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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.
Cym. Stand by my fide, you whom the Gods

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;
Such precious deeds in one that promised nought
But beggary and poor luck.

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

grant

she lives. 'Tis now the time To ask of whence you are. Report it.

Bel. Sir,
In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen:
Farther to boalt,' were neither true nor modest,
Unless I add, we're honest.

Gym. Bow your knees;
Arile my knights o'th' battle; I create you
Companions to our person, and will fit you
With dignities becoming your estates.

Enter CORNELIUS, and Ladies.
There's business in these faces : why so fadly
Greet you our victory? you look like Romans,
And not o'th' court of Britain.

Cor. Hail, great king!
To four your happiness, I must report
The Queen is dead.

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.

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Would this report become? but I consider,
By med’cine life may be prolonged, yet death
Will seize the doctor too. How ended she?

Cor. With horror, madly dying, like herself;
Who, being cruel to the world, concluded
Most cruel to herself. What the confess’d,
I will report, so please you: these her women
Can trip me, if I err; who, with wet cheeks,
Were present when the finished.

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:
And, but she spoke it dying, I would not
Believe her lips in opening it. Proceed.

Cor. Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to
With such integrity, she did confefs, [love
Was as a scorpion to her fight; whose life,
But that her Hight prevented it, she had
Ta'en off by poison.

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.

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Of Heaven and men, her purposes : repented
The ills the hatched were not effected: fo,
Despairing, died.
Cym. Heard

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all this, her women? Lady. We did, fo please your Highness.

Gym. Mine eyes
Were not in fault, for she was beantiful:
Mine ears that heard'her flattery; nor my heart,
That thought her like her seeming. It had been

vicious
To have mistrusted her. Yet, oh my daughter!
That it was folly in me, thou may'st say,
And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all !
Enter LUCIUS, TACHIMO, and other Roman Pria

Soners; LEONAT US behind, and I MOGEN.
Thou comet not, Caius, now for tribute ; that
The Britons have razed out, though with the lofs
Of many a bold one; whose aen have made fuit,
That their good fouls may be appeased with flaughter
Of you their captives, which ourself have granted.
So think of your estate.

Luc. Consider, Sir, the chance of war; the day
Was yours by accident: had it gone with us,
We should not, when the blood was cold, have

'threatened
Our prisoners with the sword.' But since the Gods
Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives
May be called ranfom, let it come. Sufficeth,
A Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer.-
Augustus lives to think on't-And so much
For my peculiar care. This one thing only
I will entreat: my boy, a Briton born,
Let him be ransomed; never master had
A page so kind, fo duteous, diligent,

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