Thy name well fits thy faith; thy faith, thy name. Than thine own worth, prefer thee: go with me. As thefe poor pickaxes can dig: and when With wild wood-leaves and weeds I ha' ftrew'd his Grave, And on it faid a century of pray'rs, (Such as I can,) twice o'er, I'll weep and figh; And, leaving fo his fervice, follow you, So please you entertain me. Luc. Ay, good youth, And rather father thee, than master thee, The boy hath taught us manly duties: let us [Exeunt. SCENE changes to Cymbeline's Palace.. Enter Cymbeline, Lords, and Pifanio. Cym. A Gain; and bring me word, how 'tis with her : A fever with the abfence of her fon; Madness, of which her life's in danger; heav'ns! When fearful wars point at me! her fon gone, By By a fharp torture. Pif. Sir, my life is yours, I fet it at your will: but, for my mistress, I nothing know where the remains: why, gone; Nor when the purposes Return. 'Beseech your Highness, Hold me your loyal fervant. Lord. Good my liege, The day that she was miffing, he was here; Cym. The time is troublesome ; We'll flip you for a feafon, but our jealoufie Lord. So please your Majesty, The Roman Legions, all from Gallia drawn, Cym. Now for the counfel of my Son and Queen ! I am amaz'd with matter. Lord. Good my liege, Your preparation can affront no lefs Than what you hear of. Come more, for more you're ready; The want is, but to put these Powers in motion, That long to move. Cym. I thank you; let's withdraw, And meet the time, as it feeks us. We fear not Pif. I heard no letter from my master, fince [Exeunt Perplext in all. The heavens ftill must work; Wherein I'm falfe, I'm honeft: not true, to be true. These present wars fhall find, I love my Country, Ev'n Ev'n to the note o'th' King, or I'll fall in them? Fortune brings in some boats, that are not steer'd. [Ex. Guid. SCENE changes to the Foreft. Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. HE noife is round about us. THE Bel. Let us from it. Arv. What pleasure, Sir, find we in life, to lock it From action and adventure? Guid. Nay, what hope Have we in hiding us? this way the Romans Muft or for Britons flay us, or receive us During their use, and flay us after. We'll higher to the mountains, there fecure us. Where we have liv'd: and fo extort from us That which we've done, whose answer would be death Drawn on with torture. Guid. This is, Sir, a doubt (In fuch a time) nothing becoming you, Nor fatisfying us. Arv. It is not likely, That when they hear the Roman horfes neigh, And ears fo cloy'd importantly as now, Bel. Oh, I am known Of many in the army; many years, Though Claten then but young, (you see,) not wore him From my remembrance. And, befides, the King Who find in my exile the want of breeding; The The certainty of this hard life, aye hopeless Guid. Than be so, Better to cease to be. Pray, Sir, to th' army; I and my brother are not known; your felf So out of thought, and thereto fo o'er-grown, Cannot be queftion'd. Arv. By this Sun that shines, I'll thither; what thing is it, that I never A rider like my self who ne'er wore rowel, If Guid. By heav'ns, I'll go you will blefs me, Sir, and give me leave, I'll take the better care; but if you will not, The hazard therefore due fall on me, by The hands of Romans! Ar. So fay I, Amen. Bel. No reafon I (fince of your lives you So flight a valuation) fhould referve fet My crack'd one to more care. Have with you, boys; That is my bed too, lads; and there I'll lye. Lead, lead; the time feems long: their blood thinks fcorn 'Till it flie out, and fhew them Princes born. [Exe. 3 ACT SCENE, a Field between the British and Enter Pofthumus, with a bloody handkerchief. EA, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I wisht, If each of you would take this course, how many Every good fervant does not all Commands; No bond, but to do juft ones, Gods! if you Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults, I never The noble Imogen to repent, and struck Me, wretch, more worth your vengeance. But alack, You fnatch fome hence for faults; that's love; To have them fall no more : (25) you some permit (25) To -you fome permit To fecond Ills with Ills, each worse than other, And make them dread it, to the Doers' thrift.] The Di vinity Schools have not furnish'd jufter Obfervations on the Conduct of Providence, than Poftbumus gives us here in his private Reflections. You Gods, says He, act in a different manner with your different Creatures; You fnatch fome bence for little Faults; that's Love ; To have them fall no more. Others, fays our Poet, you permit to live on, to multiply and increase in Crimes, And make them dread it, to the Doers' Thrift. Here's a Relative without an antecedent Subftantive; which is a Breach of Grammar. We must certainly read, And |