Take not away the taper, leave it burnings of And if thou canft awake by four o'th' clock, w I pr'ythee, call me fleep hath feiz'd me wholly cal and 9790 KAST [Exit Lady. To your protection I commend me, Gods U From Fairies, and the Tempters of the night, of Guard me, befeech ye yepse G govt tweeps. drukutiw? [Iachimo rifes from the trunk Iach. The crickets fing, and man's o'er-labour'd fenfe Repairs it felf by Reft: our Tarquin thus J Did foftly prefs the rushes, ere he waken'd A b As flipp'ry as the Gordian knot was hard. The The treasure of her Honour. No more to what end? May bear the raven's eye: I lodge in fear, Though L.: (13) Swift, fwift, you Dragons of the Night! that Dawning May ope the Raven's Eye.] Mr. Pope has profefs'd, that, in his Editions, the Various Readings are fairly put in the Margin, fo that "Every them; and those he has prefer'd into the ex fide Codicum, upon Authority." I must 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 "Text are CONSTANTLY that Dawning: May ope the Raven's Eye. From the first Folio's down to Mr. Rowe's Impreffion, we find it conftantly; the that Dawning. May bear the Raven's Eye. If I agreed with Mr. Pope in the Meaning of this Expreffion, I could help p 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 than ope. Befides, moft Birds, as well as many Quadrupeds, have a Membrane for Nictation, call'd spauor, which they can at Plea fure draw over their Eyes, to defend them from too ftrong a Light: and when this Membrane is withdrawn, the Eye may very properly be said to be bared.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 fay, Mr. Pope has rejected, because he did not understand. Why fhould the Dawn be faid peculiarly to open the Raven's Eye? The Lark has always been counted the earlies Stirrer amongst the feather'd Kind. For the Dawn to bear the Raven's Eye, is, as Mr. Warburton ingenioufly obferv'd to me, a very grand and poetical Expreffion. It is a Metaphor borrow'd from Heraldry; as, again, in Much Ado about Nothing. So that if he have Wit enough to keep himself warm, let him bear it for a difference between himself and his Horfe. That the Dawn fhould bear the Raven's Eye, means, that It should rife, and fhew That Colour. Now the Raven's Eye is remarkably grey and ey'd, 'tis known, is the Epithet univerfally join'd to the Morning. Nor has our Shakespeare forgot to allude to the Morning being grey in other Paffages. Bb z and, Though this a heav'nly Angel, hell is here. One, two, three: time, [Clock ftrikes. [Goes into the trunk, the Scene closes. SCENE changes to another Part of the Palace, facing Imogen's Apartments. I Lord. Enter Clôten, and Lords. YOU OUR lordship is the most patient man in lofs, the coldeft that ever turn'd up ace. Clot. It would make any man cold to lofe I Lord. But not every man patient, after the noble temper of your lordship; you are moft hot, and furious, when you win. Clot. Winning will put any man into courage: If I could get this foolish Imogen, I fhould have gold enough: It's almoft morning, is't not?did w 1 Lord. Day, my Lord. orous bus Clot. I would, this mufick would come: I am advifed to give her mufick o' mornings; penetrate. they fay, it will Enter Muficians. wh bol Come on, tune; if you can penetrate her with your fingering, fo; we'll try with tongue too; if none will and, look, the gentle Day, Before the Wheels of Phoebus, round about Much Ado &c. A Tit. Andron. The Hunt is ups the Morn is bright and grey, 31 O, pardon, Sir, it doth; and son grey Lines, 2013042 0 25tal And fee, the Morn, in ruffet Mantle clad, For ruit is dark-brown, grey. bd sic Hamlets The grey-ey'd Morn fmiles on the frowning Night, eis! &c &c. &c. Rom. and Jel do, let her remain: but I'll never give o'er. First, a very excellent good conceited thing; after, a wonderful fweet air with admirable rich words to it; and then let her confider. Hark, bark! the lark at heav'n's gate fings, His feeds to water at thofe fprings And winking Mary-buds begin 1998 To ope their golden eyes; With every thing that pretty is, Son My lady fweet, arife: Arife, arife. So, get you gone if this penetrate, I will confider your mufick the better: if it do not, it is a vice in her cars, which horfe-hairs, and cats-guts, nor the voice of unpav'd eunuch to boot, can never amend, [Exeunt Musicians. Enter Queen and Cymbeline. 2 Lord. Here comes the King. Clot. I am glad I was up fo late, for that's the reafon I was up fo early: he cannot chufe but take this service I have done, fatherly. Good morrow to your Majefty, and to my gracious Mother. Cam. Attend you here the door of our ftern daughter? Will the not forth? Clot. I have affail'd her with muficks, but the vouchfafes no notice. Cym. The exile of her Minion is too new; Queen. You are moft bound to th' King, Bb 3 With With aptness of the feafon; make denials a Encrease your services; fo feem, asrife Tyri You were infpir'd to do those duties, whichmol cadr You tender to her: that you in all obey her,yish; mü Save when Command to your difmiffion tends, And therein you are fenfelefs, yo VAL. Clot. Senfelefs? not fo to slood sidT. Enter a Meffenger.wband Mef. So like you, Sir, Ambaffadors from Rome The one is Caius Lucius. bood D Cym. A worthy fellow, Albeit he comes on angry purpofe now; boom! But that's no fault of his: we must receive him According to the Honour of his Sender; udsdorug to¶ And towards himself, his goodness fore-fpent on us, I We must extend our notice: Our dear Son, When you have giv'n good morning to your mistress, Attend the Queen and us; we fhall have need T'employ you towards this Roman. Come, our Queen [Exeunt. if not, Clot. If the be up, I'll speak with her; Let her lye ftill, and dream. By your leave ho! Knocks, what, T I know, her women are about her Their deer to th' Stand o'th' ftealer: and 'tis gold, felf. 3 One of her women lawyer to me, for [Knocks. |