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debtor and creditor but it; of what's past, is, and to come, the discharge; your neck, Sir, is pen, book, and counters, so the acquittance follows.
Poft. I am merrier to die, than thou art to live.
Goal. Indeed, Sir, he that sleeps, feels not the tooth-ache; but a man that were to feep your fleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, i think he would change places with his officer : for look. you, Sir, you know not which way you fall go.
Poft. Yes indeed do I, fellow.
Goal. Your death hath eyes in's head then; I* have not seen him so pictured: you must either be directed by some that take upon them to know; or to take upon yourself that, which I am sure you . do not know; or lump the after-enquiry on your own peril; and how you shall speed in your jour ney's end, I think you'll never return to tell one.
Poft. I tell thee, fellow, there are none want eyes to direct them the way I am going, but such as wink, and will not use them.
Goal. What an infinite mock is this, that a man should have the best use, of eyes, to see the way of blindness! I am sure, hanging's the way of winking:
Enter a Messenger. · Mes. Knock offhis manacles, bring your prisoner to the King
Poft. Thou bringest good news; I am called to be made free.
Goal. PIl be hanged then.
Poft. Thou shalt be then freer than a goaler; no bolts for the dead. [Exeunt Polth. and Mel.
Goal. Unless a man would marry a gallows, and beget young gibbets, I never saw one so prone, Yet, on my conicience, there are verier knaves de fire 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 were all of one mind, and one mind good; O, there were desolation of gaolers and gallowses; I speak against my present profit, (54) but my wish hath a preferment in't.
[Exit. SCENE, Cymbeline's Tent. Enter CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVI
RAGUS, PISAN10, and Lords.
have made Preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart, That the poor foldier that so richly fought, (Whole rags fhamed gilded arms, whose naked
breast Stepped before shields of proof, cannot be found: "He shall be happy that can find him, if Our grace
can make him fo. Bel. (55.) I never saw (54) I speak against my present profit, &c.] All this interme. diate scene, from the instant that Posthumus falls asleep to the exit of the goaler here, I could be as well content as Mr Pope is, should be left out. But as 'tis found in the earliest Folio edition, though it should have been an interpolation, and not of Shaki ipcare', writing, I did not think I had any authority to difcard it. I own, to me, what Jupiter says to the Phanto'ns, seems to carry the stamp of our Author; if the other parts of the masque appear inferior, I heartily with this were the only place where we have reason to complain of inequalities, either in ftyle, or the matter. (55) --I never saw Such sobie fury in to poor a thing ; Suih precious creeds in one that promised naught
But beggary ani pror looks.] But, pray, how can it be said that one whole poor looks promile beggary, Ihould.promise poor looks too? No; it was
Such noble fury in so poor a thing;
Cym. No tidings of him?
Pif. He hath been searched among the dead and But no trace of him.
[living. Gym. To my grief I am The heir of his reward; which I will add To you, the liver, heart, and brain of Britain ;
[To Bel. Guid. and Arvirag. By whom I
she lives. 'Tis now the time To ask of whence you are. Report it.
Gym. Bow your knees;
Enter CORNELIUS, and Ladies.
Cor. Hail, great king!
Gym. Whom worse than a physician not the poor look that was promised; that was viâble. We must read with certainty;
But beggary and poor luck. This sets the matter entirely right, and makes Belarius speak sense and to the purpose. For there was the extraordinary thing; he promised nothiog but poor luck, and yet performcd-luch wonders.
Would this report become? but I consider,
Cor. With horror, madly dying, like herself;
Cym. Prythee, say.
Gor. First, fhé confefs'd she never loved you: Affected greatness got by you, not you: [only Married your royalty, was wife to your place; Abhorred your person.
Cym. She alone knew this:
Cor. Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to
Gym. O most delicate fiend ! Who is't can read woman? is there more? Cor. More, Sir, and worse. She did confess
she had For you a mortal mineral; which being took, Should by the minute feed on life, and lingering By inches waste you. In which time the purposed By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to O’ercome you with her shew; yes, and in time (When she had fitted you with her craft) to work Her son into th' adoption of the crown: But failing of her end by his strange absence, Grew shameless, desperate; opened, in despight VOL. X.
Of Heaven and men, her purposes : repented
all this, her women? Lady. We did, fo please your Highness.
Gym. Mine eyes
Soners; LEONAT US behind, and I MOGEN.
Luc. Consider, Sir, the chance of war; the day