Of many in the army; many years, Though Cloten then but young, (you fee,) not wore him From my remembrance. And, befides, the King Guid. Than be fo, Better to cease to be. Pray, Sir, to th' army; Aro. By this Sun that fhines, I'll thither; what thing is it, that I never A rider like my felf who ne'er wore rowel, To look upon the holy Sun, to have Guid. By heav'ns, I'll go; If you will blefs me, Sir, and give me leave, The hands of Romans! Arv. So fay I, Amen. Bel. No reafon I (fince of lives your you fet So flight a valuation) should reserve My crack'd one to more care. Have with you, boys i If in your country wars you chance to die, That is my bed too, lads; and there I'll lye. Lead, lead; the time feems long: their blood thinks fcorn 'Till it flie out, and fhew them Princes born. Ff2 [Exe: ACT A CT V. SCENE, a Field between the British and Roman Camps. Enter Pofthumus, with a bloody handkerchief. Y POSTHUMUS. EA, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I wisht, If each of you would take this course, how many Every good fervant does not all Commands; Me, wretch, more worth your vengeance. But, alack, To fecond Ills with Ills, each worse than other, But And make them dread it, to the Doer's thrift.] The DivinitySchools have not furnish'd jufter Obfervations on the Conduct of Providence, than Pofthumus gives us here in his private Reflections. You Gods, fays He, act in a different manner with your different Creatures; You fnatch fome hence for little Faults; that's Love; To have them fall no more. This feems a fine fhort Comment on what St. Paul fays to the Hebrews, "Or ȧyana Kúel, raiddies. The Lord chafteneth whom he loveth. The Philofopher Seneca is more ample upon the fame Subject; Hos Deus, quos probat, quos amat, indurat, recognofcit, exercet. Others, fays our Poet, you permit to live on, to multiply and increase in Crimes, And make them dread it, to the Doer's Thrift. Here's But Imogen's your own: do your best wills, my felf [Exit. Iach. The heavinefs, and guilt, within my bofom, Here's a Relative without an antecedent Subftantive; and a Genitive read, And make them dreaded, to the Doers' Thrift. i. e. others you permit to aggravate one Crime with more: which Enormities not only make them revered and dreaded, but turn in other kinds to their Advantage. Dignity, Respect, and Profit, accrue to them from Crimes committed with Impunity. -multi Committunt eadem diverfo crimina fato: Criminibus debent hortos, prætoria, menfas, Juven. Sat, 13. Idem. Sat. 1. Revengingly enfeebles me: or could this carle, This lowt, as he exceeds our lords, the odds Is, that we fcarce are men, and you are Gods. [Exit, The battle continues; the Britains fly, Cymbeline is taken; then enter to his rescue, Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. Bel. Stand, ftand; we have th' advantage of the ground; That lane is guarded: nothing routs us, but Guid. Arv. Stand, ftand, and fight. Enter Pofthumus, and feconds the Britains. They refcue Cymbeline, and exeunt. Then enter Lucius, Iachimo, and Imogen. Luc. Away, boy, from the troops, and fave thy felf; For friends kill friends, and the diforder's fuch As war were hood-wink'd. Iach. 'Tis their fresh supplies. Luc. It is a day turn'd itrangely. Or betimes Let's re-inforce, or fly. [Exeunt. SCENE, another Part of the Field of Battel. Enter Pofthumus, and a British lord. Lord. Cam'ft thou from where they made the Stand? Though you, it feems, came from the fliers. Lord. I did. Poft. No blame be to you, Sir, for all was loft, Through Through a ftraight lane; the enemy full-hearted, With dead men, hurt behind, and cowards living Lord. Where was this lane? Poft. Clofe by the battel,ditch'd, and wall'd with turf, Which gave advantage to an ancient foldier, (An honest one, I warrant,) who deferv'd So long a breeding as his white beard came to, In doing this for's Country. Thwart the lane, He, with two ftriplings, (lads, more like to run The country Base, than to commit fuch flaughter; With faces fit for masks, or rather fairer Than those for prefervation cas'd, or fhame,) Made good the paffage, cry'd to thofe that fled, "Our Britaine's Harts die flying, not our men; (49) "To darknefs fleet fouls, that fly backwards! ftand, "Or we are Romans, and will give you That (50) (49) Our Britaines Hearts die flying, not our Men;] 4 Thus all the Editions, and thus Mr. Pope in his Quarto Edition, moft implicitly obfequious to Nonfenfe. I corrected the Paflage in the Appendix to my SHAKESPEARE Reftor'd, as I have now reform'd it in the Text, (and as Dr. Thirlby likewife faw, it should be;) and Mr. Pope has follow'd my Correction in his last Edition of our Author. (50) and will give you That Like Beafts, which you fhun beastly and may fave But to look back in Front:] Looking back in Front is a Phrafe, which Mr. Pope, if he pleases, may referve for his own Collection of Elegancies: but I can't admit it to be palm'd upon our Editor. We must read with the old Copies, But to look back in Frown. i. e. If you will but turn upon the Enemy, and fhew them you can look angry. So, in the Tempest. They being penitent, The fole Drift of my purpose doth extend And fo, in Antony and Cleopatra; Good Brother, Let me request you off our graver Business Frowns at this Levity. Ff4 "Like |