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will, out of this, advise you, follow. So, he wishes
One score, 'twixt sun and sun, Madam, 's enough for you; and too much too.
Imo. Why, one that rode to his execution, man, Could never go so slow: I have heard of riding wagers, Where horses have been nimbler than the sands That run i'the clock's behalf:But this is
speak thick,] i. e. croud one word on another, as fast as possible.
2 Why should excuse be born or c'er begot?] Why should I contrive an excuse, before the act is done, for which excuse will be Tiecessary?
Go, bid my woman feign a sickness; say
Madam, you're best consider.
Wales. A mountainous Country, with a Cave.
Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS,
Bel. A goodly day not to keep house, with such Whose roof's as low as ours! Stoop, boys: This gate Instructs you how to adore the heavens; and bows
you To morning's holy office: The gates of monarchs Are arch'd so high, that giants may jet* through And keep their impious turbands on, without Good morrow to the sun.--Hail, thou fair heaven! We house i’the rock, yet use thee not so hardly As prouder livers do. Gui.
Hail, heaven! Arv.
Hail, heaven! Bel. Now, for our mountain sport: Up to yon
A franklin's housewife.) A franklin is literally a freeholder, with a small estate, neither villain nor vassal.
may jet--] i. e. strut, walk proudly.
Their impious turbands on,] The idea of a giant was, among the readers of romances, who were almost all the readers of those times, always confounded with that of a Saracen.
Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats. Consider,
unfledg’d, Have never wing'd from view o'the nest; nor know
age: but, unto us, it is
6 This service is not service, &c.] In war it is not sufficient to do duty well; the advantage rises not from the act, but the acceptance of the act.
7 The sharded beetle-] i. e. the beetle whose wings are enclosed within two dry husks or shurds.
attending for a check;] Check may mean, in this place, a reproof; but I rather think it signifies command, controul. Thus, in Troilus and Cressida, the restrictions of Aristotle are called Aristotle's checks. STEEVENS.
than doing nothing for a babe ;] As it was once the custom in England for favourites at court to beg the wardship of infants who were born to great riches, our author may allude to it on this occasion. Frequent complaints were made that nothing was done towards the education of these neglected orphans.
- no life to ours.] i. e. compared with ours.
A cell of ignorance; travelling abed;
What should we speak of,
How you speak! Did you but know the city's usuries, And felt them knowingly: the art o’the court, As hard to leave, as keep; whose top to climb Is certain falling, or so slippery, that The fear's as bad as falling: the toil of the war, A pain that only seems to seek out danger l'the name of fame, and honour; which dies i'the
search; And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph, As record of fair act; nay, many times, Dọth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse, Must court'sey at the censure:-0, boys, this story The world may read in me: My body's mark'd With Roman swords; and my report was once First with the best of note: Cymbeline lov'd me; And when a soldier was the theme, my name Was not far off: Then was I as a tree,
. To stride a limit.] To overpass his bound.
What should we speak of,] This dread of an old age, unsup. plied with matter for discourse and meditation, is a sentiment natural and noble. No state can be more destitute than that of him, who, when the delights of sense forsake him, has no pleasures of the mind. JOHNSON.
Whose boughs did bend with fruit: but, in one night,
Uncertain favour ! Bel. My fault being nothing (as I have told you
oft,) But that two villains, whose false oaths prevail'd Before my perfect honour, swore to Cymbeline, I was confederate with the Romans : so, Follow'd my banishment; and, this twenty years, This rock, and these demesnes, have been my world: Where I have liv'd at honest freedom; paid More pious debts to heaven, than in all The fore-end of my time.—But, up to the moun
tains ; This is not hunters language:-He, that strikes The venison first, shall be the lord o'the feast; To him the other two shall minister; And we will fear no poison, which attends In place of greater state. I'll meet you in the valleys.
[Exeunt Gui. and Arv. How hard it is, to hide the sparks of nature! These boys know little, they are sons to the king; Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. They think, they are mine: and, though train'd up
thus meanly I'the cave, wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit The roofs of palaces; and nature prompts them, In simple and low things, to prince it, much Beyond the trick of others. This Polydore, The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, whom The king his father calld Guiderius,—Jove! When on my three-foot stool I sit, and tell The warlike feats I have done, his spirits fly out Into my story: say,-Thus mine enemy fell; And thus I set my foot on his neck; even then