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That, otherwise than noble nature did,
Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest
In this sad wreck? How came it? Who is it?
What art thou ?

Imo. I am nothing: or if not,
Nothing to be were better. This was my master,
A very valiant Briton, and a good,
That here by mountaineers lies sain :- Alas !
There are no inore such masters : I may wander
From east to occident, cry out for service,
Try many, all good, serve truly, never
Find such another master.

Luc. 'Lack, good youth !
Thou mov'st no lefs with thy complaining, than
Thy master in bleeding: Say his name, good friend.

Imo. Richard du Champ. If I do lye, and do
No harın by it, though the gods hear, I hope [Afide.
They'll pardon it. Say you, sir?

Luc. Thy name?
Imo, Fidele, sir.
Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the

approve thyself the very fame :
Thy name well fits thy faith ; thy faith, thy name.
Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say,
Thou shalt be so well master'd ; but, be sure,

ing phrases; the question therefore is, who has altered this picture, so as to make it otherwise than nature did it. JOHNSON.

Olivia speaking of her own beauty as of a picture, aiks Viola if it " is not well done?" Steevens.

2 Richard du Champ.-) Shakspeare was indebted for his modern names (which sometimes are mixed with ancient ones) as well as his anachronisms, to the fashionable novels of his time. In a collection of stories, entitled A Petite Palace of Petrie his Pleasure, 1576, I find the following circumstances of ignorance and absurdity. In the story of the

Horatii and the Curiatii, the roaring of cannons is mentioned. Cephalus and Procris are said to be of the court of Venice; and “that her father wrought fo with the duke, that this Cephalus was fent post in ambassage to the Turke.

-Eriphile, after the death of her husband Amphiaraus, (the Theban prophet) calling to mind the affection wherein Don Infortunio was drowned cowards her," &c. &c. STISVENS,


No less belov'd.' The Roman emperor's letters,
Sent by a consul to me, should not sooner
Than thine own worth prefer thee : Go with me.

Imo. I'll follow, sir. But, first, an't please the gods,
I'll hide my master from the fies, as deep
As 3 these poor pick-axes can dig: and when
With wild wood-leaves and weeds I have strew'd his

And on it said a century of prayers,
Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep, and figh;
And, leaving so his service, follow you,
So please you entertain me.

Luc. Ay, good youth;
And rather father thee, than master thee.
My friends,
The boy hath taught us manly duties : Let us
Find out the prettiest daizy'd plot we can,
And make him with our pikes and partizans
A grave: Come, + arm him.-Boy, he is preferr'd
By thee to us; and he shall be interr'd,
As foldiers can. Be chearful; wipe thine eyes :
Some falls are means the happier to arise. (Exeunt.

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Enter Cymbeline, Lords, and Pisanio. Cym. Again; and bring me word, how 'tis with her.

A fever

-arm him.

these poor pick-axes-] Meaning her fingers.

JOHNSON. -] That is, Take him up in your arms.

HANMER. s Combeline's palace.] This scene is omitted against all autho. rity by fir T. Hanmer. It is indeed of no great use in the progress of the fable, yet it makes a regular preparation for the Dext act. JOHNSON.


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A fever with the absence of her son ;
A madness, of which her life's in danger :

How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen,
The great part of my comfort, gone: my queen
Upon a desperate bed; and in a time
When fearful wars point at me: her son gone,
So needful for this present: It strikes me, palt
The hope of comfort.-But for thee, fellow,
Who needs must know of her departure, and
Doft seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee
By a sharp torture.

Pif. Sir, my life is yours,
I humbly set it at your will: But, for my mistress,
I nothing know where she remains, why gone,
Nor when she purposes return. 'Beseech

'Befeech your high-
Hold me your loyal servant.

Lord. Good my liege,
The day that she was missing, he was here:
I dare be bound he's true, and shall perform
All parts of his subjection loyally. For Cloten,
There wants no diligence in seeking him,
And will, no doubt, be found.

Cym. The cime is troublesome;
We'll Nip you for a season; but? our jealousy [To Pif.
Does yet depend.

The fa&t is, that fir Thomas Hanmer has inserted this fup-
posed omission as the eight scene of A& III. The scene which
in Dr. Johnson's first edition is the eighth of A& III. is printed
in a small letter under it in Hanmer's, on a supposition that it
was spurious. In this impreslion it is the third scene of A& IV.
and that which in Johnson is the eighth scene of Act IV. is in
this the seventh scene. STEEVENS.
6 And will, -] I think it should be read :
And he'll,

STEEVENS. our jealousy Does yet depend.] My suspicion is yet undetermined ; if I do not condemn you, I likewise have not acquitted you. We now say, the cause is depending. JOHNSON.


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Lord. So please your majesty,
The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn,
Are landed on your coaft; with a supply
Of Roman gentlemen, by the senate sent.

Cym. Now for the counsel of my son, and queen!
I am amaz'd with matters.

Lord. Good my liege, 9 Your preparation can affront no less Than what you hear of: come more, for more you're

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
What can from Italy annoy us; but
We grieve at chances here.----Away. [Exeunt.

Pis. 'I heard no letter from my master, since
I wrote him, Imogen was Nain: 'Tis strange:
Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise
To yield me often tidings: Neither know I
What is berid to Cloten; but remain
Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work:
Wherein I am false, I am honeft; not true, to be true.
These present wars shall find I love my country,
Even to the note oʻthe king, or I'll fall in them.

& I am amaz’d with matter.] i. e. confounded by variety of bufiness. So in King Jobn:

I am amaz'd methinks, and lose my way,

Among the thorns and dangers of this world. STEEVENS. , Your preparation, &c.] Your forces are able to face fuch an army as we hear the enemy will bring againft us. JOHNSON. I heard no letter---) I suppose we should read with Hanmer,

I've had no letter, STEEVENS. Perhaps, " I heard no later." MUSGRAVE.

Perhaps letter here means, not an epiftle, but the elemental part of a syllable. This might have been a phrase in Shakspeare's time. We yet say—I have not beard a syllable from him.

MALONE. to the note o' the king, -] I will so distinguish myfelf, the king shall remark my valour. JOHNSON. 4



All other doubts, by time let them be clear’d: Fortune brings in some boats, that are not steer'd.


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Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.
Guid. The noise is round about us.
Bel. Let us from it.

Arv. What pleasure, fir, find we in life, to lock ic From action and adventure ?

Guid. Nay, what hope
Have we in hiding us? this way, the Romans
Must or for Britons slay us; or receive us
For barbarous and unnatural revolts
During their use, and Nay us after.

Bel. Sons,
We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us.
To the king's party there's no going: newness
Of Cloten’s death(we being not known, normuster'd?
Among the bands) may drive us to 4 a render
Where we have liv'd; and so extort from us that
Which we have done, s whose answer would be death
Drawn on wich torture.

Guid. This is, sir, a doubt,


nor muster'd] Folio,
-net mufter'd. MALONE.

a render Where we have liv'd;] An account of our place of abode. This dialogue is a just representation of the superfluous caution of an old man. JOHNSOX. Render is used in a similar sense in Timon, act V. And sends us forth to make their sorrow'd render.

STEVENS. 5 whose answer] The retaliation of the death of Cloten woulú be death, &c. JOHNSON. VOL. IX.


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