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Clot. Whorson dog! I give him fatisfaction would, he had been one of my Rank. 2 Lord. To have smelt like a fool.

[afide. Clot. I am not vext more at any thing in the earth,

a pox on't! I had rather not be so noblek as I am they dare not fight with me, because of the Queen my Mother ; every Jack-flave hath his belly full of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that no body can match.

2 Lord. You are a cock and a capon too, and you crow, cock, with your comb on.

Eafide. Clot. Say'st thou ?

2 Lord. It is not fit your lordship should undertake cvery companion, that you give offence to, 5 Ciot. No, I know that ; but it is fit I should commit offence to my inferiors.

2 Lord. Ay, it is fit for your lordship only. Clot. Why, so I say. alone

i Lord. Did you hear of a stranger that's come to Court to night?

Clot. A stranger, and I not know 'on't ? 2 Lord. He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it

[afide. 1 Lord. There's an Italian come, and, 'tis thought, one of Leonatus's friends.

Clot. Leonatus! a banith'd rascal; and he's another, whatsoever he be. Who told

you i Lord. One of your lordship's pages franger?

Clot. Is it fit I went to look upon him? is there no derogation in't?

2 Lord. You cannot derogate, my Lord. Clot. Not easily, I think..

2 Lord. You are a fool granted, therefore your issues being foolish do not derogare.

[afide. Clot. Come, I'll go see this Italian : whac I have loft to day at bowls, I'll win to night of him. Come; go.

2 Lord. I'll attend your lordship. [Exit Clot. That such a crafty devil, as is his mother, Should yield the world this ass! a woman, that



Bears all down with her brain'; and this her son
Cannot take two from twenty for his heart,
And leave eighteen. - Alas, poor Princess,
Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'ft!
Betwixt a father by thy step-dame govern’d,
A mother hourly coining plots; a wooer,
(12) More hateful than the foul expulsion is
Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act
Of the divorce he'ld make. The heav'ns hold firm
The walls of thy dear Honour; keep unshak'd
That Temple thy fair Mind; that thou may'st stand
T'enjoy thy banish'd Lord, and this great Land !


SCENE changes to a magnificent Bed-chamber;

in one part of it, a large trunk. Imogen is discover'd reading in her bed, a Lady attending. Imo.

WH is there my woman, Helen? Imo. What hour is it? Lady. Almost midnight, Madam. Ime. I have read three hours then, mine eyes are

Fold down the leaf where I have left; to bed -
(12) More hatefull than the foul Expulfion is

Of thy dear Husband, than that horrid Axt
Of the divorce be'll make the Heav'ns hold firm

The Walls of thy dear bonour, &c.] What perpetual Proofs occur of thefe Editors? stupid Indolence! They cannot afford even to add, or transpose, a Stop, tho' the Sense be never so much concern’d in it. How would Cloten's Sollicitations, if I might ask these wise Gentlemen, make the Heavens keep firm Inrogen's Honour ? Would the Speaker imply, that this Wooer was so hateful, worthless, a Creature, the Heavens would purposely keep her hopelt in Contempt of him? The Author meant no such absurd Stuff

. I dare be positive, I have reform'd his Pointing, and by That retriev'd his true Şense. • This Wooer, says the Speaker, is

more hateful to her than the Banishment of her Lord; or the horrid “Attempt of making that Banishment perpetual, by his marrying her " in her Lord's Absence.” Having made this Reflexion, he lubjoins a virtuous Wish, that Heaven may preserve her Honour unblemish'd, and her to enjoy her Husband back, and her Rights in the Kingdom. VOL. VI.



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The treasure of het Honour. No more to what end?
Why should I write this down, that's rivected,
Screw'd to my mem'ry? Sh hath been reading, late,
The cale of Terèuss here the leaf's turn'd down,
Where Philomele gave up. I have enough:

To th’ trunk again, and thut the spring of it.?!,
(13) Swift, swift, you Dragons of the Night! that

May bear thc raven's eye: I lodge in fear,

Though 1: (13) Swift, fwift, you Dragons of the Night! that Dawning

May ope the Raven's Eye.] Mr. Pope has profess’d, that, in his Editions, the Various Readings are fairly put in the Margin, so that " Text CONSE Them; and those he has prefer'd into che

ex fide Codicum, upon Authority." I muft own, I can't help fufpecting a little the Veracity of this Affertion ; and I challenge him to produce any authentick Copy of Cymbeline, that gives Us this Reading :

T that Dawning May ope the Raven's Eye. From the first Folio's down to Mr. Rowe's Impression, we find it conftantly; int

that Dawning May bear the Raven's Eye. If I agreed with Mr. Pope in the Meaning of this Expression, I could help him to an Emendation, with a very minute Change of the Letters:

that Dawning May bare the Raven's Eyes .i. e. make bare, naked: And this would be a much more poetical Word

Besides, most Birds, as well as many Quadrupeds, have a Membrane for Nietation, calld welop fáa usorwhich they can at Plea sure draw over their Eyes, to defend them from too strong a Light: and when this Membrane is withdrawn, the Eye may very properly be said to be bared. But, notwithstanding all this, the old Books give us the genuine Reading; which, I'll be bold to say, Mr. Pope has rejected, because he did not understand. Why should the Dawn be said peculiarly to open the Raven's Eye? The Lark has always been counted the earliest Stirrer amongit the feather’d Kind. For the Dawn to bear the Raven's Eye, is, as Mr. Warburton ingeniously observ'd to me, a very grand and poetical Expretlion. It is a Metaphor borrow'd from Heraldry; as, again, in Much Ado about Nothing.

So that if he haue Wit enough to keep himself warn, let him bear it * for a difference between himself and his Horsé.

That the Dawn should bear the Raven's Eye, means, that It should rise, and shew That Colour. Now the Raven's Eye is remarkably grey: and grey.ey'd,i 'tis known, is the Epithet universally join'd to the Morning.

Nor has our Shakespeare forgot to allude to the Morning being grey in i ocher Pallages.

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and, do,

than ope.

Though this a heav'nly Angel, hell is here.

[Clock frikes. One, two, three: time, time!

[Goes into the trunk, the Scene closes.

1 Lord: Y

SCENE changes to another part of the Palacc, facing Imogen's Apartments, i

Enter Clóten, and Lords. getdi OUR lordship is the most patient man in

loss, the coldest that ever turn d up ace. Clot. It would make any man cold to lose.

I Lord. But not every man patient, after the noble temper of your lordship, you are most hot, and furious, when you win. Clot. Winning will put any man into courage

If I could get this foolish Imogen, I should have gold e. fough: It's almost morning, is’t not? Lidweichis

i Lord. Day, my Lord.

Clot. I would, this mufick would come: I am advised to give her mufick o' mornings; they say, it will penetrate.

Enter Musicians. Come on, tune ; if you can penetrate her with your fingering, fo; we'll try with tongue too, if none will

niti vor lui and; look, the gentle Day, Before the Wheels of Phæbus, round about Dapples the droufie Eaft with Spots of grey.. Much Ado &c. The Hunt is up; the Morn is bright and grey, 3!

Tit. Andron. 0; pardon, Sir, it dotb; and son grey Lines, IT 0:1 2375) Tha! fret the Clouds, are Mefingers of Day. T Jal. Gal. And see, the Morn, in rufset Mantle clad,

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Lich is :: The gey ey'd Morn smiles on the frowning Nigbt, a 219 22 Check ring the Eastern Clouds with Streaks of Light

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