Cap. With the next benefit o' th' wind. Makes our hopes fair. Command, our prefent numbers Be mustered; bid the captains look to't. Now, Sir, What have you dreamed, of late, of this war's purpofe? Sooth. Laft night the very gods fhewed me a vision. (I fast, and prayed for their intelligence) I faw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, winged Luc. Dream often fo, And never falfe !---Soft, ho, what trunk is here Cap. He's alive, my Lord. Luc. He'll then inftruct us of this body. Young one, Inform us of thy fortunes, for it seems They crave to be demanded: who is this, (47) who was he, That, otherwife than noble Nature did, Hath altered that good picture? This is far from being ftrictly grammatical. For the conftruction of these words is this; who has altered that good picture, otherwife than Nature altered it? But that is not the Poet's meaning. He defigned to fay, if the text be genuine, Who hath altered that good picture from what noble Nature at first made it? By the change of a fingle letter, we come at another fentiment, That, otherwise than noble Nature did,' Hath altered that good picture? what's thy interest In this fad wreck? how came it, and who is it? What art thou? Imo. I am nothing; or if not, Nothing to be, were better. This was my mafter, That here by mountaineers lyes flain: alas! Luc. 'Lack, good youth! Thou mov'ft no lefs with thy complaining, than Thy mafter in bleeding: fay his name, good friend. Imo. Richard du Champ. If I do lie, and do [Afide. No harm by it, though the Gods hear, I hope They'll pardon it. Say you, Sir? Luc. Thy name? Luc. Thou doft approve thyfelf the very fame; Thy name well fits thy faith; thy faith, thy name. Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not fay Thou shalt be fo well matered, but, be fure, No lefs beloved. The Roman Emperor's letters, Sent by a conful to me, fhould no fooner Than thine own worth, prefer thee: go with me. Inio. I'll follow, Sir. But firft, an't pleafe the Gods, which I think much ennobles the paffage, and which I have fufpected was our Author's reading;- who was he, That, otherwise than noble Nature lil, i. e. The laws of nature being against murder. But I fubmit the conjecture to judgment. I'll hide my master from the flies as deep And on it faid a century of prayers, (Such as I can), twice o'er, I'll weep and figh; And, leaving fo his fervice, follow you, So please you entertain me. Luc. Ay, good youth, And rather father thee, than mafter thee. The boy hath taught us manly duties: let us SCENE changes to Cymbeline's Palace. When fearful wars point at me! her fun gone, Pif. Sir, my life is yours, I fet it at your will; but, for my mistress, I nothing know where the remains; why gone, Nor when the purpofes return. 'Beleech your HighHold me your loyal fervant. Lord. Good my Liege, [nefs, That day that the was miffing he was here; And will no doubt be found. Cym. The time is troublefome; We'll flip you for a season, but our jealousy Lord. So pleafe your Majesty, The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn, Gym. Now for the counfel of my fon and Queen!-I am amazed with matter. Lord. Good my Liege, Your preparation can affront no lefs Than what you hear of. Come more, for more you're ready; The want is but to put these powers in motion, That long to move. We fear not Cym. I thank you; let's withdraw, And meet the time as it feeks us. What can from Italy annoy us, but We grieve at chances here.-Away.— [Exeunt. Pif. I heard no letter from my matter fince I wrote him Imogen was flain. 'Tis ftrange; Nor hear I from iny miftrefs, who did promife To yield me often tidings. Neither know I What is betid to Cloten; but remain Perplex'd in all. The Heavens ftill must work; Wherein I'm falfe I'm honeft; not true, to be true. Thefe prefent wars fhall find I love my country, Ev'n to the note o' th' King, or I'll fall in them; SCENE changes to the Foreft. Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Guid. The noife is round about us. Bel. Let us from it. Arv. What pleasure, Sir, find we in life, to lock From action and adventure? Guid. Nay, what hope Have we in hiding us? This way the Romans During their use, and flay us after. Bel. Sons, [it We'll higher to the mountains, there feeure us. Among the bands) may drive us to a render Where we have lived; and fo extort from us Guid. This is, Sir, a doubt (In fuch a time) nothing becoming you, Nor fatisfying us. Ary. It is not likely [death That when they hear the Roman horfes neigh, That they will wafte their time upon our note Bel. Oh, I am known |