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Imo. No, my Lord:
Guid. And at first meeting lov'd;
Cor. By the Queen's dram the swallow'd.
Cym. O rare instinct ! When shall I hear all through this fierce abridgment Hath to it circumstantial branches, which Diltiaction should be rich in.- Where?'' how.liv'd you? And when came you to serve our Roman captive? How parted with your brothers ? how first met them? Why Hled you from the court? and wbither! -Thele }; And your three motives to the battle, with I know not how much more, thould be demanded ;And all the other by-dependences From chance to chance : but not the time, nor place, Will terve long interrogatories.. See, Posthumus anchors upon Imogen ; And she, like harmleis lightning, throws her eyes On him, her brothers, me, her master ; hitting Each object with a joy. The counter change Is sev'rally in all: Let's quit this ground, And smoke the temple with our facrifices. Thou art my brother ; so we'll hold thee ever.
[To Belarius, Imo. You are my father too, and did relieve me, To see this gracious season !
Cym. All o’erjoy'd,
Imo. My good master,
Gym. The forlorn foldier, that so nobly fought, He would have well become this place, and grac'd The tbankings of a Kwg.
Poft. 'Tis I am, Sir,
Port Kneel not to me.
Gym. Nobly doom'd :
Arv. You help'd us, sir,
you did mean indeed to be our brother ; Jog'd are we that you are.
Poft. Your servant, princes.
* Post. Your servant, princez. Good my Lord of Rome,
Reads.. " When as a lion's whelp (ball, to himself unknown, without feek. ing find, and be embrac'd hy · piece of tender air; and wher, from a ltately cedar thall be lopt branches, whiclı
, being dead many years, “ Thail after revive, be jointed to the on stuck and freshly grow, then “ fhall P Athumus erd his miseries, Britain be forcenate, and fouilh: " in peace and plen y," Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp ; The fit and apt construction of thy name,
Cym. My peace we will begin ; and, Caius Lucius,
Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tunc
Gym. Laud we the gods !
Being Leonatus, doth import fo much.
Cym, This has some !eeming.
Sooth. The lofty cedar, Royal Cymbeline, Personates thee; and thy lopt branches point Thy two sons forih : who, by Belarius stoln, For many years thoughe dead, are now revivido To the majestic cedar join'd; whose issue Promises Britain peace and plenty.
Cyn, My peace we will begin, &c.
TROILUS and CRESSIDA *.
DRAMATIS PERSON Æ.
Calchas, Deiphobus, Trojans.
Helen, wife to Menelaus, in love Helenus,
with Paris, Æneas,
Andromache, wife to Heftor. Pandarus,
Cassandra, daughter to Priam, a Antenor,
prophetess. A bastard for of Prian,
Crellida, daughter to Calchas, ix Agamemnon,
love with Troilus. Achilles,
Alexander, Cresida's man.
Boy, page to Troilus.
Trojan and Greek Soldiers, with Ulysses,
otber Attendants. Nelior,
SCENE, Troy; and the Grecian camp before it.
• This story was originally, written by Lollius an old Lombard avo thor, and since by Chaucer. It is also found in an old English storybook of the three destructions of Troy; from which many of the circumstances in this play are borrowed, they being to be found co. where else.
Before this play, printed in 1609, is a book seller's preface, shewing that first imprełion to have been before the play had been acted ; and that it was published without Shakefpear's knowledge, from a copy that had fallen into the bookseller's hands. Mr Dryden thinks this one of the first of our author's plays : but, on the contrary,
may be judged from the forementioned preface, that it was one of his lasti and the great number of observations, both moral and politic, (wich which this piece is crouded more than any other of his), seems to. confirm my opinion,
PR 0 L O G U
The princes orgillous, their high blood chaf'd,
The palace in Troy.
That find fuc* cruel battle here within? Each Trojan that is master of his heart,