It was wise nature's end in the donation, Cym. O, what am I A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother Imo. No, my lord; I have got two worlds by't.-O my gentle brother, Cym. Did you e'er meet? Gui. And at first meeting lov'd; Continued so, until we thought he died. Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd. When shall I hear all through? This fierce abridgement4 Distinction should be rich in.5-Where? how liv'd you? I know not how much more, should be demanded; From chance to chance; but nor the time, nor place, And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground, And smoke the temple with our sacrifices. Thou art my brother; So we'll hold thee ever. [To BEL. Imo. You are my father too; and did relieve me, [4] Fierce-is vehement, rapid. JOHNSON. [5] Which ought to be rendered distinct by a liberal amplitude of narrative. STEEVENS. [6] That is, though strangely expressed, the motives of you three for engaging in the battle. So, in Romeo and Juliet, "both our remedies" means, the remedy for us both. M. MASON. To see this gracious season. Cym. All o'er-joy'd, Save these in bonds; let them be joyful too, Imo. My good master, I will yet do you service. Luc. Happy be you! Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought, He would have well becom'd this place, and grac'd The thankings 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, [Kneeling Iach. 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: 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; Cym. Nobly doom'd: We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law; Arv. You holp us, sir, As you did mean indeed to be our brother; Joy'd are we, that you are. Post. Your servant, princes.-Good my lord of Rome, Call forth your soothsayer: As I slept, methought, Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back, Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows Of mine own kindred: when I wak'd, I found Luc. Philarmonus, [7] A collection is a corollary, a consequence deduced from the premises Whose containing, means, the contents of which. STEEVENS, Sooth. Here, my good lord. Luc. Read, and declare the meaning. Sooth. [Reads.] When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown, without seeking find, and be embraced by a piece of tender air ; and when from a stately cedar shall be lopped branches, which, being dead many years, shall after revive, be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty. Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp; The fit and apt construction of thy name, The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter, [7%C¥м. Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about Cym. This hath some seeming. Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, My peace we will begin :—and, Caius Lucius, Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune Which shines here in the west. Cym. Laud we the gods; And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils A Roman and a British ensign wave Friendly together: so through Lud's town march : 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. See page 72, note 7. [Exeunt. A SONG, Sung by GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS, over FIDELE, supposed to be dead. BY MR. WILLIAM COLLINS. To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids, and village hinds, shall bring No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch shall here be seen, The red-breast oft at evening hours When howling winds, and beating rain, Each lonely scene shall thee restore; END OF VOL. VII. MUNROE & FRANCIS' Third Edition. |