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2 Cap. There was a fourth man, in a filly habit, That gave th' affront with them.
i Cap. So 'tis reported ; But none of 'em can be found. Stand, who is there?
Post. A Roman,
2 Cap. Lay hands on him, a dog!
S CE N E III.
A Prison. Enter Posthumus, and two Goalers. 1 Goal. YOU hall not
now be ftol'n, you've locks So graze, as you find pasture. [upon you; 2 Goal. Ay, or stomach.
[Exeunt Goalers. Poft. Most welcome, bondage! for thou art a way, I think, to liberty; yet am I better Than one that's sick o'th' gout, since he had rather Groan fo in perpetuity than be cur'd By th' sure physician,' death; who is the key Tunbar these locks. My conscience ! thou art fetter'd More than my shanks and wrists ; you good Gods,give me The penitent instrument to pick that bolt Then free for ever. 'Is't enough I'm sorry? So children temp'ral fathers do appease; Gods are more full of mercy. Must I repent? I cannot do it better than in gyves Desir'd, more than constraind; to satisfie, *'I doff my freedom; 'tis the main part;
take No stricter render of me, than my all.
2 If of ...old edit. Warb. emend.
know you are more clement than vile men, Who of their broken debtors take a third, A sixth, a tenth, letting them thrive again On their abatement; that's not my desire. For Imogen's dear life, take mine, and though 'Tis not so dear, yet 'tis a life; you coin'd 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 so, great powers, If you will take this audit, take this life, And cancel those old bonds. Oh Imogen! I'll speak to thee in silence.
**** Here follows a Vision, a Masque, and a Prophecy, which
interrupt the Fable without the least necessity, and unmeasurably lengthen this Act. I think it plainly foisted in afterwards for meer foow, and apparently not of Shakespear.
Pope. ttt Solemn mufick : Enter as in an apparition, Sicilius Leonatus, father
so Posthumus, an old man, attired like a warrior, leading in his hand an ancient Matron, bis wife, and mother to Pollhumus, with mufick before them. Then after other mufick, follow the two young Leonati, brothers to Podhumus, with wounds as they died in the wars. They circle Pofthumus round as be lyes sleeping.
Sici. No more thou thunder-master
Shew thy spite, on mortal Aies :
Rates and revenges.
Whose face I never saw ?
Attending nature's law.
Thou orphans father art)
From his earth-vexing smart.
But took me in my throes,
Came crying 'mongst his focs,
Cymbeline's Tent. Enter Cymbeline, Bellarius, Guiderius, Arviragus,
Pisanio, and Lords.
Cym. Tand by my side, you whom the Gods have made
Preservers of my throne. Wo is my heart,
Sici. Great nature, like his ancestry,
Moulded the stuff so fair ;
As great Sicilius heir.
In Britain where was he
Or rival object be,
Could deem his dignity?
To be exild, and thrown
From her his dearest one ;
Slight thing of Italy,
With needless. jealousie,
O'th' other's villainy?
Our parents, and us twain,
Fell bravely and were sain,
With honour to maintain.
To Cymbeline perform'd;
Why halt thou thus adjourn'd
Being all to dolours turn'd?
That the poor foldier that so richly fought,
Sici. Thy chryftal window ope ; look out ;
No longer exercise,
And potent injuries.
Take off his miseries.
Or we poor ghosts will cry
Against thy Deity.
And from thy justice flie.
throws a thunder-bolt. The Ghots fall on their knees. Jup. No more you petty spirits of region low
Offend our hearing ; hush! how dare you ghosts Accuse the thunderer, whose bolt, you know,
Sky-planted, batters all rebelling coafts ? Poor Madows of Elysium, hence and rest
Upon your never-withering banks of Aowers. Be not with mortal accidents opprest,
No care of yours it is, you know 'tis ours. Whom best I love, I cross; to make my gift
The more delay'd, delighted. Be content, Your low-laid son our Godhead will uplift:
His comforts thrive, his tryals well are spent ; Our Jovial ftar reign'd 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 pleasure, his full fortune, doth confine,
Express impatience, lest you ftir up mine ;
Stept before shields of proof,) cannot be found :
Sici. The marble pavement closes, he is enter'd
[Reads.] Hin as the lion's whelp fall, to himself unknown, without seeking
find, and be embrac'd by a piece of tender air ; and when from a fiately cedar foall be lopt branches, which being dead many years, Mall after revive, be jointed to the old fock, and freshly grow, then shall Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be fortunate, and tourist in peace and plenty. 'Tis still a dream ; or else such stuff as mad-men Tongue, and brain not : do either both, or nothing; Or senseless speaking, or a speaking such As sense cannot untie. But what it is, The action of my life is like it, which I'll keep If but for sympathy.
Goal. Hanging is the word, Sir'; if you be ready for that, you are well cookt.
Poft. So if I prove a good repast to the spectators, the dish pays the Thot.
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 sadness of parting, as the procuring of mirth; you come in faint for want of meat, depart reeling with too much drink; sorry