Imatges de pàgina


I d'off my freedom; 'tis the main part; take -
No stricter render of me than my all.
I know you are more clement than vise men,
Who of their broken debtors take a third,
A fixth, a tenth, letting them thrive again •
On their abatement; that's


defire. For Imogen’s dear life, take mine; and though 'Tis not so dear, yet ’tis a life; you coi it. 'Tween man and man, they weigh not every stamp; Though light, take pieces for the figure's fake; You rather, mine being yours; and fo, great powers, If you

will take this audit, take this life; And cancel those old bonds. Oh, Imogen !! I'll speak to thee in filence.

[sleepso Salemin Music: Entør. as in an Apparition, SICILIUS

LEONATUS, Father to Posthumus, an old Man, attired like a Warrior ; leading in his hand am. ancient Matron, his Wife, and mother to Pofthu. mus, with Music before them. Then, after other Music, follow the two young LEONAT), brothers ios Potthumus, with wounds as they died in the Warss They circle Posthumus round, as he lyes feeping, Sici. No more, tliou thunder-master, shew.

Thy spite on mortal fies:
With Mars fall out, with Juno chide, ,

That thy adulteries
Rates and revenges.-----
Hath my poor boy done aught but well,',

Whöfe face I never saw ?
I died, whilst in the womb he staid,

Attending Nature's law.

elegance. i. 6. To give all the fatisfaction I am able to your offended godheads, I volunrasily divest mytelf of my freedom; 'tis the only thing i have worth offering by way of : atonement, take no fricter render of me than my ail:

Mr Warburtons

Whose father, Jove! (as men report

Thou orphans' father art;)
Thou shouldest have been, and shielded him

From his earth vexing smart.
Moth. Łucina lent not me her aid,

But took me in my throes,
That from me my Posthumus ript,

Came crying 'mongst his foes,
A thing of pity
Sici. Great Nature, like his ancestry,

Moulded the stuff fo fair,
That he deserved the praise oth world,

As great Sicilius' heir.
i Bx0. When once he was mature for man,

In Britain where was he
That could stand up his parallel,

Or rival object be,
In eye of Imogen, that belt

Could deem his dignity?
Moth. With marriage therefore was he mock'd,

To be exiled, and thrown
From Leonatus' feat, and cast

From her his dearest one?
Street Imogen!
Sici. Why did you suffer Iachimo,

Slight thing of Italy,
To taint his noble heart and brain

With needless jealousy;
And to become the geek and scorn

O'th'other's villainy?
2 Bro. For this, from stiller seats we came,

Our parents, and us twain, That, striking in his country's cause,

Fell bravely, and were flain; Our fealty, and Tenantius' right,

With honour to maintain.

-] Bro. Like hardiment Posthumus hath

TQ Cymbeline performed; Then, Jupiter, thou King of Gods,

Why hast thou thus adjourned
The graces for his merits due,

Being all to dolour turned?
Sici. Thy crystal window ope; look out;

No longer exercise,
Upon a valiant race, thy harsh

And potent injuries.
Moth. Since, Jupiter, our son is good,

Take off his miseries.
Sici. Peep through thy marble mansion, help!

Or we poor ghosts will cry To the thining fynod of the rest,

Against thy deity. 2 Bro. Help, Jupiter, or we appeal,

And from thy justice fly. JUPITER defcends in thunder and lightning, fitting

upon an Eagle; be throws a thunder-bolt. The

Ghosts. fall on their knees. Jupit. No more, you petty spirits of region low,

Offend our hearing; huch!-how dare you, ghosts, Accuse the Thunderer, whose bolt you

Sky-planted, batters all rebelling coasts?
Poor shadows of Elyfium, hence and rest

Upon your never-withering banks of Aowers,
Be not with mortal accidents oppreft,
No care of yours

it is:

: you know, 'tis ours. Whom best I love, I cross; to make my gift,

The more delayed, delighted. Be content, Your low-laid fon our god-head will uplift:

His comforts thrive, his trials well afe fpent; Our Jovial star reigned at his birth, and in

Our temple was he married: rise, and fade!



He shall be Lord of Lady Imogen,

And happier much by his affliction made. This tablet lay upon his breast, wherein

[Jupiter drops a Tablet. Our pleafure his full fortune doth confine; And so, away ;

no farther with your din Express impatience, lest you stir up, mine; Mount, Eagle, to my palace crystalline. [Afcends.

Sici. He came in thunder, his cæleftial breath Was sulphurous to smell; the holy eagle Stooped, as to foot us; his afcenfion is More fweet than our blessed fields; his royal bird Prunes the immortal wing, and cloys his beak, As when his God is pleased.

All. Thanks, Jupiter !

Sici. The marble pavement clofes, he is entered His radiant roof: away, and to be blessed Let us with care perform his great behest. [l'anish. Poft. waking.] Sleep, thou hast been a grandfire;

and begot A father to me: and thou hast created A mother and two brothers. But oh; fcorn! Gone---they went hence so soon as they were born; And so I am awake :---Poor wretches, that depend On Greatness' favour, dream as I have done; Wake, and find nothing.– But alas, I swerve: Many dream not to find, neither deserve ; And yet are steeped in favours; fo am I That have this golden chance, and know not why: What fairies haunt this ground? a book! oh, rare

one !

Be not, as in our fangled world, a garment.
Nobler than that it covers. Let thy effects
So follow, to be most unlike our courtiersz
As good as promise.

[Reads. ] 4 When as the Lion's whep Mall, to himself « unknown, without seeking find, and be embraced " by a piece of tender air; and when from a state“ ly cedar shall be lopped off branches, which, be« ing dead many years, shall after revive, be joint".ed to the old stock, and freshly grow, then thall 6 Pofthumus end his miseries, Britain be fortunate,. us and flourish in peace and plenty.” Tis still a dream; or else such stuff as madmen Tongue, and brain not:(do either.both, or nothing-) Or lenfelets speaking, or a speaking such As feuse cannot untie. But what it is, The action of my life is like it, which I'll keep If but for fympatlıy.

Enter Goaler.
Goal. Come, Sir, are you ready for death?
Poft. Over-roasted rather: ready long ago.

Goal. Hanging is the word, Sir; if you be ready for that, you are well cooked.

Poft. So if it prove a good repast to the specta-, tors, the dish pays the shot.

Goal. A heavy reckoning for you, Sir; but the comfort is, you shall be called to no more payments, fear no more tavern bills, which are often the fad.. ness of parting, as the procuring of mirth; you come in faint for want of meat, depart reeling with too much drink; furry that you have paid too much, and sorry that you are paid too much; purse and brain both einpty; the brain the heavier for being too light; the purse too light, being drawn of heaviness. Oh, of this contradiction you shall now be quit! Oh, the charity of a penny cord, it lums up thousands in a trice; you have no true

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