Poft. Most welcome bondage! for thou art a way, I think, to liberty; yet am I better Than one that's fick o'th' gout, fince he had rather By th' fure physician, death; who is the key T'unbar thefe locks. My confcience! thou art fetter'd More than my shanks and wrifts; you good gods give me Then free for ever. Is't enough I'm forry? So children temp❜ral fathers do appease; Muft I repent? I cannot do it better than in gyves, You rather, mine being yours: and fo, great powers, And cancel those old bonds. Oh Imogen! * [He fleeps. SCENE **** Here follows a Vifion, a Mafque, and a Prophecy, which interrupt the Fable without the leaft neceffity, and unmeafurably lengthen this act. I think it plainly foifted in afterwards for meer show, and apparently not of Shakespear. Solemn mufick: Enter as in an apparition, Sicilius Leonatus, father to Pofthumus, an old man, attired like a warrior, leading in his hand an ancient matron, his wife, and mother to Pofthumus, with mufick before them. Then after other mu Ee 2 fick, SCENE IV. Cymbeline's Tent. Enter Cymbeline, Bellarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, Cym. STA Pifanio, and lords. TAND by my fide, you whom the gods have made That the poor foldier that fo richly fought, (Whose rags fham'd gilded arms, whose naked breast Stept fick, follow the two young Leonati, brothers to Pofthumus, with wounds as they died in the wars. They circle Pofthumus round as he lyes fleeping. Sici. No more thou thunder-mafter With Mars fall out, with Juno chide, that thy adulteries Rates and revenges. Hath my poor boy done ought but well, Whofe face I never faw? I dy'd, whilft in the womb he ftay'd, Whofe father, Jove! (as men report, Thou should't have been, and shielded him Moth. Lucina lent not me her aid, But took me in my throes, That from me my Pofthumus ript; Came crying 'mongst his foes, A thing of pity! Sici. Great nature, like his ancestry, Moulded the stuff so fair; That he deferv'd the praise o'th world, As great Sicilius' heir. 1 Bro. When once he was mature for man, In Britain where was he That could ftand up his parallel, Or rival object be, In eye of Imogen, that beft Could deem his dignity? Moth. With marriage therefore was he mockt To be exil'd, and thrown From Leonatus' feat, and caft From her his dearest one: Sweet Imogen! Sici. Stept before shields of proof,) cannot be found: Bel. I never faw Such noble fury in so poor a thing: Such precious deeds in one that promis'd nought But begg❜ry and poor looks. Cym. No tidings of him? Pif. He hath been search'd among the dead and living, But no trace of him. Sici. Why did you fuffer Iachimo, To taint his noble heart and brain And to become the geek and scorn 2 Bro. For this, from stiller feats we came, That ftriking in our country's cause, Fell bravely and were flain, Our fealty and Tenantius' right, With honour to maintain. 1 Bro. Like hardiment Pofthumus hath Then Jupiter, thou king of gods, Why haft thou thus adjourn'd The graces for his merits due, Being all to dolours turn'd? Sici. Thy cryftal window ope; look out; Upon a valiant race, thy harsh And potent injuries. Moth. Since, Jupiter, our fon is good, Take off his miferies. Sici. Peep through thy marble mansion, help, Or we poor ghosts will cry To th' fhining fynod of the reft, Againgft thy deity. 2 Breth. Help, Jupiter, or we appeal, And from thy juftice flie. Jupiter defcends in thunder and lightning, fitting upon an eagle; he throws a thunder-bolt. The ghosts fall on their knees. Jupit. No more you petty spirits of region low Offend our hearing; hufh! how dare you ghosts Cym. Ac Accufe the thunderer, whofe bolt, you know, No care of yours it is, you know 'tis ours. Our temple was he married: rife, and fade! And happier much by his affliction made. This tablet lay upon his breaft, wherein Our pleasure, his full fortune, doth confine, Exprefs impatience, left you ftir up mine; Sici. He came in thunder, his coeleftical breath Stoop'd, as to foot us: his afcenfion is More sweet than our bleft fields; his royal bird All. Thanks, Jupiter. Sici. The marble pavement closes, he is enter'd Let us with care perform his great beheft. [Jup. drops a tablet. [Afcends. His radiant roof: away, and to be bleft [Vanish. Poft. Sleep, thou haft been a grandfire, and begot A father to me: and thou haft created Bel. Sir, In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen: Cym. Bow your knees, Arise my knights o'th' battel, I create you Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment [Reads.] Com HEN as the lion's whelp fhall, to himself unknown, without feeking find, and be embrac'd by a piece of tender air; and when from a fiately cedar fhall be lopt branches, which being dead many years, fhall after revive, be jointed to the old flock, and freshly grow, then fhall Pofthumus end his miferies, Britain be fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty. 'Tis still a dream; or else fuch stuff as mad-men Tongue, and brain not: do either both, or nothing; Or fenfeless speaking, or a speaking fuch As fenfe cannot untie. But what it is, The action of my life is like it, which I'll keep Enter Goaler. Goal. Come, Sir, are you ready for death? Poft. Over-roafted rather: ready long ago. Goal. Hanging is the word, Sir; if you be ready for that, you are well cookt. Poft. So if I prove a good repaft to the fpectators, the difh pays the fhot. Goal. A heavy reckoning for you, Sir, but the comfort is, you fhall be called to no more payments, fear no more tavern bills, which are often the fadness of parting, as the procuring of mirth; you came in faint for want of meat, depart reeling with too much drink; forry that you have paid too much, and forry that you are paid too much; purfe and brain, both empty; the brain the heavier, for being too light; the purfe too light, being drawn of heaviness. Oh, of this contradiction you fhall now be quit: oh the charity of a penny cord, it fums up thousands in a trice; you have no true debtor, and creditor, but it; of what's paft, is, and to come, the difcharge; your neck, Sir, is pen, book, and counters; fo the acquittance follows. Poft. I am merrier to die, than thou art to live. Goal. Indeed, Sir, he that fleeps, feels not the tooth-ache: but a man that were to fleep 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 fhall go. Poft. Yes indeed do I, fellow. Goal. Your death has eyes in's head then; I have not feen him fo pictur'd: you must either be directed by fome that take upon them to know; or to take |