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discharge :-Your neck, sir, is pen, book, and counters; so the acquittance follows.
Poft. I am merrier to die, than thou art to live.
Gaol. Indeed, fir, he that seeps feels not the tooth-ach: But a man that were to Neep your neep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think, he would change places with his officer: for, look you, fir, you know not which way you shall go.
Post. Yes, indeed, do I, fellow.
Geol. Your death has eyes in's head then; I have not seen him so pictur’d: you must either be directed by some that take upon them to know; or take upon yourself that, which I am sure you do not know; or 'jump the after-enquiry on your own peril: and how you shall speed in your journey's end, I think, you'll 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.
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.
Enter a Messenger. Mes. Knock off his manacles; bring your prisoner to the king.
Poft. Thou bring'st good news; I am call'd to be made free.
Gaol. I'll be hang'd then.
Post. Thou shalt be then freer than a gaoler; no bolts for the dead. [Exeunt Posthumus, and Messenger.
Gaol. Unless a man would marry a gallows, and
-jump the after-enquiry-) That is, venture at it without thought. So Macbeth: We'd jump the life to come." JOANSON.
beget young gibbets, ’ I never saw one fo prone. Yet, on my conscience, there are verier knaves desire to live, for all he be a Roman: and there be some of them too, that die 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. [Exit.
Enter Cymbeline, Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus,
Pisanio, and Lords. 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, Whose rags sham'd gilded arms, whose naked breast Stept before targe of proof, cannot be found :
- I never saw one fo prone. -] i. e. forward. In this sense the word is used in Wilfride Holme's poem, entitled The Fall and evil Success of Rebellion, &c. 9537 :
“ Thus lay they in Doncatter, with curtal and serpentine,
• With bombard and basilisk, with men prone and vigorows." Again in Sir A. Gorges' tranflation of the fixth book of Lucan:
Theffalian fierie iteeds “ For use of war so prone and fit." STEVENS. 3 Scene V.) Let those who talk so confidently about the skill of Shakspeare's contemporary, Jonson, point out the conclufion of any one of his plays which is wrought with more artifice, and yet a less degree of dramatic violence than this. In the scene before us, all the surviving characters are assembled ; and at the expence of whatever incongruity the former events may have been produced, perhaps little can be discovered on this occasion to offend the most scrupulous advocate for regularity : and, I think, as little is found wanting to satisfy the spectator by a catastrophe which is intricate without confufion, and not more rich in ornament than in nature.
He shall be happy that can find him, if
grace can make him fo.
Cym. No tidings of him?
Cym. To my grief, I am
(To Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. By whom, I grant, she lives: 'Tis now the time To alk of whence you are report it.
Cym. Bow your knees :
-one that promis'd nought But beggary and poor looks.] But how can it be said, that one, whose poor looks promise beggary, promised poor looks too? It was not the poor look which was promised ; that was visible. We muft read:
But beggary and poor luck. This sets the matter right, and makes Belarius speak sense and to the purpose. For there was the extraordinary thing; he promised nothing but poor luck, and yet performed all thele wonders.
WARBURTON. To promise nothing but poor looks, may be, to give no promise of couragcous behaviour. " JOHNSON. So in K. Richard II.
“ To look so poorly and to speak so fair.” Steevens.
-knights o' the battle ;-] *Thus in Stowe's Chronicle, p. 164, edit. 1615:." Philip of France made Arthur Plantagenet knight of the fielde." STEEVENS.
Enter Cornelius, and Ladies.
There's business in these faces :- Why so sadly
Cor. Hail, great king!
Cym. Whom worse than a physician
Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life;
Cym. Pr’ythee, say.
Cor. Firit, she confess’d she never lov'd you; only
Cym. She alone knew this:
Cor. Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to love
Cym. O most delicate fiend ! Who is't can read a woman? - Is there more? Cor. More, sir, and worse. She did confess, she
had For you a mortal mineral ; which, being took, Should by the minute feed on life, and ling’ring,
By inches waste you: In which time she purpos’d,
Cym. Heard you all this, her women?
Cym. Mine eyes
vicious, To have mistrusted her: yet, O my daughter ! That it was folly in me, thou may'st say, And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven inend all !
Enter Lucius, Iachimo, and other Rognan prisoners ;
Posthumus behind, and Imogen. Thou com'st not, Caius, now for tribute ; that The Britons have raz'd out, though with the loss Of many a bold one; whose kinsmen have made fuit, That their good souls may be appeas'd with Naughter Of you their captives, which ourself have granted : So, think of your estate.
Luc. Consider, sir, the chance of war: the day Was yours by accident; had it gone with us, We should not, when the blood was cold, have
threaten'd Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives May be call'd ransom, let it come: sufficeth, A Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer: