This tablet lay upon his breast, wherein [Ascends. Sici. He came in thunder; his celestial breath More sweet than our blest fields: his royal bird All. Thanks, Jupiter! IIO Sici. The marble pavement closes, he is enter'd 120 His radiant roof. Away! and, to be blest, Let us with care perform his great behest. [The Ghosts vanish. Post. [Waking] Sleep, thou hast been a grandsire, and begot A father to me; and thou hast created A mother and two brothers: but, O scorn! And so I am awake. Poor wretches that depend rare one! Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment 116. his ascension is more sweet than our blest fields, he ascends with an odour sweeter than that of the Elysian fields of asphodel. 118. cloys, claws, trims. 134. fangled, 130 bedizened, Nobler than that it covers: let thy effects [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 140 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.' 'Tis still a dream, or else such stuff as madmen Re-enter Gaolers. First Gaol. Come, sir, are you ready for death? Post. Over-roasted rather; ready long ago. First Gaol. Hanging is the word, sir: if you be ready for that, you are well cooked. Post. So, if I prove a good repast to the spectators, the dish pays the shot. 150 First Gaol. A heavy reckoning for you, sir. But the comfort is, you shall be called to no 160 more payments, fear no more tavern-bills; which are often the sadness of parting, as the procuring of mirth: you come in faint for want of meat, depart reeling with too much drink; sorry that 147. Tongue and brain not, speak without any meaning. 151. for sympathy, because of the agreement in the circum stances described, with mine. Shakespeare never uses the word in the strict Greek sense, 'fellowfeeling.' you have paid too much, and sorry that you are paid too much; purse and brain both empty; the brain the heavier for being too light, the purse too light, being drawn of heaviness: of this contradiction you shall now be quit. O, the charity of a penny cord! it sums up thou- 170 sands in a trice: you have no true debitor and creditor but it; of what's past, is, and to come, the discharge your neck, sir, is pen, book and counters; so the acquittance follows. Post. I am merrier to die than thou art to live. First Gaol. Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache: but a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think he would change places with his officer; 180 for, look you, sir, you know not which way you shall go. Post. Yes, indeed do I, fellow. First Gaol. Your death has eyes in 's head then; I have not seen him so pictured: you must either be directed by some that take upon them to know, or to take upon yourself that which I am sure you do not know, or jump the after inquiry on your own peril: and how you shall speed in your journey's end, I think you'll 190 never return to tell one. Post. I tell thee, fellow, there are none want eyes to direct them the way I am going, but such as wink and will not use them. First Gaol. What an infinite mock is this, that a man should have the best use of eyes to see the way of blindness! I am sure hanging's the way of winking. 165. are paid, are punished. 188. jump, hazard. 198. winking, closing the eyes. Enter a Messenger. Mess. Knock off his manacles; bring your prisoner to the king. Post. Thou bring'st good news; I am called to be made free. First Gaol. I'll be hang'd then. Post. Thou shalt be then freer than a gaoler; no bolts for the dead. [Exeunt all but the First Gaoler. First Gaol. Unless a man would marry a gallows and beget young gibbets, I never saw one so prone. Yet, on my conscience, there are 200 verier knaves desire to live, for all he be a Roman: and there be some of them too that die 210 against their wills; so should I, if I were one. I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good; O, there were desolation of gaolers and gallowses! I speak against my present profit, but my wish hath a preferment in 't. SCENE V. Cymbeline's tent. [Exit. Enter CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRAGUS, PISANIO, Lords, Officers, and Attendants. Cym. Stand by my side, you whom the gods have made Preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart That the poor soldier that so richly fought, wish would spoil my profits as gaoler, but get me a better place. R Stepp'd before targes of proof, cannot be found: Our grace can make him so. Bel. I never saw Such noble fury in so poor a thing; Such precious deeds in one that promised nought The heir of his reward; [To Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus] which I will add To you, the liver, heart and By whom I grant she lives. Bel. brain of Britain, 'Tis now the time Sir, In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen: Cym. Bow your knees. 20 Arise my knights o' the battle: I create you Companions to our person and will fit you Enter CORNELIUS and Ladies. There's business in these faces. Why so sadly Cor. The queen is dead. Cym. Who worse than a physician 5. targes of proof, shields of tried quality. 14. the liver, regarded, like the heart, as the seat of courage. |