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2 Bro. Help, Jupiter ; or we appeal,
And from thy justice fly.
JUPITER descends in Thunder and Lightning, sitting
upon an Eagle: he throws a Thunder-bolt. The
Ghosts fall on their Knees.
Offend our hearing; hush!-How dare you ghosts, Accuse the thunderer, whose bolt you know,
Sky-planted, batters all rebelling coasts? Poor shadows of Elysium, hence; and rest
Upon your never-withering banks of flowers : Be not with mortal accidents opprest;
No care of yours it is; you know, 'tis ours. Whom best I love, I cross; to make my gift,
"The more delay'd, delighted. Be content; Your low-laid son our godhead will uplift:
His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent. Our Jovial star reign'd at his birth, and in
Our temple was he married.-Rise, and fade ! He shall be lord of lady Imogen,
And happier much by his affliction made. This tablet lay upon his breast; wherein
Our pleasure his full fortune doth confine ; And so, away: no further with your din Express impatience, lest
stir up mine. Mount, eagle, to my palace crystalline.
[Ascends. Sici. He came in thunder; his celestial breath Was sulphurous to smell: the holy eagle Stoop'd, as to foot us :' his ascension is More sweet than our bless'd fields : his royal bird Prunes the immortal wing, and cloys his beak, As when his god is pleas'd. All.
to foot us :] i. e. to grasp us in his pounces.
Sici. The marble pavement closes, he is enter'd His radiant roof :--Away! and, to be blest, Let us with care perform his great behest.
[Ghosts vanish. Post. [Waking.] Sleep, thou hast been a grand
sire, and begot
[Reads.] When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself
known, 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.
"Tis still a dream ; or else such stuff as madmen
Gaol. Hanging is the word, sir; if you be ready for that, you are well cooked.
Post. So, if I prove a good repast to the spectators, the dish pays the shot, .
Gaol. A heavy reckoning for you, sir : But the comfort is, you shall be called to no more payments, fear no more tavern bills; which are often the sad. ness of parting, as the procuring of mirth : yo come in faint for want of meat, depart reeling with too much drink; sorry that you have paid too much, and sorry that you are paid too much ;? purse and brain both empty: the brain the heavier for being too light, the purse too light, being drawn of heaviness :: O! of this contradiction you shall now bę quit.-0, the charity of a penny cord! it sums up thousands in a trice: you have no true debitor and creditor but it; of what's past, is, and to come, the discharge :-Your neck, sir, is pen, book, and counters ; so the acquittance follows.
Post. I am merrier to die, than thou art to live. i Gaol. Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache : But a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think, he would change places with his officer: for, look you, sir, you know not which way you shall go,
Post. Yes, indeed, do I, fellow,
sorry that you have paid too much, and sorry that you are paid too much ;] i. e. sorry that you have paid too much out of your pocket, and sorry that you are paid, or subdued, too much by the liquor.
- being drawn of heaviness:] Drawn is embowelled, erenterated. So in common language a fowl is said to be drawn, when its intestines are taken out.
Gaol. Your death has eyes in's head then; I have not seen him so pictured: you must either be directed by some that take upon them to know ; or take upon yourself that, which I am sure you do not know ; or jump the after-enquiry* 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
of blindness! I am sure, hanging's the way
of winking. Enter a Messenger. 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.
[Ereunt PostHUMUS and 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; 0, there were desolation of gaolers, and gallowses! I speak against my present profit; but my wish hath a preferment in't.
jump the after-enquiry-] That is, venture at it without thought.
I never saw one so prone.] i. e. forward.
Enter CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRAGUS, PISANIO, Lords, Officers, and Attendants. Cym. Stand by my side, you whom the gods have
I never saw
No tidings of him? Pis. He hath been search'd among the dead and
living, But no trace of him, Cym.
To my grief, I am The heir of his reward; which I will add
6 Scene V.) Let those who talk so confidently about the skill of Shakspeare's contemporary, Jonson, point out the conclusion of any one of his plays which is wrought with more artifice, and yet a less degree of dramatick violence than this. In the scene before us, all the surviving characters are assembled ; and at the expence of whatever incongruity the former events may have been produced, perhaps little can be discovered on this occasion to offend the most scrupulous advocate for regularity: and, I think, as little is found wanting to satisfy the spectator by a catastrophe which is intricate without confusion, and not more rich in ornament than in nature. STEEVENS,