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Q'er-borne i'th' former wave ; ten, chac'd by one,
Lord. This was strange chance,
Poft. Nay, do but wonder at it; you are made (26) Rather to wonder at the things you hear, Than to work any. Will you rhime upon't? And vent it for a mockery? here is one: “ Two boys, an old man, (twice a boy,) a lane, “ Preserv'd the Britons, was the Romans' bane."
Lord. Nay, be not angry, Sir.
Poft. ’Lack! to what end?
[Exit. Poft. This is a Lord
-oh noble misery,
To've sav'd their carcasses: took heel to do't,
died too? I, in mine own woe charm’d,
(26) Nay, do not wonder at it ; you are made
Raiher to wonder at the Things you hear,
Than to work any.] Sure, this is mock reasoning with a Vengeance. What! because he was made fitter to wonder at great A&tions, than to perform any, is he therefore forbid to wonder ? Not and but are perpetually miltaken for one another in the old Editions,
Once touch my
shoulder. Great the slaughter is Here made by th’ Roman ; great the answer be, Britons must take. For me, my ransom's death; On either side I come to spend my
breath; Which neither here I'll keep, nor bear again, But end it by some means for Imogen.
Enter two British Captains, and Soldiers. i Cap. Great Jupiter be prais’d, Lucius is taken ; 'Tis thought, the old man, and his fons, were angels.
2 Cap. There was a fourth man, in a silly habit, That gave
th' affront with them. i Cap. So 'tis reported; But none of them can be found. Stand, who's there?
Poft. A Roman
2 Cap. Lay hands on him; a dog!
fanio, and Roman captives. The captains present Posthumus to Cymbeline, who delivers him over to a Gcaler. After zuhich, all
SCENE changes to a Prison.
OU shall not now be stoll'n, you've locks
upon you; So, graze, as you find pasure. 2 Goal. Ay, or itomach.
[Exeunt Goalers. Poft. Most welcome, bondage! for thou art a way, I think, to liberty; yet am I better Than one that's sick o'th' gout, since he had rather Groan so in perpetuity than be curd By th' sure physician, death; who is the key
T’unbar these locks. My conscience ! thou art fetter'd,
part; take No Itricter Render of me, than my all. I know, you are more clement than vile men, Who of their broken debtors take a third, A fixth, a tenth, letting them thrive again On their abatement; that's not my desire. For Imogen’s dear life, take mine ; and though "Tis not so dear, yet ’tis a life ; you coin’d it. "Tween man and man, they weigh not every stamp 7 hough light, take pieces for the figure's fake;
If of my Freedom 'tis the main part, take
No ftriéter Render of me, than my all.] Nonsense has one happy Property, in that one needs not many Words to be made sensible of it; but 'tis in this respect, like ligiit, perceiv’d as soon as shewn. Such is the glaring Nonsense of these Lines. What we can discover from them is this, that the Speaker, in a Fit of Penitency towards Heaven, compares his Circumstances with a Debtor's, who is willing to surrender up all to appease his Creditor. This being the Sense in general, I may venture to say, the true Reading must have been thus.
The Verb doff is too frequently used by our Author to need any Quotations in Proof; and, surely, here with peculiar Elegance. i. e. " To give all the Satisfaction I am able to your offended Godheads, “ I voluntarily divest myself of my Freedom: 'Tis the only Thing “ I have worth offering by way of Atonement, take no ftrieter “ Render of me than my All."
You rather, mine, being yours: and fo, great Powers,
Solemn mufick : Enter, as in an apparition, Sicilius Leo
natus, father to Posthumus, an old man, attired like
Thy spite on mortal flies:
That thy Adulteries
Whole face I never saw ?
Attending Nature's Law.
Thou orphans' father art ;)
From his earth-vexing smart.
But took me in my throes ;
Came crying 'mongst his foes,
Moulded the stuff fo fair;
As great Sicilius' heir.
In Britaine where was he,
In eye of Imogen, that best
Could deem his dignity?
To be exil'd, and thrown
From her his dearest one ?
Slight thing of Italy,
With needless jealousy,
O'th other's villany?
Our parents, and us twain,
Fell bravely and were slain ;
With honour to maintain.
To Cymbeline performid;
Why haft thou thus adjourn'd
Being all to dolours turn’d?
No longer exercise,
And poterit injuries.
Take off his miseries.
Or we poor ghosts will cry
Against thy Deity. 2 Breth. Help, Jupiter, or we appeal,
And from thy justice fly.