They think, they're mine; tho' trained up thus meanly (14) I'th' Cave, there, on the Brow, their thoughts do hit The roof of Palaces; and nature prompts them, In fimple and low things, to prince it, much Strikes life into my fpeech, and fhews much more At three and two years old, I ftole these babes; Thou reft'it me of my lands. Euriphile, Thou waft their nurfe; they take thee for their mother, (14) tho' trained up thus mearly Here in the Cave, wherein their boughts do bit The Roof of Palaces.-] Thus Mr. Pope; but the Sentence breaks off imperfectly. The old Editions read, Ith Cave, whereon the Bow their Thoughts do bit, &c. Mr. Rowe faw, this likewife was faulty; and therefore amended it thus: 1'th' Cave, where, on the Bow, their thoughts do bit, &c. I think, it should be, only with the Alteration of one Letter, and the Addition of another; I'tb' Cave, there, on the Brow, And fo the Grammar and Syntax of the Sentence is compleat. We call the Arching of a Cavern, or Overhanging of a Hill, metaphorically, the Brow; and in like manner the Greeks and Latines ufed fès, and Supercilium. And And every day do honour to thy Grave; They take for natural father. The game's up. [Exit. Enter Pifanio, and Imogen. Imo. Thou told'ft me, when we came from horse, the place Was near at hand. Ne'er long'd my mother fo To fee me first, as I have now. -Pifania, Where is Pofthumus? What is in thy mind, That makes thee ftare thus ? wherefore breaks that figh Beyond felf-explication. Put thyfelf what's the matter? Why tender'ft thou that paper to me, with But keep that count'nance ftill. My husband's hand? And he's at fome hard point. Speak, man; thy tongue Pif. Please you, read; And you fhall find me, wretched man, a thing 'The most disdain'd of fortune. TH Imogen reads. I HY miftrefs, Pifanio, hath play'd the ftrumpet in my bed: the teftimonies whereof lie bleeding in me. Speak not out of weak furmises, but from proof as strong as my grief, and as certain as I expect my revenge. That part thou, Pifanio, must act for me. If thy faith be not tainted with the breach of hers, let thine hands take away her life: I fhall give thee opportunity at Milford-Haven. She hath my letter for the purpose; where, if thou fear to strike, and to make me certain it is done, thou art the Pander to ber difhonour, and equally to me difloyal, Pif. Pif. What fhall I need to draw my fword? the paper All corners of the world. Kings, Queens, and states, To lie in watch there, and to think on him? And cry myself awake? that falfe to's bed! Pif. Alas, good lady! Imo. I falfe? thy confcience witnefs, Iachimo,- Thou then look'dst like a villain: now, methinks, And, for I'm richer than to hang by th' walls, I must be ript to pieces with me: oh, Men's vows are women's traitors.- -All good Seeming Put on for villany: not born, where't grows; Pif. Madam, hear me Imo. True honeft men being heard, like falfe Æneas, Were in his time thought falfe: and Sinon's Weeping Did fcandal many a holy tear; took pity From most true wretchedness. So thou, Pofthumus, Goodly, and gallant, fhall be falfe and perjur'd, I draw the sword myself, take it, and hit The The riches of it. Do his Bidding, strike; Pif. Hence, vile inftrument! Imo. Why, I muft die; And, if I do not by thy hand, thou art No fervant of thy mafter's. 'Gainst self-flaughter There is a prohibition fo divine, That cravens my weak hand: come, here's my heart(Something's afore't foft, foft, we'll no defence ;) Obedient as the fcabbard! [Opening her breaft. What is here? The Scriptures of the loyal Leonatus [Pulling his letters out of her bofom. Corrupters of my faith! you fhall no more Pif. O gracious Lady! Since I receiv'd command to do this business, Imo. Do't, and to bed then. Pif. I'll break mine eye-balls first. Imo. Ah, wherefore then Didft undertake it? why haft thou abus'd Mine action and thine own? our horfes' labour? The time inviting thee? the perturb'd Court, For my being absent? whereunto I never Purpofe Return. Why haft thou gone fo far, To be unbent, when thou haft ta'en thy ftand, Th' elected deer before thee? Pif. But to win time To lofe fo bad employment, in the which Imo. Talk thy tongue weary, fpeak, Pif. Then, Madam, I thought, you would not back again. Bringing me here to kill me. Pif. Not fo neither; But if I were as wife as honest, then My purpofe would prove well; it cannot be, Imo. Some Roman Courtezan Pif. No, on my life. I'll give him notice you are dead, and fend him I fhould do fo. You fhall be mifs'd at Court, Imo. Why, good fellow, What fhall I do the while? where 'bide? how live? Or in my life what comfort, when I am Dead to my hufband? Pif. If you'll back to th' Court Imo. No Court, no Father; nor no more ado With that harsh, noble, fimple, Nothing, Cloten: That Cloten, whose love-fuit hath been to me As fearful as a fiege. |