Pifanio might have kill'd thee at the heart, Cloten Have laid this woe here. Oh, 'tis pregnant, pregnant! Murd'rous to th' fenfes that confirms it home: Enter Lucius, Captains, and a Soothsayer. Cap. To them, the legions garrifon'd in Gallia, After your will, have crofs'd the fea, attending You here at Milford-Haven, with your hips: They are in readiness. Luc. But what from Rome? Cap. The Senate hath ftirr'd up the Confiners, And Gentlemen of Italy, moft willing fpirits, That promife noble fervice: and they come Under the conduct of bold Iachimo, Shenna's Brother. Luc. When expect you them? Cap. With the next benefit o'th' wind. Makes our hopes fair. Command, our prefent numbers I faw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd Success to th' Roman Hoft. Luc. Dream often so, And never falfe! Soft, ho, what Trunk is here Or dead, or fleeping on him? but dead, rather: With the defunct, or fleep upon the dead. Cap. He's alive, my lord. Luc. He'll then inftruct us of this body. Young one, Inform us of thy fortunes, for, it feems, They crave to be demanded: who is this, Thou mak'ft thy bloody pillow? (47) who was he, Hath alter'd that good picture? what's thy intereft Imo. I am nothing; or if not, Nothing to be, were better. This was my mafter, That here by mountaineers lyes flain: alas ! Luc. 'Lack, good youth! Thou mov'ft no lefs with thy complaining, than (47) who was He, That, other wife than noble Nature did, Hath alter'd that good Picture?] This is far from being strictly grammatical. For the Conftruction of these Words is this; who has alter'd that good Picture, otherwife than Nature alter'd it? But That is not the Poet's Meaning. He defign'd to fay, if the Text be genuine; he hath alter'd that good Picture from what noble Nature at firft made it? By the Change of a fingle Letter, we come at another Sentiment, which, I think, much ennobles the Paffage; and, which, I have fufpected, was our Author's Reading. who was He, That, otherwife than noble Nature bid, i. e. The Laws of Nature being against Murther. But I fubmit the Con Luc. 1 Luc. Thy name? Imo. Fidele, Sir. Luc. Thou doft approve thy felf the very fame; Thy name well fits thy faith; thy faith, thy name: Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not fay Thou thalt be so well master'd, but, be sure, No lefs belov'd. The Roman Emperor's letters, Sent by a Conful to me, fhould no fooner, Than thine own worth, prefer thee: go with me. Imo. I'll follow, Sir. But firft, an't please the Gods; I'll hide my mafter from the flies as deep As thefe poor pickaxes can dig: and when With wild wood-leaves and weeds I ha' ftrew'd his Grave, And on it faid a century of pray'rs, (Such as I can,) twice o'er, I'll weep and figh And, leaving fo his fervice, follow you, So please you entertain me. Luc. Ay, good youth, And rather father thee, than master thee. The boy hath taught us manly duties: let us Enter Cymbeline, Lords, and Pifanio. Cym. A Gain; and bring me word, how 'tis with her; A fever with the absence of her fon; Madness, of which her life's in danger; heav'ns ! When When fearful wars point at me! her fon gone, Pif. Sir, my life is yours, I fet it at your will: but for my mistress, I nothing know where the remains; why, gone; Nor when the purposes Return. Befeech your Highnefs, Hold me your loyal fervant. Lord. Good my liege, The day that he was miffing, he was here; Cym. The time is troublesome We'll flip you for a season, but our jealousie Lord. So please your Majefty, The Roman Legions, all from Gallia drawn, Are landed on your coaft, with large fupply Of Roman Gentlemen, by th' Senate fent. Cym. Now for the counsel of my Son and Queen!f am amaz'd with matter. Lord. Good my liege, Your preparation can affront no less Than what you hear of. Come more, for more you're ready; The want is, but to put these Powers in motion, That long to move. We fear not Cym. I thank you; let's withdraw, Pif. I heard no letter from my mafter, fince Ff [Exeunt. * Το To yield me often tidings. Neither know I, Perplext in all. The heavens ftill muft work; SCENE changes to the Foreft. Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. Guid. The noife is round about us. Bel. Let us from it. Arv. What pleasure, 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 For barb'rous and unnatural Revolts During their use, and flay us after. Bel. Sons, We'll higher to the mountains, there fecure us. Where we have liv'd: and fo extort from us 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 neigh, Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes And cars fo cloy'd importantly as now, That they will wafte their time upon our note Bel. Oh, I am known Of |