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Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath :/ All this I know; and to the marriage
Miscarried by my fault, let my old life Mon. O thou untaught! what manners is in Be sacrific'd some hour before bis time, this,
Unto the rigour of severest law. To press before thy father to a grave ?
Prince. We still have known thee for a holy Primce. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a
Where's Romeo's man? wbat can be sayin 'Till we an clear these ambiguities,
this And know their spring, their head, their true Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's descent ;
death; And then will I be general of your woes, And then in post he came from Mantua, And lead you even to death : Meantime for- To this same place, to this same monument. bear,
This letter he early bid ine give bis father ; And let mischance be slave to patience.- And threateu'd me with death, going in the Bring forth the parties of suspicion.
vault, Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least, If i departed not, and left him there. Yet most suspected, as the time and place
Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on Doth make against me, of this direfal mus.
it. der :
Where is the county's page, that rais'd the And here I stand, both to impeach and purge
watch 1 Myself condemned and myself accus'd.
Sirrah, what made your master in this place? Prince. Then say at once what thou dost Page. He came with flowers to strew his kuow in this.
lady's grave; Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of And bid me stand aloof, and so I did : breath
Anon, comes one with light to ope the tomb ; Is not so long as is a tedious tale.
And, by and by, my master drew on him; Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Ju. And then I ran away to call the watch.
Prince. This letter doth make good the And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful
friar's words, wife:
Their course of love, the tidings of her death : I married them; and their stolen-marriage. And here he wiites—that be did buy a poison day
of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal Was Tybalt's doomsday, whose untimely death came to this vault to die, and lie with JuBanish's the new-made bridegroom from this
Where be these enemies? Capulet ! MontaFor whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin'd. You-to remove that siege • of grief from her,- See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, Betroth'd, and would have married her per- | That heaven tinds means to kill your joys force,
with love! To county Paris :--Then comes she to me; And I, for winking at your discords too, And, with wild looks, bid me devise some Have lost a brace of kinsmen : * all are pun. means
ish'd. To rid her from this second marriage,
Cap. ( brother Montague, give me thy Or, in my cell there would she kill berself.
band: Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art,
This is my daughter's jointure, for no more A sleeping potion ; which so took effect
Can I dernaud. As I intended, for it wrought on ber
Mon. But I can give thee more : The form of death : meantime I writ to Romeo, For I will raise her statue in pure gold; That he should hither come as this dire night, That, while Verona by that name is known, To help to take her from ber borrow'd grave, There shall no figure at such rate be set, Being the time the potion's force should As that of true and faithful Juliet. cease.
Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie; But be which bore my letter, friar John,
Poor sacritices of our enmity ! Was staid by accident; and yesternight
Prince. A glooming peace this morning with Return'd my letter back : Then all alone,
it brings; At the prefixed hour of her waking,
The sun for sorrow will not show his bead : Came i to take her from her kindred's vault; Go bence, to have more talk of these sad Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
things ; Till I conveniently could send to Romeo :
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punBut when I came, (some ininute ere the time
ished : + or her awakening,) here untimely lay
For never was a story of more woe, The noble Paris, and true Romeo, dead.
Tban this of Juliet and her Romeo. She wakes ; and I entreated her come forth,
(Exeunt. And bear this work of heaven with patience :
• Mercutio and Paris. But then a noise did scare me from the tomb; + In the original story to which this line refers) And she too desperate, would not go with me, the price tortures and hangs the apothecary ; banishes But (as it seems,) did violence on herself. the old nurse ; pardons Romco's servant and alless
Friar Laurence to retire tu a hermitage in the vicinity • Seat.
AS a piece for dramatic exhibition, this tragedy has been essentially improved by the celebrated Mr. Garricki 1.ot only in the style and language, by which the jingle and quibble of many of its passages are expunged, but also by the transposition of several scenes, and by the following essential deviation from the original plot i As amended by him, and represented at present, no mention is made of Rosaline, and the sudden and undatural change of Romeo's affection from her to Juliet is thereby aroided : Juliet also revives from her death-like slumber before the potion hos fully operated upon the frame of Romeo, and he dies in her arms, after attempting to carry her from the tomb. By this most judicious alteration, the pathos of the scene is heightened to its highest pitch ; for nothing can be more melting than the incidents and expressions which so highly-wrought a catastrophe affonds. In the Italian story upon which the play is founded, such was actually the developmeut of the plot, but Shakspeare hand certoinly recourse to the English or French translation ; in which this addition to the tale was upon sono account wanitted.
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE.
tarns, sccer in a novel of Boccaccio's ; but our poet obtained them in a different shape, from an old storybook entitled Westward for Smelts. Cymbeline, who gives name to the play, but is a cipher of royalty, began to reign over Britain in the 19h year of Augustus Cæsar. He filled the throne during thirty-five years, leaving two sons, Guiderius and Arviragus. The play commences in the 16th year of the Christian era, which was the Path year of Cymbeline's reign, and the 42nd of Augustus's. The subject of the piece is disjointed and much too diffese : it exhibits some monstrous breaches of dramatic unity, and several very languid and make-shift scenes. But the part of Imogen is most delicately and delightfully drawo ; her ideas are remarkably luxuri. ant, fet pestrained ; and the natural warmth of her affections is, in many instances, most beautifully expressed. Cloten is an incongruous animal, with some strong points about him; and a fine contrast to Posthumus, who is sketched with great judgment, feeling, and consistency. The Queen is an unfinished character, desirous of producing mischief, but possessing neither ener nor ability to accomplish her schemes i and though lachimo's cunning is portrayed with uncommon skill in his first attempt upon Imogen's virtue, yet his subsequent penitence and candour (however conducive to the moral) are not consistent with the usual hardihood of so tborongb-paced a villain. Notwithstanding its fine passages and affecting incidents, this play was lost to the stage until Garrick undertook to revise it, by the abridgment of some scenes, and the transposition of others, it was reduced within the compass of a night's performance ; and has since continued a periodical favourite with the public. Dr. Johnson decides the merits of this historical drama in the following suin mary mauner : u To remark the folly of the fiction, the absurdity of the conduct, the confusion of the names and manners of different times, and the impossibility of the events in any system of life, were to waste criticism npon unresisting imbecility, upon faults too evadent for detection, and too gross for aggravation.” No one can deny the elegance or point of the Doctor's critical sentences, nor their murderous efficiency when meant to despatch an adversary at a single blow ; but the greatest fault of our poet consists in his having christened some characters of the first century with names which belonged to the fifteenth; and in his having seasoned their antique Roman honesty with a smattering of modern Italian villany.
DRAMATIS PERSONF.. CYWEELINE, King of Britain.
A ROMAN CAPTAIN. Two BRITISH CAPTAINS. CLOTEN, Son to the Queen by a former hus. PISANTO, Servant to Posthumus. band.
CORNELIUS, a Physician.
IMOGEN, Daughter to Cymbeline by a former
under the names of Poly: Helen, Woman to Imogen. ARTIRAGUS,
dore and Cadwal, supposed
Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, Pasla810, Friend to procerumus, Italians.
Apparitions, a Soothsayer, a Dutch Gentle , Philario,
man, a Spanish Gentleman, Musicians, ofA FRENCH GENTLEMAN, Friend to Philario. ficers, Captains, Soldiers, Messengers, and Caius Lucius, General of the Roman Forces. other Attendants.
SCENE, sometimes in Britain ; sometimes in Italy.
1 Gent. His daughter, and the heir of his
kingdoni, whom SCENE 1.-Britain.-The Garden behind He purpos'd to bis wife's sole son, (a widow, CYMBELINE's Palace.
That late he married.) hath referr'd herseli
Uuto a poor but worthy gentleman : She's wedded ; Enter two GENTLEMEN.
Her husband banish'd ; she imprison'd : all 1 Gent. Yon do not meet a man, but frowns : Is outward sorrow; though, I tbink, the king our bloods
Be touch'd at very heart.
1 Gent. He, that hath lost her, too : so is the 2 Gent. But what's the matter?
(tier, That most desir'd the match : But not a cour• Inclinations. 1. Many pages of controversy have been wasted upon Although they wear their faces to the bent this passage, which is very obscure, and must ever re
of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at.
2 Gent. And why so?
So soon as I can win the offended king, i Gent. He that hath miss'd the princess, is a I will be known your advocate : marry, yet thing
The fire of rage is in him ; and 'twere good Too bad for bad report : and he that hath her, You lean'd unto his sentence, with what pa. (I mean, that married her, alack, good man !
tience And therefore banish'd) is a creature such Your wisdom may inform you. As, to seek through the relgions of the earth Post. Please your highness, For one his like, there would be something I will from hence to-day. failing
Queen. You know the peril In him that should compare. I do not think I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying So fair an outward, and such stuff within, The pangs of barr'd affections; though the Endows a man but he.
king 2 Gent. You speak him far. *
Hath charg'd you should not speak together. 1 Gent. I do extend him, Sir, within himself;
(Exit QUEEN. Crush him together, rather than unfold
Imo, O His measure duly.
Dissembling courtesy ! How fine this tyrant 2 Gent. What's his name, and birth ? Can tickle where she wounds -My dearest 1 Gent. I cannot delve him to the root : His
I something fear my father's wratb; but Was call's şicilius, who did join his honour (Always reserv'd my holy duty,) what Against the Romans, with Cassibelan;
His rage can do on me : You must be gone; But had his titles by Tenantius, + whom
And I shall here abide the hourly shot He serv'd with glory and adınir'd success; of angry eyes ; nor comforted to live, So gain'd the sur-addition, Leonatus :
But that there is this jewel in this world,
That I may see again.
To be suspected of more tenderness
Known but by letter: thither write, my queen, Breeds him, and makes bim of his bed-chamber : And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you Puts him to all the learnings that his time
send, Could make him the receiver of; which he Though ink be made of gall. took,
Re-enter QUEEN. As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd; and In his spring became a harvest : Liv'd in court, Queen. Be brief, I pray you : (Which rare it is to do,) most prais'd, mosi If the king come, I shall incur I know not lov'd :1
[ture, How much of his displeasure :-Yet I'll more A sample to the youngest ; to the more ma.
(Aside. A glass that feated them ; and to the graver,
To walk this way: I never do him wrong, A child that guided dotards : to his mistress, But he does buy my injuries, to be friends ; For whom he now is banish'd,-her own price Pays dear for my offences. Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue ; Post. Should we be taking leave By her election may be truly read,
As loug a term as yet we have to live, What kind of man he is.
The loathness to départ would grow : Adieu ! 2 Gent. I honour bim
Imo. Nay, stay a little :
Such parting were too petty. Look here, love ; 1 Gent. His only child.
This diamond was my mother's : take it, beart; He had two sons, (if this be worth your hearing, But keep it till you woo another wife, Mark it,) the eldest of them at three years old,
When Imogen is dead. l'the swathing clothes the other, from their Post. How ! how ! another ? nursery
[knowledge You gentle gods give me but this I bare, Were stolen : and, to this hour, no guessin And sear up my embracements from a bext Which way they went.
With bonds of death —Remain thou here 2 Gent. How long is this ago ?
(Putting on the Ring. 1 Gent. Some twenty years.
Wbile sense + can keep it on! And sweetest, 2 Gent. That a king's children should be so
fairest, convey'd !
As I my poor self did exchange for you, So slackly guarded! And the search so slow, To your so intinite loss; so, in our trifles That could not trace them
I still win of you : For my sake, wear this ; 1 Gent. Howsoe'er 'tis strange,
It is a manacle of love : I'll place it Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at,
Upon this fairest prisoner. Yet is it true, Sir.
(Putting a Bracelet on her arm. 2 Gent. I do well believe you.
Imo. O the gods ! I Gent. We must forbear : Here come the When shall we see again ? queen and princess.
Enter CYMBELINE and LORDS.
Post. Alack, the king!
Cym. Thou basest thing, avoid ! bence, from Enter the QUEEN, POSTHUMUS, and IMOGEN.
my sight! Queen. No, be assur'd, you shall not find me, if, after this command, thou fraught t the court daughter,
With thy unworthiness, thou diest : Away ! After the slander of most step-mothers,
Thou art poison to my blood. Evil-ey'd unto you : you are my prisoner, but
Post. The gods prote Your jailer shall deliver you the keys (mus, And bless the good remainders of the court ! That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthú I am gone.
Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death • You are lavish in your encomiums.
More sharp than this is. + The father of Cymbeline.
C'ym. O disloyal thing, * To be at once loved and praised, is truly rare. Formed their manners.
+ Se usation. * F.
• Close up.