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A shop of all the qualities that man
Cym. I stand on fire.
Iach. All too soon I shall,
Cym. Nay, nay, to the purpose.
lach. Your daughter's chastity—there it begins.
last quotation from Scaliger well explains what Shakespeare meant by-brief nature ;-i. e. inelaborate, hafty, and careless as to the elegance of form, in respect of art, which uses the peculiar address, above explained, to arrive at perfection.
WARBURTON. I cannot help adding, that passages of this kind are but weak proofs that the poet was conversant with what we call at present the fine arts. The pantheons of his own age (several of which I have seen) give a most minute and particular account of the different degrees of beauty imputed to the different deities; and as Shakespeare had at least an opportunity of reading Chapman's trallation of Homer, the first part of which was published in 1596, and with additions in 1598, he might have taken these ideas from thence, without being at all indebted to his own particular observation or knowledge of the fine arts. It is surely more for the honour of our poet to remark how well he has employed the little knowledge he appears to have had of ftatuary or mythology, than from his frequent allusions to them to suppose he was intimately acquairted with either. Steev.
Upon his honour'd finger, to attain
Poft. Ay, so thou do'st, [Coming forward,
$o in Aniony and Cleopatra ;
“ He has desery'd it, were it carbuncled
That all the abhorred things o' the earth amend,
Imo. Peace, my lord; hear, hear
Post. Shall's have a play of this ? Thou scornful page, there lie thy part.
[Striking her, she falls. Pif
. Oh, gentlemen, help,
Cym. Does the world go round?
Cym. If this be so, the gods do mean to strike me
Pif. How fares my mistress ?
Imo. O, get thee from my sight;
Cym. The tune of Imogen!
Pif: Lady, the gods throw stones of 'sulphur on
Cym. New matter still?
and she herself.] That is, She was not only the temple of virtue, but virtue herself. JOHNSON.
!- these flaggers-] This wild and delirious perturbation. Staggers is the horse's apoplexy. JOHNSON.
Imo. It poison'd me.
Cor. Oh gods!
Cym. What's this, Cornelius ?
Cor. The queen, Sir, very oft importun'd me
Imo. Most like I did, for I was dead.
your wedded lady from
% Think, that you are upon a rock; and now Throw me again.
? Think, that you are upon a rock ;-) In this speech, or in the answer, there is little meaning. I suppose, ine would fay, Consider such another act as equally fatal to me with precipitation from a rock, and now let me see whether you will repeat it. Johnson.
Perhaps only a stage direction is wanting to clear this passage from obscurity. Imogen first upbraids her husband for the violent treatment he had just experienced; then confident of the return of paflion which she knew must succeed to the difcovery of her innocence, the poet might have meant her to rush into his arms, and while he clung about him faft, to dare him to throw her off a second time, left that precipitation should prove as fatal to them both as if the situation where they stood had been a rock. To which he replies, hang there, i.e. round my neck, till the frame that now supports you shall perish. STEEV.
Pot. Hang there like fruit, my soul, 'Till the tree die !
Cym. How now, my Aesh ? my child ?
[Kneeling Bel. Tho'you did love this youth, I blame you not; You had a motive for't. [To Guiderius and Arviragus.
Cym. My tears, that fall,
Imo. I am sorry for't, my lord.
Cym. Oh, she was naught; and 'long of her it was, That we meet here so strangely; but her son Is gone, we know not how, nor where.
Pif, My lord, Now fear is from me, I'll speak truth. Lord Cloten, Upon my lady's missing, came to me With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth, and swore, 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 him 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 violate My lady's honour." What became of him, I further know not.
Guid. Let me end the story :
Cym. Marry, the gods forefend!
Guid. I have spoke it, and I did it.
Guid. A most incivil one. The wrongs he did me Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me