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The dogs o'the street to bay me
Be call'd Posthumnus Leonatus; and
Be villany less than 'twas! O Imogen,
My queen, my life, my wife! O Imogen,
Imogen, Imogen !

Imo. Peace, my lord; hear, bear-
Post. Shall's have a play of this ? Thou scorn-
ful page,
There lie thy part. [Striking her: she falls.
Pis. O gentlemen, help, help
Mine, and your mistress :-O my lord Post-1 further know not.

húmus!

You ne'er kill'd Imogen till now ;-Help,
help!-
Mine houour'd lady!

Cym. Does the world go round?

Post. How come these staggers on me?
Pis. Wake, my mistress?

Cym. If this be so, the gods do mean to
strike me

To death with mortal joy

Cym. The tune of Imogen!
Pis. Lady.

every villain

Pis. How fares my mistress?

Imo. O get thee from my sight;

Thou gav'st me poison: dangerous fellow, hence !
Breathe not where princes are.

The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if
That box I gave you was not thought by me
A precious thing: I had it from the queen.
Cym. New matter still?

Imo. It poison'd me.

Cor. O gods !

I left out one thing which the queen confess'd,
Which must approve thee honest: If Pisanio
Have, said she, given his mistress that confec

tion

Which I gave him for a cordial, she is serv'd
As I would serve a rat.

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If I discover'd not which way she was gone,
It was my instant death: By accident,
I had a feigned letter of my master's
Then in my pocket; which directed him
To seek her on the mountains near to Milford;
Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments,
Which he inforc'd from me, away he posts
With unchaste purpose, and with oath to vio.
late

Now fear is from me, I'll speak truth. Lo
Cloten,

• Mix, compound.

My lady's honour: what became of him,

Gui. Let me end the story:

I slew him there.

Cym. Marry, the gods forfend! •

I would not thy good deeds should from my
lips

Pluck a hard sentence: pr'ythee, valiant youth,
Deny't again.

Gui. I have spoke it, and I did it.

Cym. He was a prince.

Gui. A most uncivil one: The wrongs he did

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They were not born for bondage.
Cym. Why, old soldier,
Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for
By tasting of our wrath? How of descent
As good as we ?

Arv. In that he spake too far.

Cym. And thou shalt die for't.
Bel. We will die all three,

But I will prove that two of us are as good
As I have given out him.-My sons, I must,

For mine own part, unfold a dangerous speech,
Though, haply, well for you.

Aru. Your danger is

Our's.

Gui. And our good his.

Bel. Have at it then.

[who

By leave-Thou had'st, great king, a subject,
Was call'd Belarius.

Cym. What of him? he is

A banish'd traitor.

Bel. He it is, that bath

Assum'd this age: indeed, a banish'd man ;
I know not how, a traitor.

Cym. Take him hence;

The whole world shall not save him.
Bel. Not too hot :

First pay me for the nursing of thy sons;
And let it be confiscate all, so soon
As I have receiv'd it.

Cym. Nursing of my sons?

Bel. I am too blunt and saucy: Here's my
knee;
Ere I arise I will prefer my sons;
Then, spare not the old father. Mighty Sir,
These two young gentlemen, that call me fa-

ther,

And think they are my sons, are none of mine ;
They are the issue of your loins, my liege,

Upon my lady's missing, came to me
With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth, And blood of your begetting.

and swore,

Cym. How! my issue?

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Bel. So sure as you your father's. 1, old Why fled you from the court? and whither ?
Morgan,

These,

Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd:
Your pleasure was my mere offence, my pun-I
ishment

And your three motives to the battle, with
know not how much more, should be de-
manded;

Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'd,
Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes
(For such, and so they are,) these twenty

And all the other by-dependancies.
From chance to chance; but nor the time, nor
place,

Will serve our long intergatories. See,
Posthumus anchors upon Imogen ;

And she like harmless lightning, throws her eye
On him, her brothers, me, her master; hitting
Each object with a joy; the counterchange
Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground,
And smoke the temple with our sacrifices.-
Thou art my brother; So we'll hold thee ever.
[To BELARIUS.
Imo. You are my father too: and did re-
relieve me,

years

Have I train'd up: those arts they have, as I
Could put into them; my breeding was, Sir,

as

Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile,
Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these chil-

dren

Upon my banishment; I mov'd her to't;
Having receiv'd the punishment before,
For that which I did then: Beaten for loyalty
Excited me to treason: Their dear loss,
The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shap'd
Unto my end of stealing them. But, gracious
Sir,

Here are your sons again; and I must lose
Two of the sweet'st companions in the world :-
The benediction of these covering heavens
Fall on their beads like dew! for they are
worthy

To inlay heaven with stars.

Cym. Thou weep'st, and speak'st.

The service, that you three have done, is more
Unlike than this thou tell'st: I lost my chil-

dren:

derius;

This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus,
Your younger princely son; he, Sir, was lapp'd
lu a most curious mantle wrought by the
hand

Of his queen mother, which, for more pro-
bation,

I can with ease produce.

Cym. Guiderius had

Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star;

It was a mark of wonder.

If these be they, I know not how to wish

A pair of worthier sons.

Bel. Be pleas'd a while.

This gentleman, whom I call Polydore,

Most worthy prince, as your's, is true, Gui-1 will yet do you service.

Iach. I am down again:

Bel. This is he;

Who bath upon him still that natural stamp ;
It was wise nature's end in the donation,

To be his evidence now.

Cym. O what am I

A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother
Rejoic'd deliverance more: Bless'd may you

be,

That after this strange starting from your orbs,
You may reign in them now!-0 Imogen,
Thou hast lost by this a kingdom.
Imo. No, my lord;

I have got two worlds" by't.-O my gentle
brothers,

Have we thus met? O never say hereafter,
But I am truest speaker: you call'd me brother,
When I was but your sister; I you brothers,
When you were so indeed.

Cym. Did you e'er meet?

Arv. Ay, my good lord.

Gui. And at first meeting lov'd;
Continued so, until we thought he died.
Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd.
Cym. O rare instinct !

When shall I bear all through? This fierce
abridgment

Hath to it circumstantial branches, which
Distinction should be rich in. Where? how
liv'd you?
And when came you to serve our Roman cap-
tive?
How parted with your brothers? how first met

them?

To see this gracious season.
Cym. All overjoy'd,

Save these in bonds: let them be joyful too,
For they shall taste our comfort.
Imo. My good master,

Vehement, rapid. te. Which ought to be rendered distinct in an ample narrative.

[Kneeling.

Luc. Happy be you!

Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought, He would have well becom'd this place, and grac'd

The thankings of a king.
Post. I am, Sir,

The soldier that did company these three
In poor beseeming; 'twas a fitment for
The purpose I then follow'd ;-That I was he,
Speak, lachimo: I had you down, and might
Have made you finish.

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Arv. You holp us, Sir,

As you did mean indeed to be our brother;
Joy'd are we, that you are.

Post. Your servant, princes.-Good my lord
of Rome,

Call forth your soothsayer: As I slept, me-
thought,

Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back,
Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows⚫
of mine own kindred: when I wak'd, I found
This label on my bosom; whose containing
Is so from sense in hardness, that I can
Make no collection of it; let him show
His skill in the construction.

Luc. Philarmonus,

Sooth. Here, my good lord.

Luc. Read and declare the meaning.
Sooth. [Reads.] When as a lion's whelp
shall, to himself unknown, without seeking
find, and be embraced by a piece of tender
air; and when from a stately cedar shall be
lopped branches, which,being dead many years,
shall after revive, be jointed to the old stock,
and freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end
his miseries, Britain be fortunate, and flourish
in peace and plenty.
Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp;
The fit and apt construction of thy name,
Being Leo-natus, doth import so much:
The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter,
[To CYMBELINE.
Which we call mollis aer; and mollis aer

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We term it mulier : which mulier, I divine, Is this most constant wife: who, even now, Answering the letter of the oracle,

Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about With this most tender air.

Cym. This hath some seeming.

Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, Personates thee; and thy lopp'd

branches

point

Thy two sons forth: who, by Belarius stolen, For many years thought dead, are now reviv'd, To the majestic cedar join'd; whose issue Promises Britain peace and plenty.

Cym. Well,

By peace we will begin :-And, Caius Lucius,
Although the victor, we submit to Cesar,
And to the Roman empire; promising
To pay our wonted tribute, from the which
We were dissuaded by our wicked queen ;
Whom heavens, in justice, (both on her and
her's)

Have laid most heavy hand.

Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do

tune

The harmony of this peace. The vision
Which I made known to Lucius, ere the stroke
Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant
Is full accomplish'd: For the Roman eagle,
From south to west on wing soaring aloft,
Lessen'd herself, and in the beams o'the sun
So vanish'd; which foreshow'd our princely
eagle,

The imperial Cesar, should again unite His favour with the radiant Cymbeline, Which shines here in the west.

Friendly together: so through Lud's march:

town

From our bless'd altars! Publish we this peace
To all our subjects. Set we forward: Let
A Romau and a British ensign wave

• Riso.

And in the temple of great Jupiter

Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts.Set on there :-Never was a war did cease, Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a [Excunt peace.

Cym. Laud we the gods;

And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils

A SONG,

Sung by Guiderius and Arviragus over Fidele, supposed

to be dead.

BY WILLIAM COLLINS.

To fair Fidele's grassy tomb,

Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove; But shepherd lads assemble here,

And melting virgins own their love.
No wither'd witch shall here be seen,

No goblins lead their nightly crew :
The female fays shall haunt the green,
And dress thy grave with pearly dew.
The red-breast oft at evening hours
Shall kindly lend his little aid,
With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers,

To deck the ground where thou art laid.
When howling winds and beating rain.
In tempests shake the sylvan cell:
Or midst the chase on every plain,

The tender thought on thee shall dwell.
Each lonely scene shall thee restore;
For thee the tear be duly shed:
Belov'd, till life could charm no more;
And mourn'd, till pily's self be dead.

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KING LEAR.

LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE.

THE subject of this interesting tragedy, which was probably written in 1605, is derived from an old historical
ballad, founded on a story in Holinshed's Chronicles, and originally told by Geoffery of Monmouth. "Leir
(says the Welsh historian) was the eldest son of Bladud, nobly governed his country for sixty years, and
died about 800 years before Christ." Camden tells a similar story of Isra, king of the West Saxons, and his
three daughters.---The episode of Gloster and his sous is taken from Sidney's Arcadia. Tate, the laureat, greatly
altered, and in a degree polished this play, inserting new scenes or passages, and transposing or omitting
others in particular, he avoided its original heart-rending catastrophe, by which the virtue of Cordelia was
suffered to perish in a just cause, contrary to the natural ideas of justice, to the hope of the reader, and to
the facts of the ancient narrative. He also introduced Edgar to the audience as the suitor of Cordelia, can-
celling the excellent scene in which, after being rejected as dowerless, by Burgundy, her misfortunes
and her goodness recommend her to the love of the king of France. Yet the restauration of the king, and
the final happiness of Cordelia, have been censured (in the Spectator especially) as at variance with trne
tragic feeling and poetical beauty: although it may fairly be presumed, since mankind naturally love jus-
tice, that an attention to its dictates will never make a play worse, and that an audience will generally rise
more satisfied where persecuted virtue is rewarded and triumphaut. Lear's struggles against his accumu
lated injuries, and his own strong feelings of sorrow and indignation, are exquisitely drawn. The daughters
severally working him up to madness, and his finally falling a martyr to that malady, is a more deep and
skilful combination of dramatic portraiture than can be found in any other writer. "There is no play
(says Dr. Johnson,) which keeps the attention so constantly fixed; which so much agitates our passions
and interests our curiosity." The celebrated Dr. Warton, who minutely criticised this play in the
Adventurer, objected to the instances of cruelty, as too savage and too shocking. But Johnson observes,
that the barbarity of the daughters is an historical fact, to which Shakspeare has added little, although he
cannot so readily apologize for the extrusion of Gloster's eyes, which is too horrid an act for dramatic exhi-
bition, and such as must always compel the mind to relieve its distresses by incredulity. Colman, as well
as Tate, re-modelled this celebrated Drama, but it is acted, with trifling variations, on the original plan

of the latter.

CURAN, a Courtier.

OLD MAN, Tenant to Gloster.

PHYSICIAN. FOOL.

DRAMATIS PERSONE.

LEAR, King of Britain.
KING OF FRANCE.
DUKE OF BURGUNDY.
DUKE OF CORNWALL.

DUKE OF ALBANY.

EARL OF KENT.

EARL OF GLOSTER.

EDGAR, Son to Gloster.
EDMUND, Bastard Son to Gloster.

OSWALD, Steward to Goneril.

An OFFICER, employed by Edmund.
GENTLEMAN, Attendant on Cordelia,
A HERALD.

SERVANTS to Cornwall.

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Knights attending on the King, Officers, Mes-
sengers, Soldiers, and Attendants.

Enter KENT, GLOSTER, and EDMUND. Kent, I thought the king had more affected the duke of Albany than Cornwall. Glo. It did always seem so to us: but now, in he division of the kingdom, it appears not which the dukes he values most; for equalities are weigh'd, that curiosity in neither can make choice of either's moiety. +

• Exactest scrutiny.

Part or division.

GONERIL",

REGAN,
CORDELIA,

SCENE, Britain.

Daughters to Lear.

ACT I.

Kent. Is not this your son, my lord?

Glo. His breeding, Sir, hath been at my SCENE I-A Room of State in King LEAR'S charge: I have so often blush'd to acknowledge

Palace.

him, that now I am brazed to it.
Kent. I cannot conceive you.

Glo. Sir, this young fellow's mother could:
whereupon she grew round-wombed; and had,
indeed, Sir, a son for her cradle, ere she had a
husband for her bed. Do you smell a fault?
Kent. I cannot wish the fault undone, the
issue of it being so proper.

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Glo. But I have, Sir, a son, by order of law, some year elder than this, who yet is no dearer

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in my account: though this knave came some- | No less in space, validity, and pleasure,
what saucily into the world before he was sent Than that confirm'd on Goneril.-Now, our joy,
for, yet his mother was fair; there was good Although the last, not least; to whose young
sport at his making, and the whoreson must be
love
acknowledged. Do you know this noble gentle-
man, Edmund ?

Edm. No, my lord.

Glo. My lord of Kent: remember him here- A third more opulent than your sisters? Speak. after as my honourable friend. Edm. My services

Cor. Nothing, my lord.

your lordship.

Lear. Nothing?

Kent. I must love you, and sue to know you better.

Edm. Sir, I shall study deserving.

Glo. He hath been out nine years, and away he shall again :-The king is coming. [Trumpets sound within

Enter LEAR, CORNWALL, ALBANY, GONERIL,
REGAN, CORDELIA, and Attendants.

Lear. Attend the lords of France and BurGloster. [gundy, [Exeunt GLOSTER and EDMUND. Lear. Meantime we shall express our darker

Glo. I shall, my liege.

purpose.

Give me the map there.-Know, that we have divided,

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In three, our kingdom and 'tis our fast intent
To shake all cares and business from our age;
Conferring them on younger strengths, while we
Unburden'd crawl toward death.-Our sou of
Cornwall,

And you, our no less loving son of Albany,
We have this hour a constant will to publish
Our daughter's several dowers, that

future

strife

May be prevented now. The princes, France and Burgundy,

Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love, Long in our court have made their amorous [daughters,

sojourn,

And here are to be answer'd.-Tell me, my
(Since now we will divest us, both of rule,
Interest of territory, cares of state,)
Which of you, shall we ay, doth love us most?
That we our largest bounty may extend
Where merit doth most challenge it.-Goneril,
Our eldest-born, speak first.

Gon. Sir, I

[matter

Do love you more than words can wield the
Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty;
Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare;
No less than life, with grace, health, beauty,

honour:

The vines of France, and milk of Burgundy,
Strive to be interess'd: what can you say, to
draw

And prize me at her worth. In my true heart,
I find she names my very deed of love;
Only she comes too short,-that I profess
Myself an enemy to all other joys,

[sesses;

Which the most precious square of sense pos-
And find I am alone felicitate §
In your dear highness' love.

Cor. Then poor Cordelia !

And yet not so; since, I am sure, my love's
More richer than my tongue.

Lear. To thee and thine, hereditary ever
Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom;

More secret.
* Comprehension.

Cor. Nothing.

Lear. Nothing can come of nothing: speak

Determined resolution.

Made happy.

again.

Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
My heart into my mouth: I love your majesty
According to my bond; nor more, nor less.
Lear. How, how, Cordelia? mend your
speech a little,

Lest it may mar your fortunes.
Cor. Good my lord,

You have begot ine, bred me, lov'd me: I
Return those duties back as are right fit,
Obey you, love you, and most honour you.
Why have my sisters husbands, if they say,
They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed,
That lord, whose hand must take my plight,
shall carry

Half my love with him, half my care, and duty:
Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters,
To love my father all?

Lear. But goes this with thy heart?
Cor. Ay, good my lord.

Lear. So young, and so untender?
Cor. So young, my lord, and true.
Lear. Let it be so.-Thy truth then be thy

dower:

For, by the sacred radiance of the sun;
The mysteries of Hecate, and the night;
By all the operations of the orbs,
From whom we do exist, and cease to be;
Here I disclaim all my paternal care,
And as a stranger to my heart and me
Propinquity and property of blood,
Hold thee, from this, for ever. The barbarous

As much as child e'er lov'd, or father found:
A love that makes breath poor, and speech

silent.

unable; Beyond all manner of so much I love you. Cor. What shall Cordelia do? Love, and be [Aside. from this champains With plenteous rivers and wide-skirted meads,

Lear. Of all these bounds, even line to this,

With shadowy forests and with

rich'd,

We make thee lady: To thine and Albany's With reservation of a hundred knights,

issue

Be

this

[daughter,
perpetual. What
second
says our
Our dearest Regan, wife to Cornwall? Speak.
Reg. I am made of that self metal as my

By you to be sustain'd, shall our abode [retain
Make with you by due turns. Only we still
The name, and all the additions ¶ to a king;

sister,

The sway,

Scythian,

Or he that makes his generation | messes
To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom
Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and reliev'd,
As thou my sometime daughter.
Kent. Good my liege,-

Lear. Peace, Kent!

Come not between the dragon and his wrath:
I lov'd her most, and thought to set my rest
On her kind nursery.-Heuce, and avoid my
sight!-
[To CORDELIA.
So be my grave my peace, as here I give
Her father's heart from her !-Call France ;-

Who stirs ?

Call Burgundy,-Cornwall and Albany,
With my two daughter's dowers digest this

Revenue, execution of the rest,
Beloved sons, be your's: which to confirm,
This coronet part between you.

Kent.

[Giving the Crown.
whom I have ever honour'd as my king,
Lov'd as my father, as my master follow'd,
[Aside. As my great patron thought on in my prayers,
Lear. The bow is bent and drawn, make

from the shaft.

third:

Let pride, which she calls plainness, marry her.
I do invest you jointly with my power,
Pre-eminence, and all the large effects
That troop with majesty.-Ourself, by monthly

• Valne.

t Interess'd, has the same meaning asinterested: thoug one is derived from the French, the other from the

Latin.

I His children.

1 Kindred,

From this time,
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