The benediction of these covering heavens Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy Cym. A pair of worthier sons. Bel. Be pleas'd a while.- Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius; Your younger princely son; he, sir, was lapp'd Сут. Guiderius had Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star; It was a mark of wonder. Bel. This is he; Who hath upon him still that natural stamp: To be his evidence now. O, what am I Cym. A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother Rejoic'd deliverance more:-Bless'd may you be, That, after this strange starting from your orbs, You may reign in them now!-O Imogen, Thou hast lost by this a kingdom. Imo. No, my lord; I have got two worlds by't.-O my gentle brother, But I am truest speaker: you call'd me brother, When you were so indeed. Cym. Did you e'er meet? And at first meeting lov'd; Arv. Ay, my good lord. Continued so, until we thought he died. Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd. Cym. O rare instinct! When shall I hear all through? This fierce* abridge ment Hath to it circumstantial branches, which Distinction should be rich in t.-Where? how liv'd you? 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? These, And your three motives to the battle, with I know not how much more, should be demanded; And all the other by-dependencies, From chance to chance; but nor the time, nor place, Will serve our long intergatories. See, Posthumus anchors upon Imogen ; And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye [To Belarius. Imo. You are my father too; and did relieve me, To see this gracious season. Cym. All o'erjoy'd, Save these in bonds; let them be joyful too, For they shall taste our comfort. Imo. I will yet do you service. Luc. My good master, Happy be you! Cym. The forlorn soldier that so nobly fought, He would have well becom'd this place, and grac'd The thankings of a king. Post. I am, sir, The soldier that did company these three In poor beseeming; 'twas a fitment for * Vehement, rapid. ti. e. Which ought to be rendered distinct by an ample narrative. The purpose I then follow'd;-That I was he, lach. I am down again : [Kneeling. But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee, Post. Kneel not to me: The power that I have on you, is to spare you; Cym. We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law; Pardon's the word to all. Arv. Nobly doom'd: You holp us, sir, As you did mean indeed to be our brother: Joy'd are we, that you are. Post. Your servant, princes.-Good my lord of Rome, Call forth your soothsayer: As I slept, methought, Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows* Luc. Philarmonus, Sooth. Here, my good lord. Luc. Read, and declare the meaning. Sooth. [Reads.] When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown, without seeking find, and be embraced by a piece of tender air: and when from a stately cedar shall be lopped branches, which, being dead many years, shall after re Ghostly appearances. vive, be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty. Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp; The fit and apt construction of thy name, Which we call mollis aer; and mollis aer Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about® Cym. This bath some seeming. Сут. Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune Embraced. The imperial Cæsar, should again unite Cym. Laud we the gods; And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils Friendly together: so through Lud's town march: Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts.- Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace. This play has many just sentiments, some natural dialogues, and some pleasing scenes, but they are obtained at the expense of much incongruity. 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 upon unresisting imbecility, upon faults too evident for detection, and too gross for aggravation. JOHNSON. |