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Than be so, Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army: I and my brother are not known; yourself So out of thought, and thereto so o'ergrown, Cannot be question'd. Arv.

By this sun that shines,
I'll thither: What thing is it, that I never
Did see man die ? scarce ever look'd on blood
But that of coward hares, hot goats, and ve-

nison?
Never bestrid a horse, save one, that had
A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel
Nor iron on his heel? I am asham'd
To look upon the holy sun, to have
The benefit of his bless'd beams, remaining
So long a poor unknown.

I Gui.

By heavens, I'll go : | If you will bless me, sir, and give me leave,

I'll take the better care ; but if you will not,
The hazard therefore due fall on me, by
The hands of Romans !
Aro.

So say I; Amen.
Bel. No reason I, since of your lives you sct
So slight a valuation, should reserve
My crack'd one to more care. Have with you,

boys: If in your country wars you chance to die, That is my bed too, lads, and there I'll lie : Lead, lead. — The time seems long : their blood thinks scorn,

[Aside. Till it fly out and show them princes born.

(E.reunt.

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"There scatter'd oft, the earliest of the year,
By hands unseen, are showers of violets found;
The redbreast loves to build and warble there,
And little footsteps lightly print the ground."

3 SCENE II.—“ We have done our obsequics."

In the Introductory Notice we have given an opinion as to the dramatic value of the dirge of Collins as compared with that of Shakspere. Taken apart from the scene, it will always be reau with pleasure.

A SONG, Sung by Guiderius and Arviragus over Fidele, supposed

to be dead.

SCENE II.-But his neat cookery." Mrs. LENNOX has the following remark upon this passage :-" This princess, forgetting that she bad put on boy's clothes to be a spy upon the actions of her husband, commences cook to two youog foresters and their father, who live in a cave; and we are told how nicely she sauced the broths. Certainly this princess had a most economical education." Douce has properly commented upon this impertinence :—“Now wbat is this but to expose her own ignorance of ancient manners ? If she had missed the advantage of qualifying berself as a commentator on Shakspeare's plots by a perusal of our old romances, she ought at least to have remembered, what every well-informed Foman of the present age is acquainted with, the education of the princesses in Homer's 'Odyssey.' It is idle to attempt to judge of ancient simplicity by a mere knowledge of modern manners; and such fastidious critics had better close the book of Shakspeare for ever." ("Illustrations,' vol. ii. page 104.)

: SCENE II.The ruddock would,&c. Percy asks, “Is this an allusion to the babes of the wood! or was the notion of the redbreast covering dead bodies general before the writing of that ballad ?" It has been shown that the notion has been found in an earlier book of natural his. tory; and there can be no doubt that it was an old popular belief. The redbreast has always been a favourite with the poets, and

" Robin the mean, that best of all loves men,” as Browne sings, was naturally employed in the last offices of love. Drayton says, directly imi. tating Shakspere :

" Covering with moss the dead's unclosed eye

The little red breast teacheth charity.In the beautiful stanza which Gray has omitted from his Elegy the idea is put with his usual ex. quisite refinement :

To fair Fidele's grassy tomb,

Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom,

And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear

To vex with shrieks this quiet grove ; But shepherd lads assemble here,

And melting virgins own their love.

No witber'd witch shall here be seen,

No goblins lead their nightly crew : The female fays shall haunt the green,

And dress thy grave with pearly dew.

The red breast oft at evening hours

Shall kindly lend his little aid,
With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers,

To deck the ground where thou art laid.

When howling winds, and beating rain,

In tempests shake the sylvan cell; Or midst the chase on every plain,

The tender thought on thee shall dwell.

Each lonely scene shall thee restore ;

For thee the tear be duly shed: Belov'd, till life could charm no more ;

And mourn'd till pity's self be dead.

• SCENE II.-—" I saw Jove's bird, thc Roman

eagle." The annexed beautiful coin of Domitian is the best illustration of this passage.

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heavens,

ACT V. SCENE I.-A Field between the British and And make them dread it, to the doers' thrift, Roman Camps.

But Imogen is your own : Do your best wills,

And make me bless'd to obey !-I am brought Enter PosthuMUS, with a bloody handkerchief.

hither Post. Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I Among the Italian gentry, and to fight am wish'd

Against my lady's kingdom : ’T is enough Thou should'st be colour'd thus. You married That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress. Peace! ones,

I'll give no wound to thee. Therefore, good If each of you should take this course, how many Must murther wives much better than themselves, Hear patiently my purpose ; I'll disrobe me For wrying but a little !-0, Pisanio! Every good servant does not all commands;

there be any, in the text may be reconciled by Bacon's

notion, that what we call the old world is really ihe young No bond, but to do just ones.—Gods! if you world : and so a man's first sin is his youngest sin.

* The sentiment here is excessively beautiful; but, from Should have ta’en vengeance on my faults, I never the elliptical form of expression which so strikingly prevails Had liv'd to put on this : so had you saved

in this play, is obscure. Posthumus, it appears to us, is com

paring his own state with what he supposes is that of Imogen. The noble Iinogen to repent; and struck

She is snatched "hence, for little faults;" he remains "to

second ills with ills." But how is it that such as he “drend Me, wretch, more worth your vengeance : But,

it?" The commentators believe that there is a misprint. alack,

Theobald would read dreaded : Johnson deeded. Steevens

interprets "to make them dread it is to make them persevere You snatch some hence for little faults; that's love, in the commission of dreadful action"-dread it being used in To have them fall no more: you some permit

the same manner as Pope has "to sinner it or saint it." The

author of the pamphlet we have already quoted, ExplanaTo second ills with ills, each elder worse,

tions and Emendations,'&c., thinks that the it refers to tes

geance, which occurs four lines above. We cannot feel cona Wrying. The use of tory as a verb is uncommon. We

fident of this; nor do we think with Monck Mason that have a passage in Sidney's Arcadia' which is at once an

thrift means something higher than worldly adrantagesexample and an explanation :-“That from the right line of

the repentance which issues from the dread. We cannot virtue are wryed to these crooked shifts."

help believing that some word ought to stand in the place of b To put onto instigate.

dread it; and, as the small offender is cut off, in love, "to C “The last deed is certainly not the oldest," says Dr.

fall no more," so the hardened doer is left to thrive in his Johnson. That is, perhaps, prosaically true; but as the man

offences, as far as this life is concerned. We are inclined to who goes on in the commission of ill is older when he com

conjecture, although we cannot presume to alter the text, mits the last ill than when he committed the first, we do not

that dread it has been misprinted for do each. believe that Shaks pere, as Malone says, "inadrertently con

" To second ills with ills, each elder worse, Midered the latter evil deed as the elder." The confusion, if

And make them do each to the dwer's thrift."

I did.

Lord.

Of these Italian weeds, and suit myself

For friends kill friends, and the disorder 's such As does a Briton peasant : 30 I'll fight

As war were hood-wink'd. Against the part I come with; so I'll die

Iach.

'Tis their fresh supplies. For thee, O Imogen, even for whom my life Luc. It is a day turn'd strangely: Or betimes Is, every breath, a death ; and thus, unknown, | Let's re-enforce, or fly.

[Exeunt. Pitied nor hated, to the face of peril Myself I'll dedicate. Let me make men know More valour in me, than my habits show.

SCENE III.- Another Part of the Field. Gods, put the strength o' the Leonati in me!

Enter POSTHUMUS and a British Lord.
To shame the guise o' the world, I will begin Lord. Cam’st thou from where they made the
The fashion less without, and more within.

stand ?
[Exit.
Post.

. I did; SCENE II.--The same.

Though you, it seems, come from the fliers. Enter at one door Lucius, IACHIMO, and the

Lord. Roman army ;' and the British army at another.

Post. No blame be to you, sir; for all was lost, LEONATUS POSTHUMUS following, like a poor But that the heavens fought: The king himself soldier. They march over, and go out. Then Of his wings destitute, the army broken, enter again in skirmish, IACHIMO and Postuu

And but the backs of Britons seen, all flying MUS: he panquisheth and disarmeth IACHIMO, Through a straight lane; the enemy full-hearted, and then leaves him.

Lolling the tongue with slaughtering, having work lach. The heaviness and guilt within my bosom

More plentiful than tools to do’t, struck down Takes off my manhood: I have belied a lady,

Some mortally, some slightly touch'd, some falling The princess of this country, and the air on’t |

Merely through fear ; that the strait pass was Revengingly enfeebles me. Or, could this carl,

dammid A very drudge of nature's, have subdued me,

| With dead men, burt behind, and cowards living In my profession ? Knighthoods and honours,

To die with lengthen'd shame.

Where was this lane ? borne As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn.

Post. Close by the battle, ditch'd, and walld If that thy gentry, Britain, go before

with turf;

Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier,This lout, as he exceeds our lords, the odds Is, that we scarce are men, and you are gods.

An honest one, I warrant; who desery'd [Exit.

So long a breeding as his white beard came to,

In doing this for his country,-athwart the lane, The battle continues ; the Britons fly; CYMBE

He, with two striplings, (lads more like to run LINE is taken ; then enter, to his rescue, BE

The country base, than to commit such slaughter; LARIUS, GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS.

With faces fit for masks, or rather fairer Bel. Stand, stand! We have the advantage Than those for preservation cas'd, or shame,) of the ground;

Made good the passage; cry'd to those that fled, The lane is guarded; nothing routs us but Our Britain's harts die flying, not our men: The villainy of our fears.

To darkness fleet, souls that fly backwards! Stand; Gui. Aro.

Stand, stand, and fight! | Or we are Romans, and will give you that Exter POSTHUMUS, and seconds the Britons : 1 Like beasts, which you shun beastly; and may They rescue CYMBELINE, and exeunt. Then,

save, enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and IMOGEN.

But to look back in frown: stand, stand.'— Luc. Away, boy, from the troops, and save

These three, thyself :

Three thousand confident, in act as many,

(For three performers are the file when all It will be observed throughout this act that the stage. directions are extremely full, and that the action of the

The rest do nothing,) with this word, 'stand, drama at the close of the third scene is entirely what was

stand, called a dumb show. The drama preceding Shakspere was full of such examples. But Shakspere uniformly rejected the Accommodated by the place, more charming practice, except in this instance. We do not believe that

With their own nobleness, (which could have these directions for the dumb show were interpolated by the players, as Ritson thinks; and in the Introductory Notice we

turn'd have expressed our opinion that this, combined with other curcumstances, presents some evidence that Cymbeline was A distaff to a lance,) gilded pale looks, & rifaccimento of an early play. We would here observe that we have followed in these stage-directions the original copy

* Country-base-the rustic game of prison bars, or prison b Carl-churl.

base.

Part shame, part spirit renew'd; that some, for being now a favourer to the Briton, turn'd coward

No more a Briton, I have resum'd again But by example (0, a sin in war,

The part I came in : Fight I will no more, Damn’d in the first beginners !) ’gan to look But yield me to the veriest hind that shall The way that they did, and to grin like lions Once touch my shoulder. Great the slaughter is Upon the pikes o' the hunters. Then began Here made by the Roman; great the answer be A stop i' the chaser, a retire; anon,

Britons must take; For me, my ransom's death; A rout, confusion thick: Forthwith, they fly On either side I come to spend my breath; Chickens, the way which they stoop'd eagles; Which neither here I'll keep, nor bear again, slaves,

But end it by some means for Imogen. The strides they victors made : And now our cowards

Enter Two Captains, and Soldiers. (Like fragments in hard royages) became

1 Cap. Great Jupiter be prais'd! Lucius is The life o' the need, having found the back-door

taken: open

'Tis thought the old man and his sons were angels. Of the unguarded hearts: Heavens, how they 2 Cap. There was a fourth man, in a silly habit, wound!

That gave the affront with them. Some slain before; some dying; some their friends 1 Cap.

So 't is reported : O'er-borne i' the former wave; ten, chas'd by one, But none of them can be found.—Stand! who Are now each one the slaughter-man of twenty :

is there? Those that would die or ere resist are grown Post. A Roman; The mortal bugs o' the field.

Who had not now been drooping here, if seconds Lord.

This was strange chancc: | Had answer'd him. A narrow lane! an old man, and two boys! 2 Cap. Lay hands on him; a dog!

Post. Nay, do not wonder at it: You are made | A leg of Rome shall not return to tell Rather to wonder at the things you hear, What crows have peck'd them here : He brags Than to work any. Will you rhyme upon 't,

his service And vent it for a mockery? Here is one : As if he were of note: bring him to the king. Two boys, an old man twice a boy, a lane,

Enter CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARPreserv'd the Britons, was the Romans' bane.'

VIRAGUS, PISANIO, and Roman Captives. The Lord. Nay, be not angry, sir.

Captains present POSTIIUMUS to CYMBELINE, Post. 'Lack, to what end !

who delivers him over to a Gaoler.
Who dares not stand his foe, I'll be his friend :
For if he 'll do, as he is made to do,
I know he'll quickly fly my friendship too.

SCENE IV.-A Prison.
You have put me into rhyme.

Enter POSTHUMUS, and Troo Gaolers. Farewell; you are angry. Lord.

[Erit. 1 Gaol. You shall not now be stolen, you Post. Still going ?—This is a lord ! O noble

have locks upon you; misery!

So, graze, as you find pasture. To be i’ the field, and ask what news of me! 2 Gaol.

Ay, or a stomach. To day, how many would have given their honours

[Exeunt Gaolers. To have sav'd their carcasses ? took heel to do't, Post. Most welcome, bondage ! for thou art And yet died too? I, in mine own woe charm’d, b

a way Could not find death where I did hear him groan; | I think, to liberty: Yet am I better Nor feel him where he struck: Being an ugly | Than one that's sick o' the gout: since he had monster,

rather 'T is strange he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds, Sweet words; or hath more ministers than we

A We follow the original. After the time of Hanmer the That draw his knives i' the war.–Well, I will passage was changed to find him :

For being now a favourer to the Roman,

No more a Briton."

We think the change was uncalled for; because Posthumus, a Bugs-terrors,

in his heroic conduct, has been really "a favourer to the b Warburton remarks that this alludes to the common Briton," but, being about to resume the part he came in, he superstition of charms having power to keep men unhurt in is no more a Briton, and he immediately afterwards surrendere battle. Macbeth says, “I bear a charmed life"-Posthumus, himself as a Roman. " I, in mine own woe charm'd."

b Affront-encounter.

favourer to the

resume the

himself as briton, and he

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