Bel. Prythee, fair youth, Guid. Were you a woinan, youth, Arv. I'll make't my comfort, my brother : Imo. (18) 'Mongst friends, Bel. He wrings at some distress. Arv. Or I, whate'er it be, [Whispering. (18) Imo. 'Mongst Friends If Brothers, 'would it bad been so, that they Had been my Father's Sons.] I cannot think this the Poet's Pointing, and therefore have ventur'd to reform it. Arviragus had said, he would love Imogen as a Brother, gives her a Welcome as such, and tells her, she is fall'n among Friends. Among Friends indeed, replies the very naturally, if I am to stand in the Rank of a Brother. Then ftriking into a private Retiection on having lost her own Brothers, the wishes, these Two kind Youths were but her Father's Sons, Vol. VII. M Which Which their own conscience seald them ; (19) laying by Bel. It shall be fo : pray, draw near. Arv. The night to th’owl, and morn to th' lark, less welcome! Imo. Thanks, Sir. Arv. I pray, draw near. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to Rome. Enter two Roman Senators, and Tribunës. T Sen. HIS is the tenor of the Emperor's Writ; That since the common men are now in action 'Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians, And that the legions now in Gallia are (19) -laying by Could not out-peer these twain.] The only Idea, that differing can here convey, is, variable, changing Multitudes; but then what is the Nothing-Gift which they are fuppos’d to bestow? The Poet must mean, that Court, that obsequious Adoration, which the shifting Vulgar pay to the Great, is a Tribute of no Price or Value. I am persuaded therefore, our Poet coin'd this Participle from the French Verb, and wrote That Norbing-Gift of defering Multitudes, i. e. obsequious, paying Deference. -Deferer, Ceder par Ref-. peet a quelcun, obeir, condescendere, &c. Deferent, civil, jpectueux, &c. RICHELET. Full Full weak to undertake our war against Tri. Is Lucius Gen'ral of the Forces ? i Sen. With those legions [Exeunt. A CT IV. Enter Cloten alone. I it Am near to th' place where they should meet, if serve me! why should his mistress, who was made by him that made the tailor, not be fit too! the rather, (faving reverence of the word,) because, 'tis faid, a woman's (20) And to you, the Tribunes His absolute Commission.] Commands bis Commission is such a Phrase as Shakespeare would hardly have us'd. I have, by Mr. Warburton's Advice, ventured to subfti. tute ; be commends His absolute Commission. i. e, he recommends the Care of making this Levy to you; and gives you an absolute Commission for to doing. fitness M 2 fitness comes by fits. Therein I must play the workman ; I dare speak it to myself, (for it is not vain-glory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber;) I mean, the lines of my body are as well drawn as his; no lets young, more strong, not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike converfant in general services and more remarkable in single oppositions; yet this imperseverant thing loves him in my despight. What mortality is ! Posthumus, thy head, which is now growing upon thy shoulders, shall within this hour be off, thy mistress enforc'l, thy garments cut to pieces before thy face; and all this done, spurn her home to her father, who may, haply, be a little angry for my so rough usage; but my mother, having power of his teftiness, shall turn all into my commendations. My horse is ty'd up safe: out, sword, and to a fore purpose ! fortune put them into my hand; this is the very description of their meeting place, and the fellow dares not deceive me. [Exit. SCENE changes to the Front of the Cave. Enter Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, and Imogen, from the Cave. Bel. OU are not well: remain here in the cave; We'll come tyou after hunting. Arv. Brother, stay here : [To Imogen. Are we not brothers? Imo. So man and man should be ; But clay and clay differs in dignity, Whose dust is both alike. I'm very sick. Imo. So fick I am not, yet I am not well; YoW I'll rob none but myself; and let me die, Guid. I love thee: I have spoke it; Bel. What ? how ? how ? Arv. If it be fin to say so, Sir, I yoke me Bil. O noble frain ! Arv. Brother, farewel. heard ! Guid. I could not stir him ; Arv. Thus did he answer me ; yet said, hereafter Bel. To th’ field, to th' field : Arv. We'll not be long away. Bel. Pray, be not sick, M 3 Iiny. |