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A narrow lane! an old man, and two boys !

Poft. Nay, do not wonder at it ; you are made
Rather to wonder at the things you hear,
Than to work

any
Lord, Farewel, you are angry.

[Exit. Post. This is a Lord -oh noble Misery, To be i'th' field, and ask what news of me! To-day, how many would have given their honours To've say'd their carcases ? took heel to do't, And yet

died too ? " I, in mine own woe charm'd t, “ Could not find Death where I did hear him grone, “ Nor feel him where he struck, This ugly monster,-" 'Tis strange he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds, “ Sweet words; and hath more ministers than we, " That draw his knives i' th' war Well, I will find For being now a favourer to the Briton, [him : No more a Briton, I've resum'd again The part I came in. Fight I will no more, But yield me to the veriest hind, that shall Once touch

my

Thoulder Great the slaughter is
Here made by th’ Roman ; great the answer be,
Britons must take. For me, my ransom's death ;
On either side I come to spend my breath ;
Which neither here I'll keep, nor bear again,
But end it by some means for Imogen.

Enter two British Captains, and soldiers. i Capt. Great Jupiter be prais’d, Lucius is taken ! 'Tis thought the old man and his sons were angels.

2 Capt. There was a fourth man, in a filly habit, That gave th'affront with them.

Than to work any.

Will
you

rhime upon't ?
And vent it for a mockery? here is one :
" Two boys, an old man, (twice a boy), a lane
* Preserv'd the Britons, was the Romans' bane."

Lord. Nay, be not angry, Sir.

Post. 'Lack! to what end?
Who dares not sand his foe, I'll be his friend ;
For if he'll do, as he is made to do,
I know he'll quickly fly my friendship too.
You have put me into rhimes,

Lord. Farewel, &c.
# Meaning that his woe seemed as a charm which protected him.

i Capt. So 'tis reported ; But none of them can be found. Stand, who's there?

Poft. A Roman-
Who had not now been drooping here, if feconds
Had answer'd bim.

2 Capt, Lay hands on him; a dog !
A leg of Rome shall not return to tell
What crows have peck'd them here; he brags his service,
As if he were of notė; bring him to th'King.
Enter Cymbeline, Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, Pifa-

nio, and Roman captives. The captains present Poite humus to Cymbeline, who delivers him over to a Goaler, After which all go out. SCE N E III. Changes to a prifon.

Enter Posthumus, and two Goalers. 1 Goal. You shall not now be stoln,

you've locks

upon graze, as you find pasture.

[you; 2 Goal Ay, or stomach,

[Excunt Goalers.
Poft. Most welcome bondage ! for thou art a way
I think to liberty ; yet am I better
Than one that's fick o'th' gout, fince he had rather
Grone so in perpetuity, than be cur'd
By th' sure physician, Death ; who is the key
T' unbar these locks, My conscience ! thou art fetter'd
More than my thanks and wrists; you good gods, give
The penitent instrument to pick that bolt; [me
Then free for

ever. · Is't enough I'm sorry?
So children temp'ral fathers do appeale ;
Gods are more full of mercy. --Must I repent?
I cannot do it better than in gyves,
Delird, more than constrain'd ; to satisfy,

freedom; 'tis the main part; take No Itricter render * of me than my all.

you are more clement than vile men,
Who of their broken debtors take a third,
A fixth, a tenth, letting them thrive again
On their abatement; that's not my delire
For imogen's dear life, take mine ; and though
Tis not to dear, yet ’tis a life ; you coin d it.

* Render, for mult,

1d off

my

I know

'Tween man, and man, they weigh not every stamp,
Though light, take pieces for the figure's fake ;
You rather, mine being yours : and ro, great powers,
If you will take this audit, take this life,
And cancel those old boods. Oh Imogen !
I'll speak to thee in filence,

[He feeps.

[* Here follow a vision, a marque, and a prophecy, which interrups the fable without the least neccfiity, and unmeasuralıly lengthen this ast. I think it plainly foisted in afterwards for mere show, and ap. farently out of Shakesptar.]

Solemn music. Enter, as in an apparition, Sicilius Leonatus, father to

fosthumus an old man, attired like a warrior, leading in his band an anciint matron, his wife, and migher to Pulttumus, with music before. them. Then, after other music, follow the two young Leonati, brothers, 80 Posthumus, with wounds as they died in the wars. They circle Posthumus round as be lies feeping:

Sici. No more, thou Thunder-maller, Mew,

Thy spite on mortal flies :
With Mars fall out, with Juno chide,

That thy adulteries

Rates and revenges,
Hath my poor boy done aught but well,

Whose face I never saw ?
I dyd, whilft in the womb he staid,

Attending Nature's law.
Whose father, Jove! (as men report,

Thou orplians' father art),
Thou should't have been, and thielded him

from his earth vexing smart. Moth, Lycina lent not me her aid,

But took me in thy thro:s ;
'I hat from me my Posthumus ript,

Came crying 'mongst his focs,
A thing of pity!
Sici, Great Nature, like his ancestry,

Moulded the fuff so fair ;
That he deserv'd the praise o'ch' world,

As great Sicilius, heir.
1. Bro. When once he was mature for map, ,

In Bricain where was he, That could stand up his parallel,

Or rival object be

of Imogen, that belt could dcem his dignity?

In ce .

SCEN E IV. Gymbeline's tent. Enter Cymbeline, Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, Pisa

nio, and Lords. Gym. Stand by my side, you whom the gods have Preterver's of my throne. Woe is my heart,

[made. That the poor foldier that so richly fought,

Moth. With marriage therefore was he mock’d,..

To be exil'd, and thrown
From Leonatus' seat, and cast

From her his dearest one?
Sweet Imogen!
Scili. Why did you suffer Iachimo,

Slight thing of Italy,
To taint his noble heart and brain

With needless jealousy,
And to become the geck and scorn

O'th other's villainy?
2 Bro. For this, from stiller seats we came,

Our parents, and us (wain,
That, striking in our country's cause,

Fell bravely, and were Nain ;
Our fealty, and Tenantius' right,

With honour to maintain. i Bro, Like hardiment Posthumus hath :

To Cymbeline perform’d; Then, Jupiter, thou King of gods,

Why hast thou thus adjourn'd
The graces for his merits due,

Being all to dolours turn'd?
Sici. Thy crystal window ope; look out; ;

No longer exercise,
Upon a valiant race, thy harsh ?

And potent injuries.
Moth. Since, Jupiter, our son is good,

Take off his mifcries.
Sici. Peep through thy marble mansion, help!!

Or we, poor ghoits, will cry
To th' Ibining fynod of the rest,

Againit thy deity. 2 Broth. Help, Jupiter, or we appeal,

And tiom chy Justice fly. Jupiter descends in thunder and lightning, sitting upon an cagle; he throws:"5

a ibunder-bolt. The gho;ts fall.on their knees. Jup. No more, you petty spirits of region low, Offend our hearing i bulb !-how dare you, gholls, ,

(Whose rags sham'd gilded arms, whose naked breast
Stepp'd before shields of proof ), cannot be found;.
He thall be happy that can find him, if.
Our Grace can make him so..

Accuse the Thunderer, whose bolt, you know,

Sky planted, batters all rebelling coasts ? Por fadows of Elysum, hence, and rest

Upon your never-withering banks of flowers.. Be not with mortal accidents opprest;.

No care of yours it is, you know, 'cis ours. Whom belt i love, I cross; to make my gift,

The more delay'd, delighted. Be content, Your low. laid fon our godhead will-uplift:

His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent ; Our Jovial far reigo'd at his birth, and in

Our temple was he married : rise, and fade! He shall be Lord of Lady Imogen,

And happier much by his affliction made.
This tablet lay upon his breast, wherein [fupiter drops a tablete

Our pleasure his full fortune doth confine;
And so, away;

no farther with your dia Express impatience, left you

Itir
Up

mine, Mount, eagle, to my palace crystalline.

[Ascends. Scici. He came in thunder, his celestial breath Was sulphurous to smell; the holy eagle Stoop'd as to foot us; his asceolion is More sweet than our bless’d fields; his royal bird ; Prunes the immortal wing, and clays his beak, As when his god is pleas'do

Al, Thanks, Jupiter!

Sici. The marbie pavement closes, he is enter'd
His radiant roof: away, and to be blest,
Let us with care perform his great behelt.

[Vanift.
Pojl. [waking.] Sleep, thou hast been a grandsire, and begot,
A father to me: anthou bast created
A mother and two brothers, But, oh fcorn!
Gone-they went hence so soon as they were born;
And so I am awake-Poor wretches, that depend
On Greatness' fayour, dream as I have done;
Wake, and find nothing, But, alas, I swerve! :
Many dream not to find, neither deserve;
And yet are steep'd in favours; fo am I
That have this golden chance, and know not why:

hat fairies haunt ground? a book! oh rare one!!
Be not, as in our fangled world, a garment
Nobler than that it covers. Let thy effects
So follow, to be most unlike our courriers in
As good as promise.

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