A narrow lane! an old man, and two boys! Than to work any. * Lord. Farewel, you are angry. Poft. This is a Lord [Exit. -oh noble Mifery, To be i' th' field, and ask what news of me! And yet died too? "I, in mine own woe charm'd †, Well, I will find For being now a favourer to the Briton, Enter two British Captains, and foldiers. [him : 1 Capt. Great Jupiter be prais'd, Lucius is taken! 'Tis thought the old man and his fons were angels. 2 Capt. There was a fourth man, in a filly habit, That gave th' affront with them. you rhime upon't? And vent it for a mockery? here is one : Two boys, an old man, (twice a boy), a lane "Preferv'd the Britons, was the Romans' bane." Lord. Nay, be not angry, Sir. Poft. 'Lack! to what end? Who dares not fland 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 feemed as a charm which protected him, 1 Capt. So 'tis reported; But none of them can be found. 4 Poft. A Roman Stand, who's there? Who had not now been drooping here, if feconds Had anfwer'd him. 2 Capt. Lay hands on him; a dog! A leg of Rome fhall not return to tell What crows have peck'd them here; he brags his fervice, As if he were of notė; bring him to th' King. Enter Cymbeline, Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, Pifanio, and Roman captives. The captains prefent Posthumus to Cymbeline, who delivers him over to a Goaler. After which all go out. SCENE III. Changes to a prifon. Enter Pofthumus, and two Gualers. 1 Goal. You fhall not now be ftoln, you've locks upon So graze, as you find pasture. 2 Goal Ay, or ftomach, [you; [Exeunt Goalers. Poft, Moft 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 fo in perpetuity, than be cur'd By th' fure phyfician, Death; who is the key [me T'unbar thefe locks. My confcience! thou art fetter'd Muft I repent? I cannot do it better than in gyves, 'Tween man and man, they weigh not every stamp, [He fleeps. * [* Here follow a vision, a masque, and a prophecy, which interrupt the fable without the leaft neccffity, and unmeafurably lengthen this aft. I think it plainly foifted in afterwards for mere fhow, and apparently not of Shakespear.] Solemn mufic. Enter, as in an apparition, Sicilius Leonatus, father te Pofthumus an old man, attired like a warrior, leading in his bind an ancient matron, his wife, and mather to Pofthumus, with mufic before. them. Then, after other mufic, follow the two young Leonati, brothers, to Posthumus, with wounds as they died in the wars. They circle Polthumus round as be lies fleeping. Cymbeline's tent. SCENE IV. Enter Cymbeline, Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, Pifanio, and Lords. Cym. Stand by my fide, you whom the gods have Preferver's of my throne. Woe is my heart, That the poor foldier that fo richly fought, Math. With marriage therefore was he mock'd,... From Leonatus' feat, and caft From her his dearest one? Sweet Imogen ! Scili. Why did you fuffer Iachimo, To taint his noble heart and brain And to become the geck and fcorn 2 Bro. For this, from ftiller feats we came,. Our fealty, and Tenantius' right, With honour to maintain. 1 Bro. Like hardiment Pofthumus hath : To Cymbeline perform'd ; Then, Jupiter, thou King of gods, Why haft thou thus adjourn'd The graces for his merits due, Being all to dolours turn'd? Sici. Thy crystal window ope; look out; ; Upon a valiant race, thy harsh And potent injuries. Moth. Since, Jupiter, our fon is good, Take off his miferies. Sici. Peep through thy marble mansion, help! Or we, poor ghoits, will cry To th' fhining fynod of the reft, Againit thy deity.. a Broth. Help, Jupiter, or we appeal, And from thy Justice fly. [made Jupiter defcends in thunder and lightning, fitting upon an eagle; he throws s a thunder bolt. The ghosts fall on their knees. Jup. No more, you petty spirits of region low, Offend our hearing; huh!-how dare you, ghosts, ~ (Whofe rags fham'd gilded arms, whose naked-breast, Stepp'd before fhields of proof), cannot be found; He fhall be happy that can find him, if Our Grace can make him so.. Accufe the Thunderer, whofe bolt, you know, No care of yours it is, you know, 'tis ours. [Jupiter drops a tablet. And happier much by his affliction made. More fweet than our blefs'd fields; his royal bird All. Thanks, Jupiter! Sici. The marble pavement closes, he is enter'd His radiant roof: away, and to be bleft, Let us with care perform his great beheft. A father to me: and thou hast created [Afcends. Paft. [waking.] Sleep, thou hast been a grandfire, and begot A mother and two brothers. But, oh fcorn! Gone-they went hence fo foon as they were born That have this golden chance, and know not why: [Vanife. |