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Bel. I never saw
Reads. "When as the lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown, without seek ". ing find, and be embrac'd by a piece of tender air; and when, from
Nately cedar shall be lopt branches, which, being dead many years, “ Thall after revive, be jointed to the old stock, and freibly grow, then " Thall Pofthumus end his miseries, Britain be fortunate, and Avurilla
in peace and plenty,"..
Goal. Hanging is the word. Sir; if you be ready for that, you are : well cook'd.
Pojt. So if it prove a good repast to the spectators, the dish pays. the shot.
Goal. A heavy reckoning for you, Sir; but the comfort is, you shall be called to no more payments, fear no more tavern-bills, which are often the sadness of parting, as the procuring of mirth ; you come in faint for want of meat, depart reeling with too much drink; sorry
have paid too much, and forry that you are paid too much ; purse and brain both empty, the brain the heavier, for being too light; che purse too light, being drawn of heaviness, Oh, of this contradiction you Ihall now be quit : oh, the charity of a penny cord, it sums up thousands in a trice : you have no true debtor and creditor, but it ; of what's salt, is, and to come, the discharge ; your neck, Sir, is pen, book, and counter; fo the acquittance follows.
Pojt. I am merrier to die, than thou art to live.
Goal. Indeed, sir, he that seeps, feeis not the tooth-ach ; but a man that were to Neep you, Icep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think he would change places with his officer : for, look you, Sir, you know not which way you bail go.
Pojt. Yes, indeed, do ,, fellow,
Goal. Your Jeaih hus Czes in's head then; I have not seen him so pictur’d: you must either be directed by some that take upon them to kpow; or to take upon yourself that which I am sure you do not. know; or lung ihe after inquiry on your own peril; and how you Call .speed in your journey's end, I think you'll never return to tell.
Gym. No tidings of him?
Pif. He hath been search'd among the dead and li-. But no trace of him.
[ving, Gym. To my grief, I am The heir of his reward; which I will add To you, the liver, heart, and brain of Britain ;
[To Bel. Guid, and Arvirag. By whom, I grant, she lives. 'Tis now the time. To ask of whence you are. Report it.
Gym. Bow your knees;
Enter Cornelius, and Ladies.
Cor. Hail, great King ! To four your happinefs, I must report i : The Queen is dead..
Poft. I tell thee, fellow, there are none want eyes, to direct themes the way I am going, but fuch as wink, and will not use them.
Goal. What an infinite mock is this, that a man fhould have the bell use of eyes, to see the way of blindness! I am dure hanging's the way of winking
Enter a Messenger.
(Exeunt Posthumus and Mefjenger, Goal. Unless a man would marry a gallows, and beget young gibbets, I never faw one so prone. Yet, on my conscience, there are : verier knaves desire to live, for all he be a Roman; and there be fome of them too that die against their wills; to should I, if I were one, I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good Othere were defolation of goalers and galiuwses. I speak agaiult my present profit; but my wilh. hath a preferment in't.
1 Exito. SCE N. E, G6..
Cym. Whom worse than a physician
Cor. With horror, inadly dying, like herself i
Cym. Pr'ythee, say,
Cor. First, the confels'd she never lov'd you : only
Gym. She alone knew this :
Gor. Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to love
Cym. O molt delicate fiend !
Cor. More, Sir, and worse. She did confess she had.
Cym, Heard you all this, her women?
Gym. Mine eyes
Make thy demand aloud, -Sir, step you forth,
[To lachimo, Give answer to this boỳ, and do it freely ; Or, by our greatness, and the grace of it, Which is our honour, bitter torture shall [him. Winnow the truth from fallehood - -On ; speak to
Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may render Of whom he had this ring.
Poft. What's that to himn ?
Gym. That diamond upon your finger, fay, How came it your's ?
lach. Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that, Which to be spoke would torture thee.
Cym. How? me?
lach. I am glad to be constrain'd to utter what Torments me to conceal. By villany 1
got this ring ; 'twas Leonatus' jewel Whom thou didst banish : and (which more may grieve As it doth me) a nobler Sir ne'er liv'd
[thee, 'Twixt sky and ground. Will you hear more, my Lord ?
Cym. All that belongs to this.
lach. That paragon, thy daughter, For whom my heart drops blood, and my false fpirits Quail to remember, give me leave, I faint.
[Swoons. Gym. My daughter, what of her ? renew thy ftrength; I'd rather thou should'st live while nature will, Than die ere I hear more : strive man and speak,
lach. Upon a time, (unhappy was the clock
• Feature for proportion of parts,
A'shop of all the qualities that man
Gym. I fand on fire.
lach. All too soon I shall, Unless thou wouldft grieve quickly.This Pofthumus, (Most like a Noble Lord in love, and one i hat had a royal lover) took his hint ; And, not dispraising whom we prais’d, (therein He was as calm as virtue), he began His mistress' picture ; which by his tongue being made, And then a mind put in’t, either our brags Were crack'd-of kitchen-trulls, or his description Prov'd us unspeaking sots.
Cym. Nay, nay, to th’.purpose.
lach. Your daughter's chastity; there it begins: He fpake of her, as Dian had hot dreams, And she alone were cold : whereat I, wretch ! Made scruple of his praise; and wag'd with him Pieces of gold, 'gainst this which then he wore Upon his honour'd finger, to attain In suit the place of's bed, and win this ring By her's and mine adultery. He, true Knight, No lefser of her bonour confident Than I did truly find her, Atakes this ring ; And would so, had it been a carbuncle Of Phæbus' wheel; and might fo safely, had it Been all the worth of's car.
Away to Britain Port I in this design: well may you, Sir, Remember me at court, where I was taught By your chaste daughter the wide difference 'Twixt amorous and villanous. Being thus quench'd Of hope, not longing, mine Italian brain 'Gan in your duller Britain operate Molt vilely: for my vantage excelleift; And, to be brief, my practice fo prevailid, That I return'd with simular proof enough To make the Noble Leonatus mad, By wounding his belief in her renown, With tokens thus, and thus ; averring notes of chamber-hanging, pictures, this ber bracelet;