I was he, Speak, Tachimo; I had you down, and might Have made you finish, ! Meere is very properly proposed by Mr. Tyrwhitt Fierce is vehement, rapid. 5 To pay our wonted tribute, from the which Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune 20 Cym. Laud we the gods; And let our crooked smokes climb totheir nostrils Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts.Set on there :-Never was a war did cease, 25 Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace. [Exeunt omnes. 30 a stately cedar shall be lopt branches, which, 35 "being dead many years, shall after revive, be joined to the old stock, and freshly grow; then "shall Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be "fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty." Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp; The fit and apt construction of thy name, Being Leo-natus, doth import so much; The piece of tender air thy virtuous daughter, [To Cymbeline. Which we call mollis aer; and mollis aer Unknown to you, unsought, were clip'd about, Cym. This hath some seeming. Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, Personates thee: and thy lopt branches point, Thy two sons forth: who, by Belarius stolen, 40 145 50 For many years thought dead, are now reviv'd, 55 Cym. Well. My peace we will begin :-And, Caius Lucius, Although the victor, we submit to Cæsar, And to the Roman empire, promising 1 60 1 Sprightly shews are ghostly appearances; but should be read spritely shews. ! A collection is a corollary, a consequence deduced from premises. Knights attending on the King, Officers, Messengers, Soldiers, and Attendants. Enter Kent, Gloster, and Edmund. Kent.T THOUGHT, the king had more affected 5 I the duke of Albany, than Cornwall. Glo. It did always seem so to us: but now, in the division of the kingdom, it appears not which of the dukes he values most; for equalities are so weighed, that curiosity' in neither can make 10 choice of either's moiety. Kent. Is not this your son, my lord? Glo. His breeding, sir, hath been at iny charge: I have so often blush'd to acknowledge him, that now I am braz'd to 't. Kent. I cannot conceive you. Glo. Sir, this young fellow's mother could: whereupon she grew round-womb'd; and had, indeed, sir, à son for her cradle, ere she had a husband for her bed. Do you smell a fault? Kent. I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of it being so proper. 15 Do you know this noble gentleman, Edinund? Edm. No, my lord. Glo. My lord of Kent. Remember him here after as my honourable friend. Edm. My services to your lordship. [ter. Kent. I must love you, and sue to know you betEdm. Sir, I shall study deserving. Glo. He hath been out nine years, and away he shall again:-The king is coming. [Trumpets sound within. Enter Lear, Cornwall, Albany, Goneril, Regan, Cordelia, and Attendants. Lear. Attend the lords of France and Burgundy, Gloster. Glo.Ishall, myliege. [ExeuntGloster and Edmund. Lear. Mean time we shall express our darker › purpose. The map there.-Know, that we have divided Glo. But I have, sir, a son by order of law, some years elder than this, who is yet no dearer in my account, though this kuave came somewhat 25 saucily into the world before he was sent for: yet was his mother fair; there was good sport at his making, and the whoreson must be acknowledged. Curiosity is scrupulousness, or captiousness. 2 The strict sense of the word moiety is half, one of two equal parts: but Shakspeare commonly uses it for any part or division. 3 Darker, for anore secret; not for indirect, oblique. * Constant is firm, deisrmined. 30 Great |