When shall I hear all through?-How lived you?

where?

And when came you to serve our Roman captive?
How parted with your brothers? how first met them?
Why fled you from the court? and whither?
But nor the time, nor place,

Will serve our long interrogatories.-See,
Posthumus anchors upon Imogen;

And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye
On him.-All o'erjoy'd,

Save these in bonds; let them be joyful too,

For they shall taste our comfort.—

[GUARDS take off their Chains.

The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought;

He would have well becomed this place, and graced The thankings of a king.

Post. I am, sir,

The soldier that did company these three
In poor beseeming; 'twas a fitment for

The purpose I then follow'd:-That I was he,
Speak, lachimo; I had you down, and might
Have made you finish.

Iach. I am down again :

[Kneels.

But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee,

As then your force did.

But, your ring first;

And here the bracelet of the truest princess,

That ever swore her faith:-
:-

Now take that life, 'beseech you,

Which I so often owe.

Post. Kneel not to me:

The power that I have on you is to spare you;
The malice towards you, to forgive you :-Live,
And deal with others better.

Cym. Nobly doom'd:

We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law;

Pardon's the word to all-Laud we the gods;

And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils

From our bless'd altars!-Set we forward: Let
A Roman and a British ensign wave

Friendly together: so through Lud's town march :
Set on there :-Never was a war did cease,

Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace. [Exeunt omnes.-Drums and Trumpets.

THE END.

OR,

THE ROMAN MATRON;

A HISTORICAL PLAY,

IN FIVE ACTS;

BY WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.

AS PERFORMED AT THE

THEATRE ROYAL, COVENT GARDEN,

PRINTED UNDER THE AUTHORITY OF THE MANAGERS

FROM THE PROMPT BOOK.

WITH REMARKS

BY MRS INCHBALD

LONDON:

PRINTED FOR LONGMAN, HURST, REES, ORME, AND BROWN,