To have the courtefy your cradle promis'd; Guid. Than be so, Better to cease to be. I and my Pray, Sir, to th' army; brother are not known; yourself So out of thought, and thereto fo o'er-grown, Arv. By this Sun that shines, I'll thither; what thing is it, that I never A rider like myself who ne'er wore rowel, If Guid. By heav'ns, I'll go; you will bless me, Sir, and give me leave, Arv. So fay I, Amen. Bel. No reafon I (fince of your lives you fet So flight a valuation) fhould referve My crack'd one to more care. Have with you, boys; If in your country wars you chance to die, That is my bed too, lads; and there I'll lie. Lead, lead; the time seems long: their blood thinks fcorn 'Till it fly out, and fhew them Princes born. [Exeunt. ACT A CT V. SCENE, a Field between the British and Roman Camps. Enter Pofthumus, with a bloody handkerchief. POSTHUMUS. EA, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I wisht, YE Thou shouldst be colour'd thus. You married Ones, If each of you would take this course, how many Muft murder wives much better than themselves For wrying but a little? oh, Pifanio! Every good fervant does not all Commands; No bond, but to do just ones.————— Gods! if you Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults, I ne'er Me, wretch, more worth your vengeance. But alack, To have them fall no more :-you some permit (25) To fecond Ills with Ills, each worse than other, To And make them dread it, to the Doers' thrift.] The Divinity-Schools have not furnish'd juster Obfervations on the Conduct of Providence, than Pofthumus gives us here in his private Reflections. You Gods, fays he, act in a different manner with your different Creatures; You fnatch fome bence for little Faults; that's Love; To have them fall no more. Others, fays our Poet, you permit to live on, to multiply and increase in Crimes, And make them dread it, to the Doers' Thrift. Here's a Relative without an antecedent Subftantive; which is a Breach of Grammar. We must certainly read, And To fecond ills with ills, each worse than other, And make me bleft t'obey! I am brought hither Against my lady's Kingdom; 'tis enough, [Exit. Enter Lucius, Iachimo, and the Roman army at one door; Iach. The heavinefs, and guilt, within my bosom, And make them dreaded, to the Doers' Thrift. i. e. others you permit to aggravate one Crime with more; which Enormities not only make them revered and dreaded, but turn in other kinds to their Advantage. Dignity, Respect, and Profit, accrue to them from Crimes committed with Impunity. If ! If that thy gentry, Britaine, go before This lowt, as he exceeds our Lords, the odds Is, that we scarce are men, and you are Gods. [Exit. The battle continues; the Britons fy, Cymbeline is taken; then enter to his refcue, Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. Bel. Stand, ftand; we have th' advantage of the ground; That lane is guarded: nothing routs us, but The villany of our fears. Guid. Arv. Stand, ftand, and fight. Enter Pofthumus, and feconds the Britons. They rescue Cymbeline, and exeunt. Then enter Lucius, Iachimo, and Imogen. Luc. Away, boy, from the troops, and fave thyself; For friends kill friends, and the diforder's such As war were hood-wink'd. Iach. "Tis their fresh fupplies. Luc. It is a day turn'd ftrangely. Or betimes Let's re-inforce, or fly. [Exeunt. SCENE, another Part of the Field of Battle. Enter Pofthumus, and a British Lord. Lord. Post. I did. Am'st thou from where they made the Stand? Though you, it feems, came from the fliers. Lord. I did. Poft. No blame be to you, Sir, for all was loft, Meerly Meerly through fear, that the ftraight Pass was damm'd Lord. Where was this lane? Poft. Close by the battle, ditch'd, and wall'd with turf, Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier, (An honest one, I warrant,) who deferv'd "Like beafts, which you fhun beaftly, and may fave "But to look back in frown: ftand, stand.”- -Thefe three, Three thousand confident, in act as many; (For three performers are the file, when all The reft do nothing;) with this word, "Stand, ftand,” With their own Noblenefs, which could have turn'd Part, fhame, part, fpirit-renew'd; that fome, turn'd coward But by example, (oh, a fin in war, Damn'd in the first beginners!) 'gan to look A rout, confufion thick. Forthwith they fly The life o'th' need; having found the back door open Of the unguarded hearts, heav'ns, how they wound Some flain before, fome dying; fome, their friends VOL. VII. N O'er |