(The first, that ever touch'd him) he was carried Clot. Come, there's no more Tribute to be paid. Our Kingdom is ftronger than it was at that time; and, as I said, there is no more fuch Cafars; other of them may have crook'd nofes, but, to own fuch ftrait arms, none. Cym. Son, let your mother end. Clot. We have yet many among us can gripe as hard as Cafibelan; I do not fay, I am one; but I have a hand.. Why, Tribute? Why fhould we pay Tribute? if Cæfar can hide the Sun from us with a blanket, or put the Moon in his pocket, we will pay him Tribute for light; elfe, Sir, no more Tribute, pray you now. Cym. You must know, 'Till the injurious Roman did extort This tribute from us, We were free. Cæfar's ambition, Luc. I'm forry, Cymbeline, That I am to pronounce Auguftus Cæfar L 2 (Cefar, (Cafar, that hath more Kings his fervants, than Thy felf domestick Officers) thine enemy. Receive it from me then.- -War and Confufion Caius; Thy Cafar knighted me; my youth I spent Luc. Let proof speak. Clot. His Majefty bids you welcome. Make paftime with us a day or two, or longer: If you feek us afterwards on other terms, you fhall find us in our falt water girdle: if you beat us out of it, it is yours: if you fall in the adventure, our crows fhall fare the better for you; and there's an end.' Luc. So, Sir. Cym. I know your mafter's pleasure, and he mine: All the Remain is, Welcome. Enter Pifanio, reading a Letter. [Exeunt. Pif. How? of adultery? wherefore write you not, Is fall'n into thy ear? what falfe Italian, Thy fortunes. How? that I fhould murther her? blood! -I, her! -her If If it be fo to do good fervice, never Let me be counted ferviceable. - How look I, So much as this fact comes to? Do't -the letter, [Reading. -Damn'd paper! That I have fent her, by her own command Black as the ink that's on thee: fenfelefs bauble! I'm ignorant in what I am commanded. Pif. Madam, here is a letter from my lord. Some griefs are medicinable; that is one of them, (12) All but in that. Good wax, thy leave,Bleft be (12) Some Griefs are medicinable, that is one of them, For it doth phyfick Love of his Content, All but in That.] 1 Thus Mr. Pope has wifely pointed this Paffage in his 4to Edition of our Poet: by which it is demonftrable, he did not underftand it. If Grief phyficks Love of his Content, then it purges his Content away, which is by no means our Author's meaning. All the Editions have confounded the Sense by a bad Pointing: I have reform'd the whole Context to Sense, and Perfpicuity. [Reading. USTICE, and your father's wrath, fhould be take me in his Dominion, could not be fo cruel to me; but you, oh the dearest of creatures, would even renew me with your eyes. Take notice, that I am in Cambria, at Milford-Haven: what your own love will out of this adwife you, follow. So, he wishes you all happiness, that remains loyal to his vow, and your increasing in love; Leonatus Pofthumus. Oh, for a horfe with wings! hear'ft thou, Pifanio? -how far it is from our hence going Pif. One score 'twixt fun and fun, Madam, 's enough for you: and too much too. Imo. Why, one that rode to's execution, man, Could never go fo flow: I've heard of riding wagers, Where horses have been nimbler than the fands That run i'th' clock's behalf. But this is fool'ry. Go, bid my woman feign a fickness; say, She'll home t' her father: and provide me, present, A A riding fuit; no costlier than would fit Pif. Madam, you'd beft confider. Imo. I fee before me, man, nor here, nor here, (13) Nor what enfues, but have a fog in Ken, That I cannot look thro'. Away, I pr'ythee, [Excunt. SCENE changes to a Foreft with a Cave, in Bel. Wales. Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. A Goodly day! not to keep house, with fuch Whofe roof's as low as ours: fee, boys! this gate Inftructs you how t'adore the heav'ns; and bows you Guid. Hail, heaven! Bel. Now for our mountain sport, up to yond hill, (13) I fee before me, Man, nor here, nor here, Nor what ensues; but have a Fog in them, That I cannot look thro'.] Where is the Subftantive, to which this Relative plural, them, can poffibly have any Reference? There is None; and the Senfe, as well as Grammar, is defective. I have ventur'd to reftore, against the Authority of the printed Copies, but have a Fog in Ken, That I cannot look thro'. Imogen would fay, "Don't talk of confidering, Man; I nei"ther fee prefent Events, nor Confequences; but am in a Mist "of Fortune, and refolv'd to proceed on the Project deter"min'd. In Ken, means, in profpect, within Sight, before my Eyes. L 4 Your |