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That we two are asunder; let that grieve him!
Some griefs are medicinable; that is one of them, (29)
For it doth phyfick love;) - of his content,
All but in that. Good wax, thy leave.- Bleft be
You bees, that make these locks of counsel! Lovers,
And men in dang’rous bonds, pray not alike.
Though forfeitures you saft in prison, yet
You clasp young Cupid's tables: good news, Gods!
[Reading. JUSTICE, and your father's wrath, should be take
me in his Dominion, could not be so cruel to me ; but you, ob the dearest of creatures, would even renew me with your eyes. Take notice, that I am in Cambria, at Milford-Haven; what your own love will out of this advise you, follow. So, he wishes you all happiness, that remains loyal to his vow, and your increasing in
Oh, for a horse with wings ! hear'st thou, Pifanio ?
He is at Milford-Haven: read and tell me
How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs
May plod it in a week, why may not I
(29) Some Griefs are medicinable, that is one of them,
For it doth phyfick Love of his Content,
All but in That.] Thus Mr. Pope has wisely pointed this Passage in his 4to Edition of our Poet: by which it is demonstrable, he did not understand it. If Grief phyficks Love of his Content, then it purges his Content away, which is by no means our Author's meaning: All the Editions have confounded the Sense by a bad Pointing : I have reform’d the whole Context; and will subjoin a short Paraphrase by way of Explanation.
Imogen, before she opens the Letter, prays, that the Contents of it
Glide thither in a day? then, true Pisanio,
Who long'st like me to see thy lord; who long'ft,
(Oh, let me bate) but not like me; yet long't,
But in a fainter kind oh, not like me
For mine's beyond, beyond - Say, and speak thick;
Love's counsellor should fill the bores of Hearing
To th' (moth’ring of the Sense--- how far it is
To this fame blefied Milford : and, by th' way,
Tell me how Wales was made so happy, as
T'inherit such a haven. But, first of all,
How may we steal from hence and for the
That we shall make in time, from our hence going
Till our return, t'excuse but first, how get hence?
Why should excuse be born, or ere-begot ?
We'll talk of that hereafter. Pr’ythee, speak,
How many score of miles may we well ride
Twixt hour and hour?
Pif. One score 'twixt sun and sun,
Madam, 's enough for you: and too much too.
Imo. Why, one that rode to’s execution, man,
Could never go so slow : I've heard of riding wagers,
Where horses have been nimbler than the sands
That run i'th' clock's behalf. But this is fool'ry.
Go bid my woman feign a sickness, fay
She'll home t'her father: and provide me, present,
A riding suit; no costlier than would fit
A Franklin's housewife.
Pif. Madam, you'd best consider.
Imo. I see before me, man, nor here, nor bere, (30)
(30) I fee before me, Man, nor here, nor here,
Nor what ensues; but have a Fog in them,
That I cannot look thro'.] Where is the Substantive, to which this Relative plural, them, can possibly have any Reference? There is None ; and the Senfe, as well as Grammar, is defective. I have ventur'd to restore, against the Authority of the printed Copies,
but have a Fog in Ken, That I cannot look thro, Imogen would say, " Don't talk of considering, Man; I neither fee
present Events, nor Consequences ; but am in a Mift of Fortune, " and resolv'd to proceed on the Project determind. In Ken, means,
Nor what ensues, but have a fog in Ken,
That I cannot look thro'. Away, I pr’ythee,
Do as I bid thee; there's no more to say ;
Accessible is none but Milford way.
SCENE changes to a Forest with a Cave,
Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.
Bel. A ,
Goodly day! not to keep house, with such
Instructs you how t'adore the heav'ns; and bows you
To morning's holy office. Gates of monarchs
Are arch'd lo high, that Giants may jet through
And keep their impious Turbands on, without
Good morrow to the Sun. Hail, thou fair heav'n!
We house i'th' rock, yet use thee not so hardly
As prouder livers do.
Guid. Hail, heaven!
Arv. Hail, heav'n!
Bel. Now for our mountain sport, up to yond hill,
Your legs are young: I'll tread these flats. Consider,
When you, above, perceive me like a crow,
That it is place which lessens and sets off;
And you may then revolve what tales I told
Of Courts, of Princes, of the tricks in war;
That service is not service, so being done,
But being so allow’d. To apprehend thus,
Draws us a profit from all things we see:
And often, to our comfort, shall we find
The sharded beetle in a safer hold,
in prospect, within Sight, before my Eyes. So, afterwards, in this Play ;
When from the Mountain-top Pisanio Mhew'd thee,
Thou waft within a Ken.
So, in zd Henry IV.
For, lo! within a Ken our Army lies, And in many other Passages.
Than is the full-wing'd eagle. Oh, this life
Is nobler than attending for a check;
Richer, than doing nothing for a bauble ;
Prouder, than rustling in unpaid-for Glk :
Such gain the cap of him, that makes them fine,
Yet keeps his book uncross’d; no life to ours.
Guid. "Out of your proof you speak; we, poor, un-
Have never wing'd from view o'th' neft ; nor know,
What air's from home. Hap’ly, this life is beft,
If quiet life is best; sweeter to you,
That have a sharper known: well corresponding
With your ftiff age; but unto us, it is
A cell of ign'rance ; travelling a-bed,
A prison, for a debtor that not dares
To ftride a limit.
Arv. What should we speak of,
When we are old as you when we shall hear
The rain and wind beat dark December ? how,
In this our pinching Cave, shall we discourse
The freezing hours away? We have seen nothing;
We're beastly; subtle as the fox for prey,
Like warlike as the wolf, for what we eat :
Our valour is to chase what flies; our cage
We make a choir, as doth the prison's bird,
And sing our bondage freely.
Bel. How you speak!
Did you but know the city's usuries,
And felt them knowingly; the art o'th? Coure,
As hard to leave, as keep; whose top to climb,
Is certain falling; or so flipp'ry, that
The fear's as bad as falling; the toil of wars
A pain, that only seems to seek out danger
I'th' name of fame and honour ; which dies i'th'
search, And hath as oft a sland'rous epitaph, As record of fair act; nay, many time, Doth ill deserve, by doing well: what's worse, Must curt’lie at the censure:- Oh, boys, this story The world may read in me : my body's mark'd
With Roman swords; and my Report was once
First with the best of note. Cymbeline lov'd me;
And when a soldier was the theam, my name
Was not far off: then was I as a tree,
Whose boughs did bend with fruit. But, in one night,
A storm, or robbery, call it what you will,
Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves ;
And left me bare to weather.
Guid. Uncertain favour !
. My fault being nothing, as I have told you oft,
But that two villains (whose false oaths prevail'd
Before my perfect honour) swore to Cymbeline,
I was confed'rate with the Romans: so,
Follow'd my banishment; and, this twenty years,
This rock and these demesnes have been my world;
Where I have liv'd at honest freedom ; pay'd
More pious debts to heaven, than in all
The fore-end of my time. But, up to th' moun.
This is not hunters' language; he, that strikes
The venison first, shall be the lord o'th' feast;
To him the other two shall minister,
And we will fear no poison, which attends
In place of greater State :
I'll meet you in the valleys. [Exeunt Guid. and Arvir.
How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature!
These boys know little, they are Sons to th' King;
Nor Cymbeline dreams, that they are alive.
They think, they're mine; tho' trained up thus mean-
thor trained up thus meanly Here in the Cave, wherein their Thoughts do bit
The Roof of Palaces. -]
Thus Mr. Pope; but the Sentence breaks off imperfectly. The old Edi-
I th' Cave, whereon the Bow their Thoughts do hit, &c.
Mr. Rowe saw,this likewise was faulty ; and therefore amended it thus :
I'th Cave, where, on the Bow, their Thoughts do hit, &c.
I think, it should be, only with the Alteration of one Letter, and the
Addition of another ;
I'th' Cave, there, on the Brow,