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He serv'd with glory and admir'd success:
(Then old and fond of issue,) took such sorrow,
sion of Britain, he agreed to pay an annual tribute to Rome. After his death, Tenantius, Lud's younger son (his elder brother Androgeus having fled to Rome) was established on the throne, of which they had been unjustly deprived by their uncle. Ac cording to some authorities, Tenantius quietly paid the tribute stipulated by Cassibelan; according to others, he refused to pay it, and warred with the Romans. Shakspeare supposes the latter to be the truth.
Liv'd in court,
(Which rare it is to do,) most prais'd, most lov'd:] This encomium is high and artful. To be at once in any great degree loved and praised, is truly rare. JOHNSON.
A glass that feated them;] A glass that formed them; a model by the contemplation and inspection of which they formed their manners. Feat Minsheu interprets, fine, neat, brave.
6 to his mistress,] Means-as to his mistress.
What kind of man he is.
Even out of your report.
I honour him
His only child.
He had two sons, (if this be worth your hearing,
Which way they went.
1 Gent. Some twenty years.
2 Gent. That a king's children should be so con
How long is this ago?
So slackly guarded! And the search so slow,
Howsoe'er 'tis strange, Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, Yet is it true, sir.
I do well believe you.
1 Gent. We must forbear; Here comes the queen, and princess.
Enter the Queen, POSTHUMUS, and IMOGEN.
Queen. No, be assur'd, you shall not find me, daughter,
After the slander of most step-mothers,
Evil-ey'd unto you: you are my prisoner, but
That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthúmus, So soon as I can win the offended king,
I will be known your advocate: marry, yet
Please your highness,
I will from hence to-day.
Imo. Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant Can tickle where she wounds!-My dearest husband, I something fear my father's wrath; but nothing, (Always reserv'd my holy duty,)" what His rage can do on me: You must be gone; And I shall here abide the hourly shot Of angry eyes; not comforted to live, But that there is this jewel in the world, That I may see again.
My queen! my mistress! O, lady, weep no more; lest I give cause To be suspected of more tenderness Than doth become a man! I will remain The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth. My residence in Rome at one Philario's ; Who to my father was a friend, to me Known but by letter: thither write, my queen, And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send, Though ink be made of gall.
Be brief, I pray you:
"Always reserv'd my holy duty,)] I say I do not fear my father, so far as I may say it without breach of duty.
If the king come, I shall incur I know not
To walk this way: I never do him wrong,
Post. Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live, The loathness to depart would grow: Adieu! Imo. Nay, stay a little :
Were you but riding forth to air yourself,
Post. How! how! another?You gentle gods, give me but this I have, And sear up my embracements from a next With bonds of death!-Remain thou here
[Putting on the Ring. While sense can keep it on? And sweetest, fairest, As I my poor self did exchange for you, To your so infinite loss; so, in our trifles I still win of you: For my sake, wear this; It is a manacle' of love; I'll place it Upon this fairest prisoner.
[Putting a Bracelet on her Arm. O, the gods!
-] i. e. close up.
8 And sear up 9 While sense can keep it on!] i. e. while sense can maintain its operations; while sense continues to have its usual power. To keep on significs to continue in a state of action.
a manacle-] A manacle properly means what we now call a hand-cuff.
Enter CYMBELINE and Lords.
Alack, the king!
Cym. Thou basest thing, avoid! hence, from my sight!
If, after this command, thou fraught the court
Post. The gods protect you! And bless the good remainders of the court! I am gone. Imo.
There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is.
O disloyal thing,
Past grace? obedience? Imo. Past hope, and in despair; that way, past
Cym. That might'st have had the sole son of my queen!
Imo. O bless'd, that I might not! I chose an eagle, And did avoid a puttock.3
Cym. Thou took'st a beggar; would'st have made my throne
A seat for baseness.
A lustre to it,
No; I rather added
a touch more rare
Subdues all pangs, all fears.] i. e, a more exquisite feeling; a superior sensation.
3-a puttock.] A puttock is a mean degenerate species of hawk, too worthless to deserve training.