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Difcourfe is heavy, fafting; when we've fupp'd,
We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story,

So far as thou wilt speak.

Guid. I pray, draw near.

Arv. The night to th' owl, and morn to th' lark,

less welcome!

Imo. Thanks, Sir.

Arv. I pray, draw near.

SCENE changes to Rome.

Exeunt.

Enter two Roman Senators, and Tribunes.

1 Sen. That fince the common men are now in TH HIS is the tenor of the Emperor's Writ;

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'Gainft the Pannonians and Dalmatians,
And that the Legions now in Gallia are
Full weak to undertake our war against
The fall'n off Britains; that we do incite
The Gentry to this bufinefs. He creates
Lucius Pro-conful; (39) and to you, the Tribunes
For this immediate Levy, he commends
His abfolute Commiffion. Long live Cæfar!
Tri. Is Lucius Gen'ral of the Forces?

2 Sen. Ay.

Tri. Remaining now in Gallia?

I Sen. With those Legions

Which I have spoke of, whereunto your Levy
Must be fuppliant: The words of your Commiffion
Will tie you to the numbers and the time

(39)

And to You, the Tribunes

For this immediate Levy, he commands

His abfolute Commiffion.] Commands his Commiffion is fuch a Phrafe as Shakespeare would hardly have us'd. I have, by Mr. Warburton's Advice, ventur'd to fubftitute;

be commends

His abfolute Commiffion.

i. e. he recommends the Care of making this Levy to you; and gives you an abfolute Commiffion for fo doing.

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Of their dispatch.

Tri. (40) We will discharge our duty.

[Exeunt.

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ACT

IV.

SCENE, the Foreft, in WALES.

Enter Cloten alone:

Am near to th' place where they should meet, if Pifanio have mapp'd it truly. How fit his garments serve me! why fhould his miftrefs, who was made by him that made the tailor, not be fit too? the rather, (faving reverence of the word,) because 'tis faid, a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I must play the workman; I dare speak it to my felf, (for it is not vain-glory for a man and his glafs to confer in his own chamber;) I mean, the lines of my body are as well drawn as his; no less young, more ftrong, not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike converfant in general fervices, and more remarkable in fingle oppofitions; yet this imperfeverant thing loves him in my defpight. What mortality is! Pofthumus, thy head,

(40) Tri. We will discharge our Duty:] Here the Third Act ends in the old Copies; and Mr. Rowe has follow'd that Divifion. Mr. Pope has not only thought fit to degrade the preceding fhort Scene; but also to tranfpofe hither a Scene (lying in Cymbeline's Palace) towards the Conclufion of the Fourth A&t; and with that finishes the Third. This is done, without any Authority from the Copies; tacitly, and without any Reafon affign'd for it: and, indeed, without any Thing in the Difpofition of the Scenary requiring it. If the bringing the Acts to a more regular Equality was the Ground of this Change, That's a Point we are not to tie our Poet up to. As the Liberty taken, therefore, is both needless, and arbitrary, I have chofe to follow the Order of more authentick Copies. Had Mr. Pope fpar'd us a critical Note, to juftify his Conduct in this Tranfpofition; I might, perhaps, have fubmitted to the Sagacity and Weight of it.

which is now growing upon thy fhoulders, fhall with in this hour be off, thy mistress enforc'd, thy garments cut to pieces before thy face; and all this done, spurn her home to her father, who may, happily, be a little angry for my fo rough ufage; but my mother, having power of his teftinefs, fhall turn all into my commendations. My horfe is ty'd up fafe: out, fword, and to a fore purpose! fortune put them into my hand ; this is the very description of their meeting place, and the fellow dares not deceive me.

[Exit. SCENE changes to the Front of the Cave.

Enter Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, and Imogen, from the Cave.

Bel.

You

OU are not well: remain here in the Cave;
We'll come t'you after hunting.

Arv. Brother, ftay here:

Are we not brothers?

Imo. So man and man fhould be;

But clay and clay differs in Dignity,

[To Imogen.

Whofe duft is both alike. I'm very fick.
Guid. Go you to hunting, I'll abide with him.
Imo. So fick I am not, yet I am not well;

But not fo citizen a wanton, as

To feem to die, ere fick : fo please you, leave me
Stick to your journal courfe; the breach of custom
Is breach of all. I'm ill, but your being by me
Cannot amend me. Society is no comfort
To one not fociable: I'm not very fick,
Since I can reason of it. Pray you, truft me here,
I'll rob none but my self; and let me die,
Stealing fo poorly.

Guid. I love thee: I have fpoke it ;

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As I do love my Father.

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Bel. What? how? how?

Arv. If it be fin to fay fo, Sir, I yoak me my good brother's fault: I know not why VOL. VI.

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I love this youth, and I have heard you say,
Love reasons without reafon. The bier at door,
And a demand who is't fhall die, I'd fay,
"My father, not this youth.

Bel. Oh noble strain!

O worthiness of nature, breed of Greatnefs!

Cowards father cowards, and bafe things fire the base:
Nature hath meal and bran; contempt and grace.
I'm not their father; yet who this fhould be,
Doth miracle it felf, lov'd before me! -

'Tis the ninth hour o'th'morn.

Arv Brother, farewel.

Imo. I with ye sport.

Aru. You, health-fo pleafe you, Sir.

Imo. These are kind creatures. Gods, what, lies I've heard!

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Our Courtiers fay, all's favage, but at Court:
Experience, oh, how thou difprov't report.-
Th' imperious feas breed monfters; for the dish,
Poor tributary rivers as fweet fish;

I am fick ftill, heart-fick

I'll now taste of thy drug.

Guid. I could not ftir him;

Pifanio,

[Drinks out of the viol.

He faid, he was gentle, but unfortunate;

Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honeft.

Arv. Thus did he answer me; yet faid, hereafter

I might know more.

Bel. To th' field, to th' field:

We'll leave you for this time; go in, and reft.

Arv. Well not be long away.

Bel. Pray, be not fick,

For you must be our housewife.

Imo. Well or ill,

I am bound to you.

Bel. And fhalt be ever.

[Exit Imagen, to the Cave.

This youth, howe'er diftrefs'd, appears to have had

Good ancestors.

Arv. How angel-like he fings!

Guid. But his neat cookery!

Arv. He cut our roots in characters

And

And fauc'd our broth, as Juno

broth, as Juno had been fick,

And he her dieter.

Arv. Nobly he yokes

A fmiling with a figh, as if the figh

Was that it was, for not being fuch a smile
The fmile mocking the figh, that it would fly
From fo divine a Temple, to commix
With winds that failors rail at.

Guid. (41) I do note,

That grief and patience, rooted in him both,
Mingle their spurs together.

Ary. Patience!

Grow?

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And let the ftinking Elder, Grief, untwine
His perishing root, with the encreafing vine!

Bel. It is great morning. Come, away: who's there?

Enter Cloten.

Clot. I cannot find thofe runagates: that villain Hath mock'd me. I am faint.

Bel. Thofe runagates!

Means he not us? I partly know him; 'tis
Cloten, the Son o'th' Queen; I fear fome ambush
I faw him not these many years, and yet

I know, 'tis he: we are held as Out-laws; hence.
Guid. He is but one; you and my brother fearch

(41)

I do note,

That Grief and Patience, rooted in him both,

Mingle their Pow'rs together. Thus Mr. Pope in his Quarte Edition, contrary to the Authority of all the Copies. And for what Reafon? He did not know there was any fuch word in English, as Spurs, in the Signification here requir'd. But Spurs, among other Acceptations, means, thofe hair-like Fibres or Strings, which fhoot out from the Roots of Plants and Trees, and give them a Fixure and Firmness in the Earth. Our Author has used the Word again in this Sense, in his Tempeft.

The strong-bas'd Promontory

Have I made bake, and by the Spurs pluck'd up
The Pine and Cedar.

I reftor'd the Reading of the old Copies in the Appendix to my
SHAKE-
SPEARE Reftor'd; and Mr. Pope has fuffer'd himself to be inform'd, in
his laft Edition,

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