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Post. A Roman;
Who had not now been drooping here, if feconds
Had answered him.

2 Cap. 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 note : bring him to the king.

Enter Cymbeline, Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, Pifanio,

and Roman Captives. The Captains present Postbumus, to Cymbeline, who delivers him over to a gaoler : after wbicb, all go out.

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Enter Postbumus, and two Geolers. i Gaol. You shall not now be stolen, you have · locks

upon you; So, graze, as you find pasture. 2 Gaol. Ay, or a stomach.

(Exeunt Gaolers. Poft. Most welcome, bondage! for thou art a way, I think, to liberty : Yet am I better Than one that's sick oʻthe gout; since he had rather Groan so in perpetuity, than be cur’d By the sure physician, death; who is the key To unbar these locks. My conscience! thou art fetter'd More than my shanks, and wrists : You good gods,

give me The penitent instrument, to pick that bolt, Then, free for ever! Is't enough, I am sorry?

locks upon you ;)-alluding to those worn by horses when turned upon commons.


me, than

So children temporal fachers do appease;
Gods are more full of mercy. Must I repent?
I cannot do it better than in gyves,
Desir'd, more than constrain'd: to satisfy,
If of my freedom 'tis the main part, take
No stricter render of me,


all. I know, you are more clement than vile men, Who of their broken debtors take a third, A sixth, a tenth, letting them thrive again On their abatement; that's not my desire: For Imogen's dear life, take mine; and though 'Tis not so dear, yet ’tis a life; you coin'd it : 'Tween man and man, they weigh not every stamp; Though light, take pieces for the figure's fake ; You rather mine, being yours : And so, great powers, If

you will take this audit, take this life, And cancel these ' cold bonds. O Imogen! l'll speak to thee in silence.

[He sleeps. Solemn mufick. Enter, as in an apparition, Sicilius Leonatus, father to Postbumus, an old man, attired like a warrior ; leading in his band an ancient matron, his wife, and mother to Postbumus, with musick before them. Then, after other musick, follow the two young Leonati, brothers to Pofbumus, with wounds as they died in the wars. They circle Posthumus round, as be lies sleeping. Sici. No more, thou thunder-master, shew

Thy spite on 'mortal Aies :

Defir'd, more than confiraind:]-Put on rather through my own choice, than by compulfion.

6 to satisfy, &c.]-the offended gods, perhaps, more than this contrition be requisite; if so, then I desire them to accept my present all, my life, which I am ready to surrender as a condition of my pardon, or freedom from future punishment, and I hope they will not exact a stricter compensation. to this audit,)-this account. cold bonds. ]-alluding both to his bodily and spiritual bondage.


With Mars fall out, with Juno chide,

That thy adulteries
Rates, and revenges.
Hath my poor boy done ought but well,

Whose face I never faw?
I dy'd, whilft in the womb he stay'd,

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

Thou orphan's father art)
Thou should'st have been and shielded him

From this earth-vexing fmart.
Motb. Lucina lent not me her aid,

But took me in my throes;
That from * me was Posthumus ript,

Came crying 'mongst his foes,
A thing of pity!
Sici. Great nature, like his ancestry,

Moulded the stuff so fair,
That he deserv'd the praise o' the world,

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

In Britain where was he That could stand up his parallel ;

Or 'fruitful object be
In eye of Imogen, that best

Could m deem his dignity ?
Motb. With marriage wherefore was he mock'd,

To be exild, and thrown
From Leonati' seat, and caft

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

Slight thing of Italy, k my womb. , 'fruitful]-productive of love's fruits-rival objea. m deem bis dignity ? ]-distinguilh, judge of his merit.


look out;

To taint his nobler heart and brain

With needless jealousy; "And to become the geck and scorn

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

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

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

With honour to maintain. i Bro. Like ohardiment Posthumus 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 chrystal window

No longer exercise,
Upon a valiant race, thy harsh

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

Take off his miseries.
Sici. Peep through thy marble mansion; help!

Or we poor ghosts will cry
To the shining fynod of the rest,

Against thy deity. 2 Brotb. Help, Jupiter; or we appeal,

And from thy justice Ay. Jupiter descends in thunder and lightning, sitting upon an eagle:

be throws a thunder-bilt. The ghosts fall on their knees. Jupit. No more, you perty spirits of region low, Offend our hearing ; hush !--How dare you ghosts,

And ta become the geck)-And (suffer him) to become the dupe. • bardiment)-deeds of prowess. VOL. III.



Accuse the thunderer, whose bolt you know,

pSky-planted, batters all rebelling coasts ? Poor shadows of Elysium, hence; and reft

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

No care of yours it is; you know, 'tis ours. Whom best I love, I crofs ; to make my gift,

9 The more delay'd, delighted. Be content ; Your low-laid son our godhead will uplift;

His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent. Our Jovial star reign'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

Our pleasure his full fortune doth confine ; And so, away: no farther with your din Express impatience, left you


up mine. Mount, eagle, to my palace chrystalline. [ Ascends.

Sici. He came in thunder; his celestial breath
Was sulphurous to smell: the holy eagle
Stoop'd, as to foot us : his ascension is
More sweet than our blest fields : his royal bird
Prunes the immortal wing, and 'cloys his beak,
As when his god is pleas’d.

All. Thanks, Jupiter !

Sici. The marble pavement closes, he is enter'd His radiant roof :- Away! and, to be blest, Let us with care perform his great behest. [Vanish.

P Sky-planted,]—Taking its direction from the heavens, 9 The more delay'd, delighted.] –The more precious from its delay.

fade!]-yanish. Stoop'd, as to foot us: 1At his alighting, seemed ready to frike us with his talons.

cloys ]-claws.


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