A On either fide I come to fpend my breath; Enter two Captains, and Soldiers. 1 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 filly habit, That gave th' affront, with them. 1 Cap. So 'tis reported; But none of f 'em can be found. Stand, who's there? Poft. A Roman, Who had not now been drooping here; if feconds Had anfwer'd him. 2 Cap. Lay hands on him; a dog, A leg of Rome fhall not return to tell What crows have peck'd them here; he brags his fervice As if he were of note; bring him to th' king. Enter Cymbeline, Bellarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, PiTanio, and Roman captives. The captains prefent Pofthumus to Cymbeline, who delivers him over to a goaler. SCENE III. A Prifon. Enter Pofthumus, and two goalers. OU fhall not now be stoln, you've locks 1 Goal. upon you; So graze, as you find pafture. 2 Goal. Ay, or ftomach. [Exeunt Goalers. Foft. Most welcome bondage! for thou art a way, I think, to liberty; yet am I better Than one that's fick o'th' gout, fince he had rather Groan fo in perpetuity than be cur'd By the fure phyfician, death; who is the key T'unbar T'unbar thefe locks. My confcience! thou art fetter'd More than my fhanks and wrifts; you good gods give ine The penitent inftrument to pick that bolt, Is't enough I'm forry? If * * * [He fleeps. SCENE **** Here follows a Vilion, a Mafque, and a Prophecy, which interrupt the Fable without the leaft neceffity, and unmeasurably lengthen this aft. I think it plainly foifted in afterwards for meer show, and apparently not of Shakespear, tt t Solemn mufick Enter as in an apparition, Sicilius Leonatus, father to Pofthumus, an old man, attired like a warrior, leading in his hand an ancient matron, bis wife, and mother to Pofthumus, with mufick be fore them. Then after other mufick, follow the two young Leonati, brothers to Pofthumus, with wounds as ds SCENE IV. Cymbeline's Trent. Enter Cymbeline, Bellarius, Guiderius, Arvi Cym. STAND by my fide, you whom the gods have made Prefervers of my throne. Wo is my heart, That the poor foldier that fo richly fought, (Whofe rags fham'd gilded arms, whofe naked breast Stept as they died in the wars. They circle Pofthumus round as he lyes fleeping. Sici. No more thou thunder-mafter Shew thy fpite, on mortal flies: With Mars fall out, with Juno chide, that thy adulteries Rates and revenges. Hath my poor boy done ought but well, Whofe face I never faw? I dy'd, whilft in the womb he Itay'd, report, Whofe father, Jove! (as men rep Thou should't have been, and fhielded him From his earth-vexing fmart. Moth. Lucina lent not me her aid, But took me in my throes, That from me my Pofthumus ript; A thing of pity! Sici. Great nature, like his ancestry, Moulded the stuff fo fair; That he deferv'd the praife o'th' world, As great Sicilius' heir. Bro Stept before fhields of proof,) cannot be found: Bel. I never faw Such noble fury in fo poor a thing: Such precious deeds in one that promis'd nought Cym. No tidings of him? Pif. He hath been fearch'd among the dead and living, But no trace of him. I Bro. When once he was mature for man, That could ftand up his parallel, In Or rival object be, eye of Imogen, that beft Could deem his dignity? Moth. With marriage therefore was he mockt To be exil'd, and thrown From Leonatus' feat, and caft From her his deareft one: Sweet Imogen! Sici. Why did you fuffer Iachimo, To taint his noble heart and brain And to become the geek and fcorn 2 Bre. For this, from stiller feats we came, Fell bravely and were flain, Our fealty and Tenantius' right, With honour to maintain. 1 Bro. Like hardiment Pofthumus hath Then Jupiter, thou king of gods, The graces for his merits due, Cym Sici. Cym. To my grief, I am The heir of his reward, which I will add To you, the liver, heart, and brain of Britain. To Bell, Guid. and Arvirag. By whom, I grant, fhe lives. 'Tis now the time To ask of whence you are. Report it. Sici. Thy crystal window ope; look out; No longer exercise, Upon a valiant race, thy harfh And potent injuries. Moth. Since, Jupiter, our fon is good, Take off his miferies. Sici. Peep through thy marble mansion, help, To th' fhining fynod of the reft, 2. Breth. Help Jupiter, or we appeal, Bel 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, This |