Cym. The time is troublesome, We'll flip you for a season, but our jealousy [To Pis. Does yet depend. Lord. So pleafe your Majefty, The Roman Legions, all from Gallia drawn, Cym. Now for the counfel of my Son and Queen!I am amaz'd with matter. Lord. Good my Liege, 7 Your preparation can affront no less Than what you hear of. Come more, for more you're ready; The want is, but to put thefe 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 1 Pif. I heard no letter from my master, fince I wrote him, Imogen was flain. 'Tis ftrange; Nor hear I from my miftrefs, who did promise To yield me often tidings. Neither know I, What is betid to Cloten; but remain Perplext in all. The heavens ftill muft work. Wherein I'm falfe, I'm honeft; not true, to be true. These prefent wars fhall find, I love my Country, Ev'ns to the note o' th' King, or I'll fall in them. All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd; Fortune brings in fome boats, that are not fteer'd. [Exit. Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. Guid. HE noife is round about us. TH Bel. Let us from it. Aru. What pleafure, Sir, find we in life, to lock it 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, We'll higher to the mountains, there fecure us. That which we've done,' whofe anfwer would be death Guid. This is, Sir, a doubt, In fuch a time, nothing becoming you, Nor fatisfying us. Arv. It is not likely, That when they hear the Roman horfes nigh, Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes. And ears fo cloy'd importantly as now, That they will wafte their time upon our note 9 -a Render Where we have liv'd;-] An account of our place of abode. This dialogue is a just reprefentation of the fuperfluous caution of an old man. 1 whose answer-] The retaliation of the death of Cloten would be death, &c. 2 their quarter'd fires,-] Their fires regularly difpofed. Bel. Bel. Oh, I am known Of many in the army; many years, Though Cloten then but young, you fee, not wore him From my remembrance. And, befides, the King Guid. Than be fo, Better to cease to be. Pray, Sir, to th' army; Arv. By this Sun that fhines, I'll thither; what thing is it, that I never Never beftrid a horfe fave one, that had A rider like myself who ne'er wore rowel, Nor iron on his heel? I am afham'd To look upon the holy Sun, to have Guid. By heav'ns, I'll go; If you will blefs me, Sir, and give me leave, Arv. So fay I, Amen.. Bel. No reafon I, fince of your lives you fet So flight a valuation, fhould referve My crack'd one to more care. Have with you, boys; If in your country wars you chance to die, That is my bed too, lads; and there I'll lie. 4 Lead, Lead, lead. The time feems long: their blood thinks fcorn [Afide. 'Till it fly out, and fhew them Princes born. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. A Field between the British and Roman Camps. Enter Pofthumus, with a bloody kandkerchief. EA, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I wifht, Ones, If each of you would take this course, how many Every good fervant does not all Commands; 3 bloody bandkerchief.] The bloody token of Imogen's death, which Pifanio in the foregoing act determined to fend. 4 Yea, bloody cloth, &c.] This is a foliloquy of nature, uttered when the effervefcence of a mind agitated and perturbed fpontaneOufly and inadvertently difcharges itself in words. The fpeech throughout all its tenour, if the laft conceit be excepted, feems to iffue warm from the heart. He rft condemns his own violence; then tries to disburden himself, by imputing part of the crime to Pifanio; he next fooths his mind to an artificial and momentary tranquillity, by trying to think that he has been only an inftrument of the gods for the happinefs of Imagen. He is now grown reasonable enough to determine, that having done fo much evil he will do no more; that he will not fight against the country which he has already injured; but as life is not longer fupportable, he will die in a just cause, and die with the obfcurity of a man who does not think himself worthy to be remembered. Had Had liv'd to put on this; fo had you fav'd 6 -to put on,-] Is to incite, to inftigate. -each elder worse,] For this reading all the later editors have contentedly taken, -each worse than other, without enquiries whence they have received it. Yet they know, or might know, that it has no authority, The original copy reads, -each elder worse, The laft deed is certainly not the oldeft, but Shakespeare calls the deed of an elder man an elder deed. 7 And make them dread it, to the doers' thrift.] The Divinity-schools have not furnish'd jufter obfervations on the conduct. of providence, than Posthumus gives us here in his private eflections. You Gods, fays he, act in a different manner with your different creatures ; ; i. e. others you permit to aggravate one crime with more; which enormities not only make them revered and dreaded, but turn in other kinds to their advantage. Dignity, refpect, and profit, accrue to them from crimes committed with impunity. THEOB. This emendation is followed Dr. Warburton by Hanmer. reads, I know not whether by the printer's negligence, And make them dread, to the doer's thrift. fatisThere feems to be no very factory fenfe yet offered. I read, but with hefitation, And make them deeded, to the -My Sword You fnatch fome bence for little I fheath again undeeded. faults; that's love To have them fall no more. Others, fays our poet, you permit to live on, to multiply and increase in crimes, I will try again, and read thus, -others you permit And make them dread it, to the 'doers' thrift. And make them dreaded, to the VOL. VII. To fecond ills with ills, each other worse, And make them trade it to the doer's thrift. Trade and thrift correfpond. Our authour plays with trade, as it fignifies a lucrative vocation, or a frequent practice. So fabella fays, Bb Thy fins not accidental, but a trade. But |