Moth. Lue&ia lent not me her aid.

But took me in my throes;
That from me was Posthumus ripp'd.
Came crying "mon^t his foes,
A thing1 of pity 1

Sin. Great nature, like his ancestry,

Moulded the stun"so fair.
That he deserv'd the praise o' the world,

As great Sicilius' heir.

t Bro. When once he was mature for man,

In Britain where was he
That could stand up his parallel:

Or fruitful object he
In eye of Imogen, that best

Could deem his dignity?

Moth. With marriage wherefore was he mock'd.

To be exil'd, and thrown
From Leonati's seat, and cast

From her his dearest one.
Sweet Imogen?
Si, i. Why did you suffer, Iachimo,

Slight thing of Italy,
To taint his nobler heart and brain

With needless jealousy;
And to become the geek and scorn

O" the other's villainy?
a Bro. For this, from stiller seats we came,

Our parents, and us twain. That, striking in our country's cause,

Fell bravely, and were slain;
Our fealty, and Tenantius' right,

With honour to maintain.
I Bro. Like hardiment Posthumus hath

To Cymbeline perform*d:
Then Jupiter, thou king of gods,

why hast thou thus adjoura'd
The graces for his merits due;

Being all to dolours turn'd?
Sici. Thy crystal window ope; look out;

No longer exercise.
Upon a valiant race, thy harsh

And potent injuries.
Moth. Since, Jupiter, our son is good,

Take off his miseries.
Sici. Peep through thy marble mansion; help 1

Or we poor ghosts will cry.
To the shining synod of the rest.

Against thy deity. a Bro. Help, Jupiter! or we appeal,

And from thy justice fly.

Jupiter descends in thunder and lightning; sitting upon an eagle: he throws a thunderbolt The ghosts/all on their knees.

Jup. No more, you petty spirits of region now,

Offend our hearing: hush 1 How dare you ghosts Accuse the thunderer. whose bolt, you know.

Sky-planted, batters all rebelling coasts? Poor shadows of Elysium, hence; and rest

Upon your never-withering banks of flowers: Be not with mortal accidents opprest;

No care of yours it is; you know 'tis ours. Whom best I love. 1 cross; to make my gift.

The more delay'd. delighted. Be content; Your low-laid son nur godhead will uplift:

His comforts thrive, nis trials well are spent Our Jovial star reign d at his birth, and in

Our temple was he marrried —Rise, and fade I— He shall be lord of lady Imogen.

And happier much by his affliction made. This tablet lay upon his breast; wherein

Our pleasure his full fortune doth confine:
And so, away: no further with your din

Express impatience, lest you stir up mine-
Mount, eagle, to my palace crystalline.

„ . . TT [Ascends.

Sici. He came in thunder; his celestial breath
W as sulphurous to smell: the holy eagle
Stoop d, as to foot us: his ascension is
More sweet than our bless'd fields: his royal bird
Prunes the immortal wing, and cloys his beak.
As when his god is picas d.

"d/f: Thanks, Jupiter!

otct. The marble pavement closes ; he is enter'd

His radiant roof.—Away I and, to be 4est,
Let us with care perform his great behest.

[ Ghosts vanish.

Post. \lVaking.\ Sleep, thou hast been a grandsire, and begot A father to met and thou hast created A innttwr, and two brothers: but (O scorn 1) Gone 1 they went hence so soon as they were bora: And so I am awake. Poor wretches, that depend On greatness' favour, dream as I have done; Vake, and find nothing But. alas, 1 swerve; Many dream not to find, neither deserve. And yet are steep'd in favours; so am I. That have this golden chance, and know not why. What fairies haunt this ground? A book? O rare one: Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment Nobler than that it covers: let thy effects So follow, to be most unlike our courtiers. As good as promise.

[ Reads, j "IVhenas a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown without seekingJind, and be embraced by a piece of tender air; and when from, a stately cedar shall be topped branches, which, being dead many years, sha11 after revive, be jointed to the old stock, and freshly £row; then shall Posthumus end kit miseries, Britain be fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty.

'Tis still a dream, or else such stuff as madmen
Tongue, and brain not: either both, or nothing:
Or senseless speaking, or a speaking such
As sense cannot untie. Be what it is.
The action of my life is like it, which
I'll keep, if but for sympathy.

Enter Gaoler.
Gaol. Come, sir, are you ready for death?
Post. Over-roasted, rather; ready long ago.
Gaol. Hanging is the word, sir: 3"you be readyfor
that, you are well cooked.

Post. So, if I prove a good repast to the spectators, the dish pays the shot.

Gaol. A heavy reckoning for you, sir; but the comfort is, you shall l>e called to no 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 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 heavinesss: O, of this contradiction you shall now be quit.—O, the charity of a penny cord! it sums up thousands 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. 1 am merrier to die, than thou art to live. Gaol. Indeed, sir. he that sleeps feels not the toothache: but a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed. 1 think he would change places with his officer; for look you, sir, you know not which way you shall go. Post. Yes, indeed do 1, fellow.

Gaol. 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-inquiry on your own peril: and how you shall speed in your journey's end, I think you'll never return to tell one.

Post. 1 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 I am sure, hanging's the way of winking.

Enter a Messenger. Mess. Knock off his manacles;—bring your prisoner to the king.

Port, Thou bnng'st good made free.

Gaol. I'll be hang'd, then. Pest. Thou shah be then freeer than a gaoler; no bolts for the dead.

[Exeunt Posthumus and Mess, Gaol. Unless a man would marry a gallows, and

beget young gibbets, I never saw one so prone Yet.

on my conscience, there are verier knaves desire live, for all he be a Roman; and there be some of

were one. I would wc were alt of one mind, and one mind good; 0, there were desolation of gaolers, and gallowses! I speak against my present profit; but my wish hath a preferment in't. \Exeunt. SCENE V.—Cymbeline's Tent. Enter Cymbeline, Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus,

Pisanio, Lords, Officers, and Attendants. Cym. Stand by my side, you whom the gods have Preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart, [made That the poor soldier, that so richly fought, Whose rags sham'd gilded arms, whose naked breast Stepp'd before targes of proof, cannot be found: He snail be happy that can find him, if Our grace can make him so.

Bel. I never saw

Such noble fury in so poor a thing;
Such precious deeds in one that proinis'd nought
But beggary and poor looks.

Cym. No tidings of him?

Pis. He hath been search'd among the dead and But no trace of him. (living,

Cym. To my grief, I am

The heir of his reward; which I will add

[To Bel. Gui attd Arv.
To you, the liver, heart, and brain of Britain,
By whom, I grant, she lives. 'Tis now the time
To ask of whence you are :—report it.

Bel. Sir,
In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen:
Further to boast, were neither true nor modest,
Unless I add, we are honest.

Cym. Bow your knees.

Arise, my knights o' the battle: I create you
Companions to our person, and wilt fit you
■With dignities becoming your estates.

Enter Cornelius and Ladies.
There's business in these faces :—Why so sadly
Greet you our victory? you look like Romans,
And not o' the court of Britain.

Cor. Hail, great king I

To sour your happiness, I must report
The queen is dead.

Cym Whom worse than a physician

Would this report become T But I consider.
By medicine life may be prolong'd, yet death
Will seize the doctor too.—How ended she!

Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life;
Which, being cruel to the world, concluded
Most cruel to herself. What she confess'd,
I will report, so please you: these her women
Can trip me, if I err; who with wet cheeks
Were present when she finish'd.
Cym. Pr'ythee, say.

Cor. First, she c«nfess'd she never lov'd you; only
Affected greatness got by you, not you;
Married your royalty, was wife to your place
Abhorr'd your person.

Cym. She alone knew this;

And, but she spoke it dying, I would not
Believe her lips in opening it. Proceed.

Cor. Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to love
With such integrity, she did confess
Was as a scorpion to her sight; whose life.
But that her flight prevented it, she had
Ta'en off by poison.

Cym. O most delicate fiend (

Who is't can read a woman?—Is there more?

Cor, More, sir, and worse. She did confess, shehad For you a mortal mineral ; which, being took. Should by the minute feed on life, and lingering. By inches waste you: in which time she purpos'd. By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to O ercoine you with her show: yes, and in time, (When she had fitted you with her craft) to work Her son into the adoption of the crown: But, failing of her end by his strange absence. Grew shameless-desperate; open'd, in despite Of heaven and men, her purposes; repented The evils she hatch'd were not effected; so, Despairing, died. Cym. Heard you all this, her women?

1 Lady. We did, so please your highness. Cy*n Mine eyes

Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;

s ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart,

That it was folly in me. thou may'st say,"*
And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all I

Enter Lucius, Iachimo, t/it Soothsayer, and other

Roman Prisoners, guarded: Postnumus behutd,

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 suit That their good souls may be appeas'd with slaughter, Of you their captives, which ourself have granted r 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 cool, 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; Augustus lives to think on't; and so much For my peculiar care. This one thing only I will entreat: my boy, a Briton born. Let him be ransom*d : never master had A page so kind, so duteous, diligent. So tender over his occasions, true. So feat, so nurse-like: let his virtue join With my request, which II make bold your highness Cannot deny; he hath done no Briton harm, Though he have serv'd a Roman: save him, sirAnd spare no blood beside.

Cym. I have surely seen him: His favour is familiar to me.—Boy, Thou hast look'd thyself into my grace. And art mine own,—I know not why, nor wherefore. To say, live, boy: ne'er thank thy master; live: And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt. Fitting my bounty and thy state, IH give it; Yea, though thou do demand a prisoner, The noblest ta'en.

/mo. I humbly thank your highness.

Luc. I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad; ■ And yet I know thou wilt

/mo. No, no; alack,

There's other work in hand: I see a thing
Bitter to me as death: your life, good master,
Must shuffle for itself.

Luc. The boy disdains me.

He leaves me, scorns me: briefly die their joys,
That place them on the truth of girls and boys.
Why stands he so perplex'd?

Cym, What wouldst thou, boyt

I love thee more and more: think more and more What's best to ask. Know'st him thou look'st ont speak;

Wilt have him livef IshethykinT thyfriendj /mo. He is a Roman; no more kin to me,

Than I to your highness; who, being bom your vassal,

Am something nearer.
Cym. Wherefore eye'st him sot

/mo. I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please

To give me hearing.
Cym. Ay, with all my heart, *

And lend my best attention. What's thy name?
/mo. Fidele, sir.

Cym, Thou art my good youth, my page;

I'll be thy master: walk with me; speak freely.

(Cymbeline and Imogen converse apart.

Bel. Is not this boy reviv'd from death f

Arv. One sand another

Not more resembles that sweet rosy lad
Who died, and was Fidele. What think you?

Cxi. The same dead thing alive.

Bel. Peace, peace I see further; he eyes us not; forbear;

Creatures may be alike : were't he, I am sure
He would have spoke to us.
Gui. But we saw him dead.

Bel. Be silent; let's see further.
Pis. \ Aside.) It is my mistress:

Since she is living, let the time run on,
To good, or bad.

(Cymbeline and Imogen come fot ward. Cym. Come, standthou by our side

Make thy demand aloud.—{To Iachimo,] Sir, step you forth;

Or, by our greatness, and the grace of It,

Which is our honour, bitter torture shall
"Winnow the truth from falsehood.—On, speak to him.

Imo My boon is. that this gentleman may render Of whom he had this ring.

Post. [Aside.\ What's that to himt

Cym. That diamond upon your finger, say How came it yours?

lack. Thou It torture me to leave unspoken that Which, to be spoke, would torture thee.

Cym, Howl me I

Inch. I am glad to be constrain'd to utter that Which torments me to conceal. By villainy I got this ring: 'twas Leonatus' jewel; [grieve thee. Whom thou didst banish; and (which more may As it doth me) a nobler sir ne'er liv d Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my

Cym. All that belong to this. [lord?

lack. That paragon, thy daughter,—

For whom my heart drops blood, and my false spirits Quail to remember.—Give me leave; I faint.

Cym. My daughter! what of her? Renew thy strength:

I had rather thou shouldst live while nature will. Than die ere 1 hear more: strive, man, and speak.

lack. Upon a time, (unhappy was the clock That struck the hour I) it was in Rome, (accurs'd The mansion where 1) 'twas at a feast, (O, would .Our viands had been poison'd, or at least Those which 1 heav'd to head !) the good Posthumus, (What should I say? he was too good to be Where ill men were; and was the best of all Amongst the rar'st of good ones.) sitting sadly, Hearing us praise our loves of Italy For beauty, that made barren the swell'd boast Of-him that best could speak ; for feature, laming The shrine of Venus, or straight-pight Minerva, Postures beyond brief nature; for condition, A shop nf all the qualities that man Loves woman for; besides, that hook of wiving. Fairness, which strikes the eye:—

Cym. I stand on fire i

Come to the matter.

lack. All too soon I shall,

Unless thou wonldst grieve quickly.—This Posthumus
(Most like a noble lord in love, and one
That had a royal lover) took his hint;
And, not dispraising whom we prais'd, (therein
He was as calm as virtue.) he began
His mistress' pictures; which by his tongue being made,
And then a mind put in't, either our brags
Were crack'd of kitchen trulls, or his description
Prov'd us unspeaking sots.
Cym. Nay, nay, to the purpose.

lack. Your daughter's chastity—there it begins,
He spake of her, as Dian had hot dreams.
And she alone were cold: whereat I, wretch.
Made scruple of his praise; and wager'd with him

:es of gold 'gainst this, which then he wore Upon his honour'd finger, to attain In suit the place of his bed, and win this ring By hers and mine adultery: he, true knight. No lesser of her honour confident Chan I did truly find her, stakes this ring; And would so, had it been a carbuncle Of Phoebus' wheel: and might so safely, had it Been all the worth of his car. Away to Britain Post I in this design :—well may you, sir. Remember me at court; where 1 was taught, Of your chaste daughter, the wide difference 'Twixt amorous and villainous. Being thus quench'd Of hope, not longing, mine Italian brain 'Can in your duller Britain operate Most vilely; for my vantage, excellent: _ And, to be brief, my practice so prevail'd. That T return'd with similar proof enough To make the noble Leonatus mad. By wounding his belief in her renown with tokens thus, and thus; averring notes Of chamber-hanging, pictures, this her bracelet, (Oh cunning, how 1 got it!) nay, some marks Of secret on her person, that he could not But think her bond of chastity quite crack'd, I having ta'en the forfeit. Whereupon,— Methinks I see him now,—

Post, [Coming forward.} Ay, so thou dost* Italian fiend I—Ah me, most credulous fool, Egregious murderer, thief, any thfcig

That's due to alt the villain's past. In being,
To come I—O, give me cord, or knife, or poison,
Some upright justicer I Thou king, sena out
For torturers ingenious: it is I
That all the abhorred things o' the earth amend,
By being worse than they. I am Posthumus,
That killed thy daughter :—villain like. I lie;
That caus'd a lesser villain than myself,
A sacrilegious thief, to do't:—the temple
Of virtue was she ; yea, and she herself.
Spit, and throw stones, cast mire upon me, set
The dogs o' the street to bay me: every villain
Be call'd Posthumus Leonatus ; and
Be villainy less than 'twas 1—O Imogen,
My queen, my life, my wife 1 O Imogen,
Imogen, Imogen I
Into. Peace, my lord; hear, hear—

Post. Shall's have a play of this? Thou scornful page,

There lie thy part. [Striking ker: she falls.

Pis. O, gentlemen, help!

Mine, and your mistress 1—0, my lord Posthumus 1
You ne'er kill'd Imogen till now.—Help, help I—
Mine honour'd lady 1
Cym. Does the world go round f

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

Cym. If this be so, the gods do mean to strike me
To death with mortal joy;
Pis. How fares my mistress?

Imo. O, get then from my sight:
Thou gav'st me poison: dangerous fellow, hence I
Breathe not where princes are.
Cym. The tune of Imogen

Pis. Lady.
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?
Ima. It poison'd me

Cor.' 0 gods I

I laft out one thing which the queen confess'd,
WHich must approve thee honest: "1/Pisanio
Have" said she, "-given kis mistress that confection
IVhick I gave kirn for cordial, she is serv'd
As I would serve a rat."
Cym. What's this, Cornelius!

Cor. The queen, sir, very oft importun'd me
To temper poisons for her j still pretending
The satisfaction of her knowledge only
In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs,
Of no esteem: I, dreading that her purpose
Was of more danger, did compound^for her
A. certain stuff, which, being ta'en, would cease

The present power of life: but, in short time,
All offices of nature should again
Do their due functions —Have jfcu ta'en of h?

Imo. Most like 1 did, for I was dead.

Bel.' My boys,

There was our error.

Gut. This Is, sure. Fidele.

Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady from you? Think that you are upon a'rock ; and now Throw me again. [Embracing him.

Post. Hang there like fruit, my soul.

Till the tree die I

Cym. How now, my flesh, my child?

What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act?
Wilt thou not speak to me?

Imo. [Kneeliti£.~\ Your blessing sir.

Bet. [ To Gul. atid Arv.] Though you did love this youth, I blame ye not; You had a motive for't

Cym. My tears that fan,

Prove holy water on thee I Imogen,
Thy mother's dead.

Into. I am sorry for't, my lord.

Cym. O, she was nought; and long of her it was. That we meet here so strangely: but her son Is gone, we know not how, nor where.

Pis. My lord.

Now fear is from me. 111 speak truth. Lord Cloten,
Upon my lady's missing, came to me
With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth, and
If I diseover'd not which way she was gone, [swore,
It was my instant death. By accident,
I had a feign6d tetter 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 enforc'd from me, away he posts
With unchaste purpose, and with oath to violate
My lady's honour: what became of him,
I further knovr not.

Gui. Let me end the story:

I slew him there.

Cym. Marry, the gods forefend I

I would not thy good deeds should from my lips
Pluck a hard sentence : pr'ythee, valiant youth.
Deny't again.

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

Cym. He was a prince.

Gut. A most uncivil one: the wrongs he did me Were nothing" prince-like; for he dia provoke me With language that would make me spurn the sea, If it could so roar to me : I cut off's head; And am right glad he is not standing here To tell this tale of mine.

Cym. I am sorry for thee.

By thine own tongue thou art condem'd, and must Endure our law: thou art dead.

Into. That headless ma

1 thought had been my lord.

Cym. Bind the offender,

And take him from our presence.

Bel. Stay, sir king:

This man is better than the man he slew,
As well descended as thyself; and hath
More of thee merited, than a band of Clotens
Had ever scar for.—\To the Guard.| Let his arms
They were not born for bondage. [alone;

Cym. Why, old soldier,

Wilt thou ndo 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.
lie/. We will die all three:

But I will prove that twQofHjs. .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.
Ar-o. Your danger's ours,

Gui. And our good his.
Bel. Have at it, then.—

By leave;—thou hadst, great king, a subject who
Was call'd Belarius. - —

Cym. What of him? he is

A banish'd traitor.

BeL He it is that hath

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 i
And let it be confiscate all, so soon
As I have receiv'd it.
Cym. Nursing of my sons t

BeL I am too blunt and saucy: here's iny knee:
Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons;
Then, spare not the old father. Mighty sir,
These two young gentlemen, that call me father.
And think they are my sons, are none of mine;
They are the issue of your loins, iny liege.
And blood of your begetting.

Cym. How! my issue 1

Bel. So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan, Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd: Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punishment 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 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 children 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 heads like dew I for they are worthy
To inlay, heaven with stars.

Cym. Thou weep'st, and speak'sti

The service, that you three have done, is more
Unlike than this thou tell'st: I lost my children;
If these be they, I know aot how to wish
A pair of worthier sons.

BeL Be pleas'd a while.—

This gentleman, whom I call Polydore,
Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius:
This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus,
Your younger princely son; he, sir, was lapp'd
In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand
Of his queen mother, which, for more probation,
I can with ease produce.

Cym. Guiderius had

Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star;
It was a mark of wonder.

Bel. This is he;

Who hath upon him still that natural stamp i
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 I Ne'er mother
Rejoic'd deliverance more. Blest pray you be.
That, after this strange starting from your orbs.
You may reign in them now!—O Imogen,
Thou hast lost by this a kingdom.

tmo. No, my lord;

I have got two worlds by't,—O iny gentle brothers.
Have we thus met f 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!

Att}. 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 swallowed,
Cym. O rare instinct I

When shall I hear all through? This fierce abridg-
Hath to it circumstantial branches, which (ment
Distinction should be rich in.—Where? how liv'd you J
And when came you to serve our Roman captive
How parted with your brothers? how first met them?

Vhy fled you from the court? and whither? These, And your three motives to the battle, with I know not how much more, should be demanded; And all the other by-dependencies. From chance to chance: but nor the time, nor place, Will serve our long inter'gatories. 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 thisground, And smoke the temple with our sacrifices. r To BeL ] Thou art my brother; so we'll hold thee ever;

/mo. You are my father too; and did relievo me, To see this gracious season.

Cym. All o'erjoy'd

Save these in bonds: let them be joyful too,
For they shall taste our comfort

Imo. My good master,

I will yet do you service.
Luc. Happy be you I

Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought,
He would have well become this place, and grae'd
The thanktngs 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, Iachimo; I had you down, and might
Have made you finish.

Iach. [Kneeling ] I am down again:
But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee,
As then your force did. Take that life, beseech you,
Which I so often owe r but your ring first;
And here the bracelet of the truest princess.
That ever swore her faith.

Post. Kneel not to me:

The power that I have on you is to spare you;
The malice towards you to forgive you: live.
And deal with others better.

Cym. Nobly doom'd;

We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law;
Pardon's the word to all.

U

Arv. Yon holp us, sir,

At you did mean indeed to be our brother;
Joy d are we. that you are.

Pott. Your servant, princes.—Good my lord of
Rome,

Call forth your soothsayer: as I slept, me thought
Great Jupiter, upon hie> eagle back'd.
Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows
Of mine own kindred : when 1 waled, 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 I

Sooth. Here, my good lord.

Luc. Read, and declare the meaning.

Sooth. [Reads.] "IVhe nets a lien's whelp shall, to himself unknown, without seeking Jind, and be embraced by a piece of tender air; and when from a stately cedarshall be lopped branches, which, being shall after revive, be jointed to the

dead many years, sha. old stock, and freshly

Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbelme,
Personates thee : and thy lopp'd branches point
Thy two sons forth; who, by Bclarius stolen.
For many years thought dead, are now rcviv'd.
To the majestic cedar join'd ; whose issue
Promises Britain peace and plenty.

Cym. Well.
My peace we will begin *—and, Caius Lucius*
Although the victor, we submit to Caesar,
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 hers.)
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 t>attle, 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 foieshow'd our princely eagle* The Imperial Caesar, should again unite His favour with the radiant Cymbeline, Which shines here in the west.

Cym. Laud we the gods;

And let our crooked smokes climb to their 11
From our bless'd altars 1 Publish we this j
To all our subjects. Set we forward : let
A Roman and a British ensign wave
Friendly together: so through Lud's town n
And in the temple of great lupiter
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 peace.

\Exam

ACT I.

SCENE I.—An open Place. Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches, x Witch. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain t

3 Witch. When the hurtylmrly's done. When the battle's lost and won. 3 IVitch. That will be ere the set of sun.

1 Witch. Where the place*

2 Witch. Upon the 1

3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth.
1 Witch. I come, Graymalkin I
All, Paddock calls:—Anon I—

Fair is foul, and foul is fair:

Hover through the fog and filthy air.

[Witches -vanish

SCENE \\<—A Camp near Fortes. Alarum within. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Soldier.

Dun, What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state.

Mai. This is the sergeant.

Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought
Gainst my captivity; hail, brave friend I
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil,
As thou didst leave it.

Sold. Doubtful it stood;

As two spent swimmers, that do cling together
And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald—
(Worthy to be a rebel, for to that.
The multiplying villainies of nature