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A narrow lane! an old man, and two boys !
Poft. Nay, do not wonder at it ; you are made
[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
Thoulder Great the slaughter is
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.
rhime upon't ?
Lord. Nay, be not angry, Sir.
Post. 'Lack! to what end?
Lord. Farewel, &c.
i Capt. So 'tis reported ; But none of them can be found. Stand, who's there?
Poft. A Roman-
2 Capt, Lay hands on him; a dog !
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,
upon graze, as you find pasture.
[you; 2 Goal Ay, or stomach,
ever. · Is't enough I'm sorry?
freedom; 'tis the main part; take No Itricter render * of me than my all.
you are more clement than vile men,
* Render, for mult,
'Tween man, and man, they weigh not every stamp,
[* 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 :
That thy adulteries
Rates and revenges,
Whose face I never saw ?
Attending Nature's law.
Thou orplians' father art),
from his earth vexing smart. Moth, Lycina lent not me her aid,
But took me in thy thro:s ;
Came crying 'mongst his focs,
Moulded the fuff so fair ;
As great Sicilius, heir.
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 her his dearest one?
Slight thing of Italy,
With needless jealousy,
O'th other's villainy?
Our parents, and us (wain,
Fell bravely, and were Nain ;
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
Being all to dolours turn'd?
No longer exercise,
And potent injuries.
Take off his mifcries.
Or we, poor ghoits, will cry
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
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.
Our pleasure his full fortune doth confine;
no farther with your dia Express impatience, left you
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
hat fairies haunt ground? a book! oh rare one!!