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Thou should'st be colour'd thus. You married ones,
If each of you would take this course, how many
Must murder wives much better than themselves,
For wrying but a little?-0, Pisanio!
Every good servant does not all commands ;
No bond, but to do just ones.—Gods ! if you
Should have ta’en vengeance on my faults, I never
Had liv'd to put on this: so had you saved
The noble Imogen to repent; and struck
Me, wretch, more worth your vengeance. But, alack,
You snatch some hence for little faults; that's love,
To have them fall no more: you some permit
To second ills with ills, each elder worse ;
And make them dread it to the doers' thrift.7
But Imogen is your own: Do your best wills,
And make me bless'd to obey ! -I am brought hither
Among the Italian gentry, and to fight
Against my lady's kingdom : 'Tis enough
That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress ; peace !
I'll give no wound to thee. Therefore, good heavens,


then tries to disburden himself by imputing part of the crime to Pisanio; he next sooths his mind to an artificial and momentary tranquillity, by trying to think that he has been only an instrument of the gods for the happiness of Imogen. He is now grown reasonable enough to determine, that having done so much evil, he will do no more ; that he will not fight against the country which he has already injured; but as life is not longer supportable, he will die in a just cause, and die with the obscurity of a man who does not think himself worthy to be remembered. Johnson.

to put on-] Is to incite, to instigate. ? And make them dread it to the doers' thrift.] Of the various meanings assigned by the commentators, the following appears the most intelligible :- Some you snatch from hence for little faults ; others you suffer to heap ills on ills, and afterwards make them dread their having done so, to the eternal welfare of the doers."

The whole speech is in a religious strain.-Thrift signifies a state of prosperity. It is not the commission of the crimes that is supposed to be for the doer's thrift, but his dreading them afterwards, and of course repenting, which ensures his salvation.

Hear patiently my purpose ; I'll disrobe me
Of these Italian weeds, and suit myself
As does a Briton peasant: so I'll fight
Against the part I come with ; so l'il die
For thee, O Imogen, even for whom my life
Is, every breath, a death : and thus, unknown,
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.
Gods, put the strength o’the Leonati in me!
To shame the guise o’the world, I will begin
The fashion, less without, and more within.



The same.

Enter at one Side, Lucius, IACHIMO, and the

Roman Army; at the other Side, the British Army; LEONATUS Posthumus following it, like a poor Soldier. They march over, and go out. Alarums. Then enter again in skirmish, Iachimo and PostHUMUS: he vanquisheth and disarmeth IACHIMO, and then leaves him.

Iach. The heaviness and guilt within my bosom Takes off my manhood: I have belied a lady, The princess of this country, and the air on't Revengingly enfeebles me ; Or, could this carl, A very drudge of nature's have subdu'd me, In my profession? Knighthoods and honours, borne As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn. If that thy gentry, Britain, go before

8 this carl,] Carl or churl (ceonl, Sax.) is a clown or husbandman.

This lout, as he exceeds our lords, the odds
Is, that we scarce are men, and you are gods.


The Battle continues ; the Britons fly ; CYMBELINE

is taken ; then enter, to his rescue, BELARIUS,
Bel. Stand, stand! We have the advantage of

the ground;
The lane is guarded ; nothing routs us, but
The villainy of our fears.
Gui. Aro.

Stand, stand, and fight!

Enter Posthumus, and seconds the Britons : They

rescue CYMBELINE, and exeunt. Then, enter
Luc. Away, boy, from the troops, and save thy-

For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such
As war were hood-wink'd.

'Tis their fresh supplies. Luc. It is a day turn'd strangely: Or betimes Let's re-enforce, or fly.



Another Part of the Field.
Enter PostHUMUS and a British Lord.
Lord. Cam'st thou from where they made the

Though you, it seems, come from the fliers.

I did.
Post. No blame be to you, sir ; for all was lost,

I did;

But that the heavens fought: The king himself
Of his wings destitute, the army broken,
And but the backs of Britons seen, all flying
Through a strait lane; the enemy full-hearted,
Lolling the tongue with slaughtering, having work
More plentiful than tools to do't, struck down
Some mortally, some slightly touch'd, some falling
Merely through fear; that the strait pass was dammd
With dead men, hurt behind, and cowards living
To die with lengthen'd shame.

Where was this lane? Post. Close by the battle, ditch'd, and wall'd

with turf; Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier,— An honest one, I warrant; who desery'd So long a breeding, as his white beard came to, In doing this for his country;--athwart the lane, He, with two striplings, (lads more like to run The country base, than to commit such slaughter; With faces fit for masks, or rather fairer Than those for preservation cas’d, or shame,)' Made good the passage; cry'd to those that fled, Our Britain's harts die flying, not our men: To darkness fleet, souls that fly backwards! Stand; Or we are Romans, and will give you that Like beasts, which you shun beastly; and may save, But to look back in frown : stand, stand.— These

three, Three thousand confident, in act as many, (For three performers are the file, when all The rest do nothing,) with this word, stand, stand, Accommodated by the place, more charming, With their own nobleness, (which could have turn'd A distaff to a lance,) gilded pale looks,

9 The country base,] i. e. a rustick game called prison-bars, vulgarly prison-base.

- for preservation cas’d, or shame,)] Shame for modesty.

Part, shame, part, spirit renew'd; that some, turn'd

coward But by example (0, a sin in war, Damn'd in the first beginners !) 'gan to look The way that they did, and to grin like lions Upon the pikes o’the hunters. Then began A stop i'the chaser, a retire; anon, A rout, confusion thick: Forthwith, they fly Chickens, the way which they stoop'd eagles ; slaves, The strides they victors made: And now our cowards (Like fragments in hard voyages,) became The life o’the need; having found the back-door

open Of the unguarded hearts, Heavens, how they wound! Some, slain before; some, dying; some, their friends O'er-borne i'the former wave: ten, chac'd by one, Are now each one the slaughter-man of twenty: Those, that would die or ere resist, are grown The mortal bugs” o'the field. Lord.

This was strange chance : A narrow lane! an old man, and two boys!

Post. Nay, do not wonder at it:: You are made
Rather to wonder at the things you hear,
Than to work any. Will you rhyme upon't,
And vent it for a mockery? Here is one:
Two boys, an old man twice a boy, a lane,
Presero'd the Britons, was the Romans' bane.

Lord. Nay, be not angry, sir.

'Lack, to what end?
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.


bugs —] Terrors. Nay, do not wonder at it :] Posthumus first bids him not wonder, then tells him in another mode of reproach, that wonder is all that he was made for.

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