Jupiter defcends in thunder and lightning, fitting upon an eagle; he throws a thunder-bolt." The ghosts fall on their knees. Jupit. No more, you petty fpirits of region low, No care of yours it is: you know, 'tis ours. And happier much by his affliction made. [Jup. drops a tablet. Our pleasure his full fortune doth confine; And fo, away;no farther with your din Exprefs impatience, left you ftir up mine; Mount, eagle, to my palace crystalline. [Afcends. Sici. He came in thunder, his cœleftial breath Was fulphurous to fmell; the holy eagle Stoop'd, as to foot us; his afcenfion is More fweet than our bleft fields; his royal bird Prunes the immortal wing, and cloys his beak, As when his God is pleas'd. All. Thanks, Jupiter! Sici. The marble pavement closes, he is enter'd His radiant roof: away, and to be bleft Let us with care perform his great beheft. [Vanish. Poft. [waking,] Sleep, thou hast been a grandfire, and begot A father to me: and thou haft created A mother and two brothers. But, oh fcorn! N 4 Gone Gone-they went hence fo foon as they were born ; And yet are steep'd in favours; so am I That have this golden chance, and know not why: WH [Reads.] HEN as the lion's whelp fhall, to himself unknown, without feeking find, and be embrac'd by a piece of tender air; and when from a ftately cedar fhall be lopt branches, which, being dead many years, fhall after revive, be jointed to the old ftock, and freshly grow, then fall Pofthumus end his miferies, Britaine be fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty. "Tis ftill a dream; or elfe fuch ftuff, as madmen Tongue, and brain not: (do either both, or nothing ;-) Or fenfelefs fpeaking, or a fpeaking fuch As fenfe cannot untie. But what it is, The action of my life is like it, which I'll keep If but for fympathy. Enter Goaler. Goal. Come, Sir, are you ready for death? Goal. Hanging is the word, Sir; if you be ready for that, you are well cook'd. Poft. So if it prove a good repaft to the spectators, the dish pays the fhot. Goal. A heavy reckoning for you, Sir; but the comfort is, you fhall be call'd to no more payments, fear no more tavern bills, which are often the fadness of parting, as the procuring of mirth; you come in faint for want of meat, depart reeling with too much drink ; forry that you have paid too much, and forry that you are are paid too much; purse and brain, both empty, the brain the heavier, for being too light; the purfe too light, being drawn of heavinefs. Oh, of this contradiction you fhall now be quit: oh, the charity of a penny cord, it fums up thousands in a trice; you have no true debtor, and creditor, but it; of what's past, is, and to come, the discharge; your neck, Sir, is pen, book, and counters; fo the acquittance follows. Poft. I am merrier to die, than thou art to live. Goal. Indeed, Sir, he, that fleeps, feels not the toothache: but a man that were to fleep your fleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think, he would change places with his officer: for look you, Sir, you know not which way you fhall go. Poft. Yes, indeed, do 1, fellow. Goal. Your death has eyes in's head then; I have not feen him fo pictur'd: you must either be directed by fome that take upon them to know; or to take upon yourself that, which, I am fure, you do not know; or lump the after-enquiry on your own peril; and how you shall speed in your journey's-end, I think, you'll never return to tell one. Poft. I tell thee, fellow, there are none want eyes, to direct them the way I am going, but such as wink, and will not use them. Goal. What an infinite mock is this, that a man fhould have the best use of eyes, to see the way of blindnefs! I am fure, hanging's the way of winking. Enter a Meffenger. Mef. Knock off his manacles, bring your prifoner to the King. Poft. Thou bring'ft good news; I am called to be made free. Goal. I'll be hang'd then. Post. Thou shalt be then freer than a goaler; no bolts for the dead. [Exeunt Pofthumus and Meffenger. Goal. Unless a man would marry gallows, and beget young gibbets, I never faw one fo prone. Yet, on my confcience, there are verier knaves defire to live, for N 5 all all he be a Roman: and there be fome of them too, that die against their wills; fo fhould I, if I were one. I would, we were all of one mind, and one mind good; O, there were defolation of goalers and gallowfes; I speak against my present profit, but my wish hath a preferment in't. [Exit. SCENE, Cymbeline's Tent. Enter Cymbeline, Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, Cym. STAND by my fide, you, whom the Gods have Prefervers of my Throne. Woe is my heart, He fhall be happy that can find him, if Our grace can make him so. Bel. I never faw (28) Such noble fury in fo poor a thing: Such precious deeds in one that promis'd nought Cym. No tydings of him? Pif. He hath been fearch'd among the dead and living, But no trace of him. (28) I never faw Such noble Fury in jo poor a Thing; Such precious Deeds in one that promis'd Nought But Begg'ry and poor Looks. But pray, how can it be faid, that one, whofe poor Looks promise But Begg'ry and poor Luck. it was not the poor We must read with This fets the Matter entirely right, and makes Belarius speak Sense and to the purpofe. For there was the extraordinary Thing; he promis'd Nothing but peor Luck, and yet perform'd fuch Wonders. Mr. Warburton. Cym. Cym. To my grief, I am The heir of his reward; which I will add To you, (the liver, heart, and brain of Britaine ;) [To Bel. Guid. and Arvirag. "Tis now the time By whom, I grant, fhe lives. Bel. Sir, In Cambria are we born, and Gentlemen: Cym. Bow your knees; Arife my Knights o'th' battle; I create you Enter Cornelius, and Ladies. There's business in thefe faces: why fo fadly Cor. Hail, great King! To four your happiness, I muft report Cym. Whom worse than a phyfician Cym. Pr'ythee, say. Cor. First, the confefs'd, fhe never lov'd you: only ' Affected Greatnefs got by you, not you: Married your Royalty, was wife to your Place; Abhorr'd your perfon. Cym. She alone knew this: And, but she spoke it dying, I would not Cor. |