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Arv. Fear no more the frown o'the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
Gui. Fear no more the lightning-flash,
· Consign to thee, and come to dust.
Gui. No exorciser harm thee !6
And renowned be thy grave!?
Re-enter BELARIUS, with the Body of Cloten. Gui. We have done our obsequies: Come lay
him down. Bel. Here's a few flowers; but about midnight,
The herbs, that have on them cold dew o'the night,
5 Consign to thee,] Perhaps : To consign to thee, is to seal the same contract with thee, i. e. add their names to thine upon the register of death.
Ô No exorciser harm thee!!] Shakspeare invariably uses the word exorciser to express a person who can raise spirits, not one who lays them.
thy grave!] For the obsequies of Fidele, a song was written by my unhappy friend, Mr. William Collins of Chichester, a man of uncommon learning and abilities. I shall give it a place at the end, in honour of his memory. JOHNSON.
Are strewings fitt'st for graves.-Upon their faces:-
[Exeunt BelARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and AR
Which is the way?
Seeing the Body. These flowers are like the pleasures of the world; This bloody mang the care on't. I hope, I dream; For, so, I thought I was a caye-keeper, And cook to honest creatures: But 'tis not so; 'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing, Which the brain makes of fumes: Our very eyes Are sometimes like our judgments, blind. Good faith, I tremble still with fear: But if there be Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it! The dream's here still: even when I wake, it is Without ine, as within me; not imagin'd, felt. A headless man!-The garments of Posthumus! I know the shape of his leg: this is his hand; His foot Mercurial: his Martial thigh; The brawns of Hercules : but his Jovial face Murder in heaven?-How-Tis gone. Pisanio,
8 'Ods pittikins!] This diminutive adjuration is derived from Ged's my pity, which likewise occurs in Cymbeline.
9_ his Jovial face-] Joviul face signifies in this place, such 2 face as belongs to Jove. , It is frequently used in the same sense by other old dramatick writers.
All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks,
This is Pisanio's deed, and Cloten’s : 0!
That we the horrider may seem to those
Enter Lucius, a Captain, and other Officers, and a
: : Soothsayer. Cap. To them the legions garrison'd in Gallia, After your will, have crossid the sea; attending You here at Milford-Haven, with your ships: They are here in readiness. Luc.
But what from Rome? Cap. The senate hath stirr'd up the cónfiners, And gentlemen of Italy; most willing spirits,
that irregulous devil,] Irregulous (if there be such a word) must mean lawless, licentious, out of rule, jura negans sibi nata.
% - the main-top!] i. e. the top of the mainmast.
3-o'tis pregnant, pregnant!] i. e. 'tis a ready, apposite conelusion.
That promise noble service: and they come
When expect you them?
This forwardness Makes our hopes fair. Command, our present num
... bers Be muster'd; bid the captains look to't.-Now, sir, What have you dream'd, of late, of this war's pur
.. pose? Sooth. Last night the very gods show'd me a vision: (I fast, and pray'd, for their intelligence,) Thus:I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing d . From the spongy south to this part of the west, There vanish'd in the sunbeams: which portends, (Unless my sins abuse my divination,) Success to the Roman host. Luc.
. Dream often so, And never false. Soft, ho! what trunk is here, Without his top? The ruin speaks, that sometime It was a worthy building.-How ! a page! Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead, rather: .. For nature doth abhor to make his bed With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead. Let's see the boy's face.
Cap. Die He is alive, my lord. ; Lucy He'l then instruct us of this body.-Young oney is
van Inform us of thy fortunes; for, it seems, and They crave to be deinanded: Who is this, in Thou mak’st thy bloody pillow? Or who was he, That, otherwise than roble nature did, asi
Obe c 99m Tcsiicti. Sienna's brother:] 1. e(as I suppose Shakespeare to have meant) brother to the Prince of Siunna: but, unluckily, Sienna was a republick. STEEVANS -...
Hath altered that good picture? What's thy interest
Imo...... I am nothing: or if not, .
'Lack, good youth ! Thou moy'st no less with thy complaining, than Thy master in bleeding: Say his name, good friend.
Imo. Richard du Champ. If I do lie, and do No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope
They'll pardon it. Say you, sir ? :
..Fidele. - Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very same: Thy name well fits thy faith; thy faith, thy name. Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say,
Thou shalt be so'well máster'd; but, be sure,
Imo: I'll follow, sir. But first, an't please the gods,