upon yourself that, which I am sure you do not know; or jump the after-inquiry on your own peril: and how you shall speed in your journey's end, I think you'll never return to tell one. Post. I tell thee, fellow, there are none want eyes to direct them the way I am going, but such as wink, and will not use them. Gaol. What an infinite mock is this, that a man should have the best use of eyes, to see the of way blindness! I am sure, hanging's the of winking. Enter a Messenger. way Mess. Knock off his manacles; bring your prisoner to the king. Post. Thou bringest good news ;—I am called to be made free. Gaol. I'll be hanged then. Post. Thou shalt be then freer than a gaoler; no bolts for the dead. [Exit POSTHUMUS & Messenger. Gaol. Unless a man would marry a gallows, and beget young gibbets, I never saw one so prone. Yet, on my conscience, there are verier knaves desire to live, for all he be a Roman: and there be some of them too, that die against their wills; so should I, if I were one. I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good; O, there were desolation of gaolers, and gallowses! I speak against my present profit; but my wish hath a preferment in't. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-Cymbeline's Tent. Enter CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRA- Bel. I never saw Cym. Cym. [To BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. By whom I grant she lives: 'Tis now the time To ask of whence you are :-report it. Bel. Sir, In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen : Bow your knees: Enter CORNELIUS and Ladies. There's business in these faces :-Why so sadly | By medicine life may be prolong'd, yet death Will seize the doctor too.-How ended she? Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life; Which, being cruel to the world, concluded Most cruel to herself. What she confess'd I will report, so please you: These her women Can trip me, if I err; who, with wet cheeks, Were present when she finish'd. Cym. Pr'ythee, say. you, only Cor. First, she confess'd she never lov'd Affected greatness got by you, not you: Married your royalty, was wife to your place; Abhorr'd your person. Cym. She alone knew this: And, but she spoke it dying, I would not Cym. O most delicate fiend! Cym. Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; To have mistrusted her: yet, O my daughter! Thou com'st not, Caius, now for tribute; that Luc. Consider, sir, the chance of war: the day Though he have serv'd a Roman: save him, sir, And spare no blood beside. I have surely seen him : Imo. Imo. Luc. The boy disdains me. He leaves me, scorns me: Briefly die their joys That place them on the truth of girls and boys.— Why stands he so perplex'd? Сут. Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? thy friend? Arv. Ay, with all my heart, And lend my best attention. What's thy name? [Aside. But we saw him dead. Bel. Be silent; let's see further. Pis. It is my mistress. Since she is living, let the time run on, To good, or bad." [CYMBELINE and IMOGEN come forward. Post. What's that to him? [Aside. lach. Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that Which, to be spoke, would torture thee. Cym. How! me? Iach. I am glad to be constrain'd to utter that which Torments me to conceal. By villany I got this ring: 'twas Leonatus' jewel: [thee, "Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my lord? Cym. My daughter! what of her? Renew thy strength: I had rather thou should'st live while nature will, For beauty that made barren the swell'd boast All too soon I shall, Come to the matter. [inus, His mistress' picture; which by his tongue being made, Cym. Nay, nay, to the purpose. In suit the place of his bed, and win this ring Post. Ay, so thou dost. [Coming forward, Italian fiend!-Ah me, most credulous fool, Egregious murderer, thief, any thing That's due to all the villains past, in being, That all the abhorred things o' the earth amend, Peace, my lord; hear, hear- Pis. Mine, and your mistress :-O, my lord Posthumus! How fares my mistress? The tune of Imogen! The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if That box I gave you was not thought by me A precious thing; I had it from the queen. Cym. New matter still? Imo. It poison'd me. Cor. O gods!I left out one thing which the queen confess'd, Which must approve thee honest: If Pisanio Have, said she, given his mistress that confection Which I gave him for cordial, she is serv'd As I would serve a rat. Cym. What's this, Cornelius? Cor. The queen, sir, very oft importun'd me To temper poisons for her; still pretending The satisfaction of her knowledge, only In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs Of no esteem: I, dreading that her purpose Was of more danger, did compound for her A certain stuff, which, being ta'en, would cease Do their due functions.-Have you ta'en of it? There was our error. Cym. O, she was naught; and long of her it was, That we meet here so strangely : But her son Is gone, we know not how, nor where. Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth. My lord, Lord Cloten, Upon my lady's missing, came to me I had a feigned letter of my master's Gui. I slew him there. Cym. Let me end the story: Marry, the gods forefend! Gui. Gui. A most uncivil one: The wrongs he did me Сут. I am sorry for thee. By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must Endure our law: Thou art dead. Imo. I thought had been my lord. Cym. That headless man Bind the offender, And take him from our presence. Bel. Stay, sir king: This man is better than the man he slew, Gui. This is sure, Fidele. Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady from Think, that you are upon a rock; and now [you? Throw me again. [Embracing him. Post. Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die ' Your danger is Have at it then. Cym. Nursing of my sons? Bel. I am too blunt, and saucy: Here's my knee; Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons; Then, spare not the old father. Mighty sir, These two young gentlemen, that call me father, And think they are my sons, are none of mine; They are the issue of your loins, my liege, And blood of your begetting. Cym. How! my issue? Bel. So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan, Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd: Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punishment Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'd, Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes (For such, and so they are,) these twenty years Have I train'd up: those arts they have, as I Could put into them; my breeding was, sir, as Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile, Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children Upon my banishment: I mov'd her to't; Having receiv'd the punishment before, For that which I did then: Beaten for loyalty, Excited me to treason: Their dear loss, The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shap'd Unto my end of stealing them. But, gracious sir, Here are your sons again; and I must lose Two of the sweet'st companions in the world :The benediction of these covering heavens Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy To inlay heaven with stars. Cym. Thou weep'st, and speak'st. The service that you three have done, is more Unlike than this thou tell'st: I lost my children; If these be they, I know not how to wish A pair of worthier sons. Bel. Be pleas'd awhile.This gentleman, whom I call Polydore, Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius: This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arvirágus, Your younger princely son; he, sir, was lapp'd In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand Of his queen mother, which, for more probation, I can with ease produce. When shall I hear all through? This fierce abridg ment, Hath to it circumstantial branches, which I know not how much more, should be demanded; From chance to chance; but nor the time, nor place, And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye [TO BELARIUS. Imo. I will yet do you service. My good master Luc. 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. I am, sir, Post. The soldier that did company these three Iach. 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; Post. Your servant, princes.-Good my lord of Rome, Call forth your soothsayer: As I slept, methought, Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back, Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows Of mine own kindred: when I wak'd, I found Luc. Sooth. Here, my good lord. Luc. Philarmonus, 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 revive, 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; Cym. Cym. Well, My peace we will begin :--And, Caius Lucius, pay our wonted tribute, from the which We were dissuaded by our wicked queen : 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. Of the enormous injustice of the above sentence, nearly every page of Cymbeline will, to a reader of any taste or discrimination, bring the most decisive evidence. That it possesses many of the too common inattentions of Shakspeare, that it exhibits a frequent violation to costume, and a singular confusion of nomenclature, cannot be denied; but these are trifles light as air, when contrasted with its merits, which are of the very es sence of dramatic worth, rich and full in all that breathes of vigour, animation, and intellect; in all that elevates the fancy, and improves the heart. In possession of excellencies vital as those must be deemed, cold and fastidious is the criticism, that, on account of irregularities in mere technical detail, would shut its eyes upon their splendour. Nor are their wanting critics of equal learning with, and superior taste to, Johnson, who have considered what he has branded with the unqualified charge of "confusion of manners," as forming in a certain point of view, Whom heavens, in justice, (both on her, and hers,) Have laid most heavy hand." Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune The harmony of this peace. The vision Which I made known to Lucius, ere the stroke Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant Is full accomplish'd: For the Roman eagle, From south to west on wing soaring aloft, Lessen'd herself, and in the beams o' the sun So vanish'd: which foreshew'd our princely eagle, The imperial Cæsar, should again unite His favour with the radiant Cymbeline, Which shines here in the west. Cym. Laud we the gods; one of the most pleasing recommendations of the piece. Thus Schlegel, after characterising Cymbeline, as one of Shakspeare's most wonderful compositions, adds, " He has here connected a novel of Boccacio with traditionary tales of the ancient Britons, reaching back to the times of the first Roman emperors; and he has contrived by the most gentle transitions, to blend together into a harmonious whole, the social manners of the latest times, with the heroic deeds, and even with the appearances, of the gods." (Essay on Dram. Lit. vol. ii. p. 183.) It may also be remarked, that if the unities of time and place be as little observed in this play, as in many others of the same poet, unity of character and feeling, the test of genius, and without which the utmost efforts of art will be unavailing, is uniformly and happily supported. In this drama, poetical justice has been strictly observed, the vicious characters meet the punishment due to their crimes, while virtue in all its various degrees is proportionably rewarded. The scene of retribution, which is the closing one of the play, is a masterpiece of skill; the developement of the plot, for its fulness, completeness, and ingenuity, surpassing any ef fort of the kind among our author's contemporaries, and atoning for any partial incongruity which the structure or conduct of the story may have displayed.—Dr. DRAKE. |