Luc. So, Sir.

Cym. I know your mafter's pleasure, and he mine: All the Remain is, Welcome.

SCENE II

Enter Pifanio, reading a Letter.

[Exeunt

Pif. How of adultery? wherefore write you not What monsters her accufe? Leonatus!

Oh mafter, what a ftrange infection

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Is fall'n into thy ear? what falfe Italian,
As pois'nous-tongu'd, as handed, hath prevail'd
On thy too ready Hearing!-Difloyal? no,
She's punish'd for her truth; and undergoes
More Goddess-like, than wife-like, fuch affaults
As would take in fome virtue. Oh, my mafter!
Thy mind to her is now as low, as were

Thy fortunes. How? that I fhould murder her?
Upon the love and truth and vows, which I
Have made to thy Command!-I, her!-her blood!
If it be fo to do good fervice, never

Let me be counted ferviceable.How look I,
That I should seem to lack humanity,

So much as this fact comes to? Do't-the letter,

That I have fent her, by her own command

Shall give thee opportunity.

[Reading.

-Damn'd paper!

Black as the ink that's on thee: fenfeless bauble!
Art thou a foedarie for this act, and look'st
So virgin-like without? Lo, here the comes.

Enter Imogen.

I'm ignorant in what I am commanded.
Imo. How now, Pifanio?

Pif. Madam, here is a letter from my Lord.
Imo. Who! thy Lord? that is my Lord Leonatus.
'Oh, learn'd, indeed, were that aftrologer,
That knew the ftars, as I his characters:
He'd lay the Future open. You good Gods,
Let what is here contain❜d relish of love,
Of my Lord's health, of his content

yet not, That we two are asunder ;-let that grieve him! Some griefs are medicinable; that is one of them, 2 For it doth phyfick love; of his content, All but in that. Good wax, thy leave.

3 Bleft be You bees, that make thefe locks of counfel! Lovers, And men in dang'rous bonds, pray not alike. Though forfeitures you caft in prifon, yet

You clafp young Cupid's tables. Good news, Gods!

You clasp young Cupid's tables.] Here feems to be fome corruption. Opening the letter fhe gives a benediction to the bees, with whofe wax it was fealed, then makes a reflection, the bees have no fuch grateful remembrance from men who have sealed bonds which put their liberty in danger, and are fent to prifon if they forfeit; but wax is not made terrible to lovers, by its effect on debtors. I read therefore,

Though forfeitures them caft in prifon, yet We clafp young Cupid's tables. You and ym. are, in the old angular hand, much alike.

[Read

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[Reading.

USTICE, and your father's wrath, should be take me in his Dominion, could not be fo cruel to me as you, oh the dearest of creatures, would even renew me with your eyes. Take notice, that I am in Cambria, at Milford-Haven: what your own love will out of this advife you, follow. So, he wishes you all happiness, that remains 4 loyal to his vow, and your increasing in love; Leonatus Pofthumus.

Oh, for a horse with wings! Hear'ft thou, Pifanio?
He is at Milford-Haven. Read, and tell me
How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs
May plod it in a week, why may not I
Glide thither in a day? Then, true Pifanio,
Who long'ft like me to fee thy Lord; who long'ft,-
O let me bate-but not like me yet long'ft-
But in a fainter kind-oh, not like me;
For mine's beyond, beyond-Say, and speak thick;
Love's counsellor fhould fill the bores of Hearing
To th' fmoth'ring of the Senfe-how far it is
To this fame bleffed Milford: and, by th' way,
Tell me how Wales was made fo happy, as
T'inherit fuch a haven. But, first of all,
How may we steal from hence? and for the gap
That we fhall make in time, from our hence going
'Till our return, t'excuse-but first, how get hence?
Why fhould excufe be born, or ere begot?
We'll talk of that hereafter. Pr'ythee, fpeak,
How many score of miles may we well ride.
'Twixt hour and hour?

Pif. One fcore 'twixt fun and fun,

Madam, 's enough for you: and too much too:
Imo. Why, one that rode to 's execution, man,
Could never go fo flow. I've heard of riding wagers,

4 loyal to his vow, and your increafing in love;} I read, Loyal

to his for and you; increasing in love.

Where

Where horses have been nimbler than the fands

That run i' th' clock's behalf. But this is fool'ry. Go, bid my woman feign á fickness; fay,

She'll home t' her father: and provide me, presently A riding fuit; no coftlier than would fit 7 A Franklin's housewife."

Pif. Madam, you'd best confider.

Imo. I fee before me, man, nor here, nor here,
Nor what enfues, but have a fog in them,
That I cannot look thro'. Away, I pr'ythee,
Do as I bid thee; there's no more to fay ;.
Acceffible is none but Milford way.

5 That run i' th' clock's behalf. This fantastical expreffion means no more than fand in an hour-glass, used to measure time. WARBURTON.

A Franklin's housewife.] A Franklin is literally a freeholder, with a small eftate, neither villain nor vassal.

71 fee before me, man, nor
bere, nor here,
Nor what enfues; but have a
fog in them,

That I cannot look thro'.- -] Where is the fubftantive, to which this relative plural, them, can poffibly have any reference? There is none; and the fenfe, swell as grammar, is defective. I have ventur'd to reftore, against the authority of the printed copies,

but have a fog in ken, That I cannot look thro'.Imogen would fay, "Don't talk "of confidering, man; I nei*ther fee prefent events, nor "confequences; but am in a "mist of fortune, and refolv'd

[Exeunt.

SCENE

"to proceed on the project de"termin'd," In ken, means, in profpect, within fight, before my

eyes. THEOBALD. I fee before me, man: nor bere nor there,

Nor what enfues, BUT have a fog in them,

That I cannot look thro'.—] Shakespear fays the can fee be fore her, yet on which fide soever the looks, there is a fog which the cannot fee thro'. This nonfenfe is occafioned by the corrupt reading of, BUT have a fog, for, THAT have a fog; and then all is plain. I fee before me, (fays fhe) for there is no fog on any fide of me which I cannot fee thro'. Mr. Theobald, objects to a fog in them, and asks for the fubftantive to which the relative plural [THEM] relates. The fubftantive is places, implied in the words here, there, and what ensues: for not to know that Shakespear perpetually takes thefe liberties of grammar, is knowing nothing of his author.

So

Bel.

S CEN. E III.

Changes to a Foreft with a Cave, in Wales.
Enter Bellarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus:

A

Goodly day! not to keep house, with fuch
Whofe roof's as low as ours. See, boys!
this gate

Inftructs you how t'adore the heav'ns; and bows you
To morning's holy office. Gates of monarchs
Are arch'd fo high, that Giants may jet through

And keep their impious Turbants on, without
Good-morrow to the Sun. Hail, thou fair heav'n!
We house i' th' rock, yet use thee not so hardly
As prouder livers do.

Guid. Hail, heaven!

Arv. Hail, heaven!

Bel. Now for our mountain fport, up to yond hill.
Your legs are young: I'll tread thefe flats. Confider,
When you, above, perceive me like a crow,
That it is place which leffens and sets off.

And you may then revolve what tales I told you,
Of Courts, of Princes, of the tricks in war,
? This service is not fervice, fo being done,

So that there is no need for his 'folve at once to follow my incliftrange ftuff of a Fog in Ken. nation.

WARBURTON. This paffage may, in my opinion, be very easily understood, without any emendation. The lady fays, I can fee neither one way nor other, before me nor behind me, but all the ways are covered with an impenetrable fog. There are objections infuperable to all that I can propofe, and fince reafon can give me no counsel, I will re

8-their impious Turbants 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.

9 This fervice is not fervice, &c.] In war it is not sufficient to do duty well; the advantage rises not from the act, but the acceptance of the act.

But