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Be't so:

Thou diedst, a most rare boy, of melancholy- Aru.

So,-Begin. How found you him?

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Arv.

Stark, as you see :
Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber,

Gui. 'Fear no more the heat o'the sun,
Not as death's dart, being laugh'd at: his right cheek

Nor the furious winter's rages;
Reposing on a cushion.

Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Gui.
Where?

Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages :
Arv.

O'the floor;

Golden lads and girls all must, His arms thus leagu'd : I thought, he slept; and put As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. My clouted brogues2 from off my feet, whose rude. Arv. Fear no more the frown o'the great,

Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Answer'd my steps too loud.

Çare no more to clothe, and eat; Gui.

Why, he but sleeps : To thee the reed is as the oak:
If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed;

The sceptre, learning, physic, must
With female fairies will his tomb be haunted, All follow this, and come to dust.
And worms will not come to thee.
Arv.

With fairest flowers,

Gui. Fear no more the lightning-flash,

Arv. Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele,

Gui. Fear not slander, censure6 rash;
I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack

Arv. Thou hast finish'd joy and moan :
The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor|
The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor

Both. All lovers young, all lovers must

Consign? to thee, and come to dust.
The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander,
Out-sweetend not thy breath : the ruddock3 would,

Gui. No exorciser harm thee!
With charitable bill (O bill, sore-shaming,

Arv. Nor no witchcraft charm thee! Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers lie Gui. Ghost unlaid forbear thee! Without a monument !) bring thee all this ;

Arv. Nothing ill come near thee! Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are Both. Quiet consummation have;

And renowned be thy grave !8 none, To winter-ground4 thy corse.

Re-enter Belarius, with the body of Cloten. Gui.

Prythee, have done ; And do not play in wench-like words with that

Gui. We have done our obsequies : Come, lay Which is so serious. Let us bury him,

him down. And not protract with admiration what

Bel. Here's a few flowers ; but about midnight, Is now due debt.—To the grave. Arv.

Say, where shall's lay him? | The herbs, that have on them cold dew o'the night, Gui. By good Euriphile, our mother.

Are strewings fitt'st for graves.-- Upon their faces:Arv.

You were as flowers, now wither'd: even so And let us, Polydore, though now our voices

These herb'lets shall, which we upon you strew. Have got the mannish crack, sing him to the ground, Come on, away: apart upon our knees. As once our mother; use like note, and words, The ground, that gave them first, has them again; Save that Euriphile must be Fidele.

Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain. Gui. Cadwal,

(Exeunt Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. I cannot sing: I'll weep, and word it with thee: Imo. (Awaking. ] Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; For notes of sorrow, out of tune, are worse

Which is the way?Than priests and fanes that lie.

I thank you.---By yon bush ?-Pray, how far thither? Aru.

We'll speak it then. Ods pittikins !9-can it be six miles yet? Bel. Great griefs, I see, medicine the less : for I have gone all night :-'Faith, I'll lie down and Cloten

sleep Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys :

But, soft! no bedfellow :-0, gods and goddesses ! And, though he came our enemy, remember,

(Seeing the body. He was paids for that: Though mean and mighty, These flowers are like the pleasures of the world; rotting

This bloody man, the care on't. I hope, I dream; Together, have one dust; yet reverence

For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper, (That angel of the world) doth make distinction And cook to honest creatures : But 'tis not so; of place 'tween high and low. Our foe was princely;| Twas but a bolt10 of nothing, shot at nothing, And though you took his life, as being our foe,

Which the brain makes of fumes : Our very eyes Yet bury him as a prince.

Are sometimes like our judgments, blind. Good Gui. Pray you, fetch him hither.

faith, Thersites' body is as good as Ajax,

I tremble still with fear : But if there be When neither are alive.

Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity Aru.

If you'll go fetch him, As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it! We'll say our song the whilst.—Brother, begin. The dream's here still : even when I wake, it is

(Exit Belarius. Without me, as within me; not imagin'd, felt. Gui. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the A headless man !—The garments of Posthumus! east;

I know the shape of his leg; this is his hand; My father hath a reason for't.

His foot Mercurial; his Martial thigh; Aro.

'Tis true.

The brawns of Hercules : but his Jovialll face. Gui. Come on then, and remove him.

Murder in heaven?-How ?--'Tis gone.—Pisanio, (2) Shoes plated with iron.

(6) Judgment. (7) Seal the same contract. (3) The red-breast.

(8) See W. Collins's song at the end of the Play. (4) Probably a corrupt reading, for, wither round (9) This diminutive adjuration is derived from thy corse.

God's my pity. (5) Punished.

(10) An arrow. (11) A face like Jove's.

(1) Stiff.

his grave,

Luc.

All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks, A very valiant Briton, and a good,
And mine to boot, be darted on thee! Thou, That here by mountaineers lies slain :- Alas!
Conspir'd with that irregulousl devil, Cloten, There are no more such masters: I

may

wander Hlast here cut off my lord.---To write, and read, From east to occident,3 cry out for service, Be henceforth treacherous - Damn'd Pisanio Try many, all good, serve truly, never Hath with his forged letters,-damn'd Pisanio- Find such another master. From this most bravest vessel of the world

Luc.

'Lack, good youth! Struck the main-top!-O, Posthumus! alas, Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining, than Where is thy head? where's that? Ah me! where's | Thy master in bleeding: Say his name, good friend. that?

İmo. Richard du Champ. If I do lie, and do Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart, No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope And left this head on.—How should this be? Pi.

(Aside. sanio?

They'll pardon it.-Say you, sir? 'Tis he, and Cloten : malice and lucre in them Luc.

Thy name? Have laid this wo here. O, 'tis pregnant, pregnant! Imo.

Fidele. The drug he gave me, which, he said, was precious Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very same: And cordial to me, have I not found it

Thy name well fits thy faith ; thy faith, thy name. Murd'rous to the senses? That confirms it home : Wilt take thy chance with ine? I will not say, This is Pisanio's deed, and Cloten's : 0!-- Thou shalt be so well master'd; but, be sure, Give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood, No less belov'd. The Roman emperor's letters, That we the horrider may seem to those

Sent by a consul to me, should not sooner Which chance to find us; 0, my lord, my lord ! Than thine own worth prefer thee : Go with me.

Imo. I'll follow, sir." But first, an't please the Enter Lucius, a Captain and other Officers, and a gods, Soothsayer.

I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep Cap. To them the legions garrison'd in Gallia, As these poor pickaxes4 can dig : and when After your will, have cross'd the sea; attending With wild wood-leaves and weeds I have strew'd You here at Milford-Haven, with your ships : They are here in readiness.

And on it said a century of prayers, Luc.

But what from Rome? || Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep, and sigh; Cap. The senate hath stirr'd

up.

the cónfiners, And, leaving so his service, follow you, And gentlemen of Italy; most willing spirits, So please you entertain me. That promise noble service: and they come

Ay, good youth; Under the conduct of bold lachimo,

And rather father thee, than master thee.Sienna's brother.

My friends, Luc.

When expect you them? The boy hath taught us manly duties : Let us Cap. With the next benefit o'the wind. Find out the prettiest daisied plot we can, Luc.

This forwardness And make him with our pikes and partisans Makes our hopes fair. Command, our present|| A grave : Come, arm him.-Boy, be is preferr'd numbers

By thee to us; and he shall be interr'd, Be muster'd; bid the captains look to't.—Now, sir, || As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes; What have you dream'd, of late, of this war's pur- Some falls are means the happier to arise. (Exeunt.

pose ? Sooth. Last night the very gods show'd me a

SCENE III.-A room in Cymbeline's palace. vision :

Enter Cymbeline, Lords, and Pisanio. (I fast, and pray'd, for their intelligence,) Thus:- Cym. Again; and bring me word, how 'tis with I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd

her. From the spongy south to this part of the west,

A fever with the absence of her son ; There vanish'd in the sunbeams : which portends A madness, of which her life's in danger:-Heavens, (Unless my sins abuse my divination,)

How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen, Success to the Roman host.

The great part of my comfort, gone : my queen Luc.

Dream often so, Upon a desperate bed; and in a time And never false.-Soft, ho! what trunk is here, When fearful wars point at me; her son gone, Without his top? The ruin speaks, that sometime So needful for this present: It strikes me, past It was a worthy building.--How ! a page! The hope of comfort.-But for thee, fellow, Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead, rather : Who needs must know of her departure, and For nature doth abhor to make his bed

Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead. - By a sharp torture. Let's see the boy's face.

Pis.

Sir, my life is yours, Cap.

He is alive, my lord. I humbly set it at your will: But, for my mistress, Lúc. He'll then instruct us of this body.- I nothing know where she remains, why gone, Young one,

Nor when she purposes return. 'Beseech your highInform us of thy fortunes; for, it seems,

ness, They crave to be demanded: Who is this, Hold me your loyal servant. Thou mak'st thy bloody pillow? Or who he, 1 Lord.

Good my liege, That, otherwise than noble nature did,

The day that she was missing, he was here:
Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest I dare be bound he's true, and shall perform
In this sad wreck? How came it? Who is it? All parts of his subjection loyally.
What art thou ?

For Cloten,-
Imo. I am nothing : or if not, There wants no diligence in seeking him,
Nothing to be were better. This was my master, And will, no doubt, be found.

Сут. .

The time's troublesome : (1) Lawless, licentious. (2) i. e. 'Tis a ready, opposite conclusion.

(3) The west. (4) Her fingers.

Than be so,

thinks scorn,

We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy To have the courtesy your cradle promis'u,

[To Pisanio. But to be still hot summer's tanlings, and Does yet depend.

The shrinking slaves of winter. i Lord. So please your majesty,

Gui. The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn, Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army: Are landed on your coast; with a supply I and my brother are not known; yourself, Of Roman gentlemen, by the senate sent. So out of thought, and thereto so o'ergrown,

Cym Now for the counsel of my son, and queen! ||Cannot be question'd. I am amaz'd with matter. 1

Arv.

By this sun that shines, 1 Lord

Good my liege, I'll thither: What thing is it, that I never Your preparation can affronta no less

Did see man die ? scarce ever look'd on blood, Than what you hear of: come more, for more you're But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison ? ready :

Never bestrid a horse, save one, that had
The want is, but to put those powers3 in motion, A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel
That long to move.

Nor iron on bis heel? I am asham'd
Сут. . I thank you : Let's withdraw : To look upon the holy sun, to have
And meet the time, as it seeks us. We fear not The benefit of his bless'd beams, remaining
What can from Italy annoy us; but

So long a poor unknown.
We grieve at chances here. --Away. (Exeunt. Gui.

By heavens, I'll go :
Pis. I heard no letter from my master, since If you will bless me, sir, and give me leave,
I wrote him, Imogen was slain : 'Tis strange: I'll take the better care; but if you will not,
Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise

The hazard therefore due fall on me, by
To yield me often tidings; Neither know I The hands of Romans !
What is betid to Cloten ; but remain

Arv.

So say I; Amen. Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work : Bel. No reason I, since on your lives you set Wherein I'am false, I am honest; not true, to be So slight a valuation, should reserve true.

My crack'd one to more care. Hare with you, boys: These present wars shall find I love my country, If in your country wars you chance to die, Even to the note4 o'the king, or I'll fall in them. That is my bed too, lads, and there I'll lie : All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd : Lead, lead.-The time seems long; their blood Fortune brings in some boats, that are not steer'd.

(Aside. (Exit.Till it fly out, and show them princes born. (Exe. SCENE IV.-Before the cave. Enter Belarius,

Guiderius, and Arviragus.
Gui. The noise is round about us.
Bel.
Let us from it.

ACT V.
Arv. What pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it | SCENE I. -A field between the British and Ro.
From action and adventure ?

man camps.

Enter Posthumus, with a bloody Gui.

Nay, what hope

handkerchief. Have we in biding us ? this way, the Romans Must or for Britons slay us; or receive us

Post. Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for 'I For barbarous and unnatural revoltss

wish'd During their use, and slay us after.

Thou should'st be colour'd thus. You married ones, Bel.

Sons,

If each of you would take this course, how many We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us. Must murder wives much better than themselves, To the king's party there's no going; newness For wrying but a little?-0, Pisanio! Of Cloten's death (we being not known, not muster'd | Every good servant does not all commands: Among the bands) may drive us to a render6 No bond, but to do just ones.—Gods! if you Where we have liv'd; and so extort from us Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults, I never That which we've done, whose answer would be Had liv'd to put on this : so had you sav'd death

The noble Imogen to repent; and struck Drawn on with torture.

Me wretch, more worth rourvengeance. But, alack, Gui.

This is, sir, a doubt, You snatch some hence for little faults; that's love, In such a time, nothing becoming you,

To have them fall no more : you some permit Nor satisfying us.

To second ills with ills, each elder worse ;
Aru.
It is not likely,

And make them dread it to the doer's thrift.
That when they hear the Roman horses neigh, But Imogen is your own : Do your best wills,
Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes And make me bless'd to obey !--I am brought hither
And ears sɔ cloy'd importantly as now,

Among the Italian gentry. and to fight That they will waste their time upon our note,7 Against my lady's kingdom : 'Tis enough To know from whence we are.

That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress ; peace! Bel.

O, I am known I'll give no wound to thee. Therefore, good hea. Of many in the army: many years,

vens, Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore Hear patiently my purpose : I'll disrobe me him

Of these Italian weeds, and suit myself From my remembrance. And, besides, the king As does a Briton peasant : 90 I'll fight Hath not deserv'd my service, nor your loves ; Against the part I come with ; so I'll die Who find in my exíle the want of breeding, For thee, O Imogen, even for whom my life The certainty of this hard life ; aye hopeless Is, every breath, a death: and thus, unknown, (1) Confounded by a variety of business.

(6) An account. (7) Noticing us: (2) Encounter, (3) Forces.

(8) Deviating from the right way. (4) Notice. (5) Revolters,

(9) Incite, instigate,

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march over,

Pitied nor hated, to the face of peril

An honest one, I warrant; who deserv'd Myself I'll dedicate. Let me make men know So long a breeding, as his white beard came to, More valour in me, than my habits show. In doing this for his country ;-athwart the lane, Gods, put the strength o'the Leonati in me! He, with two striplings (lads more like to run To shame the guise o'the world, I will begin The country base, 3 than to commit such slaughter; The fashion, less without, and more within. (Exit. || With faces fit for masks, or rather fairer SCENE II.— The same. Enter at one side, Lu-|| Made good the passage ; cry'd to those that fled,

Than those for preservation cas'd, or shame,) cius, Iachimo, and the Roman army; at the Our Britain's harts die fying, not our men : other side, the British army; Leonatus Posthu- To darkness fleet, souls that fly backwards! Stand; mus following it, like a poor soldier., They | Or we are Romans, and will give you that

and go out. Alarums. Then en-|Like beasts, which you shun beastly; and may save, ter again in skirmish, Iachimo and Posthumus : | But to look back in frown: stand, stand. These he vanquisheth and disarmeth Iachimo, and then

three, leaves him.

Three thousand confident, in act as many, lach. The heaviness and guilt within my bosom (For three performers are the file, when all Takes off my manhood : I have belied a lady, The rest do nothing,) with this word, Stand, stand, The princess of this country, and the air on't Accommodated by the place, more charming, Revengingly enfeebles me; Or could this carl,? With their own nobleness (which could have turn'd A very drudge of nature's, have subdu'd me, A distaff to a lance,) gilded pale looks, In my profession? Knighthoods and honours, borne Part, shame, part, spirit renew'd; that some,

turn'd As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn.

coward If that thy gentry, Britain, go before

But by example (0, a sin in war, This lout, as he exceeds our lords, the odds Damn’d in the first beginners :) 'gan to look Is, that we scarce are men, and you are gods. The way that they did, and to grin like lions

(Exit. Upon the pikes o'the hunters.

Then began

A
The battle continues; the Britons fly; Cymbeline | A rout, confusion thick: Forthwith, they fly

stop i'the chaser, a retire; anon, is taken : then enter, to his rescue, Belarius, || Chickens, the way which they stoop'd eagles; slaves, Guiderius, and Arviragus.

The strides they victors made: and now our cowards Bel. Stand, stand! We have the advantage of ||(Like fragments in hard voyages,) became the ground;

The life o'the need; having found the back-door The lane is guarded: nothing routs us, but

open The villany of our fears.

Of the unguarded hearts, Heavens, how they wound! Gui. Arv.

Stand, stand, and fight ! | Some, slain before ; some, dying; some, their friends Enter Posthumus, and seconds the Britons: They Are now each one the slaughterman of twenty:

O'erborne i'the former wave: ten, chac'd by one, rescue Cymbeline, and exeunt. Then, enter Lu- | Those, that would die or ere resist, are grown cius, Iachimo, and Imogen.

The mortal bug s4 o'the field. Luc. Away, boy, from the troops, and save thy- Lord.

This was strange chance : self:

A narrow lane! an old man, and two boys! For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such Post. Nay, do not wonder at it: You are made As war were hood-wink'd.

Rather to wonder at the things you hear, Iach. 'Tis their fresh supplies. || Than to work any.

Will

you rhyme upon't, Luc. It is a day turn'd strangely: Or betimes And vent it for a mockery? Here is one : Let's re-enforce, or ily.

(Exeunt. | Two boys, an old man twice a boy, a lane, SCENE III.-Another part of the field. En. Presery'd the Britons, was the Romans' bane.

Lord. Nay, be not angry, sir. ter Posthumus and a British Lord.

Post.

'Lack, to what end? Lord. Cam'st thou from where they made the Who dares not stand his foe, I'll be his friend : stand?

For if he'll do, as he is made to do,
Post.
I did :

I know, he'll quickly fly my friendship too.
Though you, it seems, come from the fliers. You have put me into rhyme.
Lord.

I did. Lord. Farewell, you are angry. (Exit. Post. No blame be to you, sir; for all was lost, Post. Still going ?- This is a lord? O noble But that the heavens fought: The king himself

misery! Of his wings destitute, the army broken,

To be i'the field, and ask, what news, of me! And but the backs of Britons seen,

To-day, how many would have given their honours Through a strait lane; the enemy full-hearted, To have sav'd their carcasses ? took heel to do't, Lolling the tongue with slaughtering, having work || And yet died too? I, in mine own wo charm’d, More plentiful than tools to do't, struck down Could not find death, where I did hear him groan; Some mortally, some slightly touch'd, some falling|| Nor feel him, where he struck: Being an ugly Merely through fear; that the strait pass was

monster, damm'da

l'Tis strange, he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds, With dead men, hurt behind, and cowards living Sweet words, or hath more ministers than we To die with lengthen'd shame.

That draw his knives i'the war.–Well, I will find Lord. Where was this lane?

him : Post. Close by the battle, ditch'd and wall'd with For being now a favourer to the Roman, turf;

No more a Briton, I have resum'd again Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier,- The part I came in: Fight I will no more,

But yield me to the veriest hind, that shall (1) Clown. (2) Block'd up..

Once touch my shoulder. Great the slaughter is, (3) A country-game called prison-bars, vulgarly prison-base.

(4) Terrors.

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Here made by the Roman; great the answer be mus, with music before them. Then, after other
Britons must take; For me, my ransom's death; music, follow the two young Leonati, brothers
On either side I come to spend my breath; to Posthumus, with wounds, as they died in the
Which neither here I'll keep, nor bear again, wars. They circle Posthumus round, as he lies
But end it by some means for Imogen.

sleeping.
Enter two British Captains, and Soldiers.

Sici. No more, thou thunder-master, show 1 Cap. Great Jupiter be prais'd! Lucius is taken : With Mars fall out, with Juno chide,

Thy spite on mortal flies: 'Tis thought, the old man and his sons were angels.

That thy adulteries
2 Cap. There was a fourth man, in a silly habit,

Rates and revenges.
That gave the affront) with them.

Hath my poor boy done aught but well,
i Cap.

So 'tis reported: Whose face I never saw ?
But none of them can be found.—Stand! who is I died, whilst in the womb he staid
there?

Attending nature's law.
Post. A Roman;

Whose father then (as men report,
Who had not now been drooping here, if seconds

Thou orphans' father art,)
Had answer'd him.

Thou shouldst have been, and shielded him
2 Cap.
Lay hands on him; a dog!

From this earth-vexing smart.
A leg of Rome shall not return to tell,

Moth. Lucina lent not me her aid,
What crows have peck'd them here. He brags bis

But took me in my throes
service

That from me was Posthumus ript;
As if he were of note : bring him to the king.

Came crying ʼmongst his foes,
Enter Cymbeline, attended ; Belarius, Guiderius, A thing of pity!

Sici. Great nature, like his ancestry,
Arviragus, Pisanio, and Roman captives. The

Moulded the stuff so fair,
Captains present Posthumus to Cymbeline, who
delivers him over to a Gaoler : after which, all That he deserv'd the praise ofthe world,

As great Sicilius' heir.

1 Bro. When once he was mature for man, SCENE IV.-A prison. Enter Posthumus, and

In Britain where was he two Gaolers.

That could stand up bis parallel;

Or fruitful object be
1 Gaol. You shall not now be stolen, you have | In eye of Imogen, that best
locks upon you ;

Could deem his dignity?
So, graze, as you find pasture.

Moth. With marriage wherefore was he mock'd, 2 Gaol.

Ay, or a stomach.

To be exild and thrown

[Exeunt Gaolers. From Leonati' seat, and cast
Post. Most welcome, bondage! for thou art a way, From her his dearest one,
I think, to liberty: Yet am I better

Sweet Imogen?
Than one that's sick o'the gout : since he had rather

Sici. Why did you suffer Iachimo,
Groan so in perpetuity, than be cur'd

Slight thing of Italy,
By the sure physician, death ; who is the key To taint his nobler heart and brain
To unbar these locks. My conscience! thou art With needless jealousy ;
fetter'd

And to become the geck and scorn
More than my shanks, and wrists : You good gods, O'the other's villany?
give me

2 Bro. For this, from stiller seats we came, The penitent instrument, to pick that bolt,

Our parents, and us twain,
Then, free for ever! Is't enough, I am sorry? That, striking in our country's cause,
So children temporal fathers do appease;

Fell bravely, and were slain ;
Gods are more full of mercy. Must I repent? Our fealty, and Tenantius' right,
I cannot do it better than in gyves, 2

With honour to maintain.
Desir'd, more than constrain'd: to satisfy,

1 Bro. Like hardiment Posthúmus hath
If of my freedom 'tis the main part, take

To Cymbeline perform'd:
No stricter render of me,

than
my
all.

Then Jupiter, thou king of gods,
I know, you are more clement than vile men,

Why hast thou thus adjourn'd
Who of their broken debtors take a third, The graces for his merits due ;
A sixth, a tenth, letting them thrive again

Being all to dolours turn'd ?
On their abatement; that's not my desire : Sici. Thy crystal window ope; look out;
For Imogen's dear life, take mine ; and though

No longer exercise,
'Tis not so dear, yet 'tis a life; you coin'd it:

Upon a valiant race, thy harsh
'Tween man and man, they weigh not every stamp; And potent injuries :
Though light, take pieces for the figure's sake: Moth. Since, Jupiter, our son is good,
You rather mine, being yours: And so, great powers, Take off his miseries.
If
you will take this audit, take this life,

Sici. Peep through thy marble mansion; help!
And cancel these cold bonds. O Imogen!

Or we poor ghosts will cry
I'll speak to thee in silence. [He sleeps. To the shining synod of the rest,
Solemn music.3 Enter, as an apparition, Sicilius

Against thy deity.
Leonatus, father to Posthumus, an old man,

2 Bro. Help, Jupiter ; or we appeal,

And from thy justice fly. attired like a warrior ; leading in his hand an ancient Matron, his wife, and mother to Posthu-|Jupiter descends in thunder and lightning, sitting

upon an Eagle ; he throws a thunder-bolt. The (1) Encounter. (2) Fetters.

Ghosts fall on their knees.
(3) This scene is supposed not to be Shakspeare's,
but foisted in by the Players for mere show.

(4) The fool.

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