And sear up3 my embracements from a next [Putting on the Ring. While sense 4 can keep it on! And sweetest, fairest, As I my poor self did exchange for you, To your so infinite loss; so, in our trifles I still win of you: For my sake, wear this; It is a manacle of love; I'll place it Upon this fairest prisoner. [Putting a Bracelet on her Arm. Imo. 0, the gods! When shall we see again ? Enter CYMBELINE and Lords. Post. Alack, the king ! sight! The gods protect you! [Erit. Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is. Cym. 0 disloyal thing, 3 Shakspeare poetically calls the cere-cloths, in which the dead are wrapped, the bonds of death. There was no distinction in ancient orthography between seare, to dry, to wither; and seare, to dress or cover with wax. Cere-cloth is most frequently spelled seare-cloth. In Hamlet we have : Why, thy canonized bones hearsed in death Have burst their cerements.' 4 i. e. while I have sensation to retain it. There can be no doubt that it refers to the ring, and it is equally obvious that thee would have been more proper. Whether this error is to be laid to the poet's charge or to that of careless printing, it would not be casy to decide. Malone, however, has shown that there are many passages in these plays of equally loose construction. That should'st repairs my youth; thou heapest I beseech you, sir, Past grace? obedience? Imo. Past hope, and in despair; that way, past grace. Cym. That might'st have had the sole son of my queen! Imo. O bless'd, that I might not! I chose an eagle, And did avoid a puttocks. Cym. Thou took'st a beggar; would'st have made my throne A seat for baseness. No; I rather added O thou vile one ! Sir, si e. renovate my youth, make me young again. To repaire (according to Baret ) is to restore to the first state, to renew.' So in All's Well that Ends Well: it much repairs me To talk of your good father.' 6 Sir Thomas Hanmer reads : ---thou heapest many A year's age on me ! 7A touch inore rare' is a more exquisite feeling, a superior sensation.' So in The Tempest : • Hast thou which art but air, a touch, a feeling of their afflictions.' And in Antony and Cleopatra : • The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches, Do strongly speak to us.' where the greater malady is fix'd, The lesser is scarce felt.' 8 A puttock is a incan degenerate species of hawk, 100 worthless to deserve training. A man, worth any woman: overbuys me What!-art thou mad ? I were Re-enter Queen. Сут. . Thou foolish thing! [To the Queen. 'Beseech your patience:-Peace, comfort Nay, let her languish [Exit. Enter PisaniO. Fye!--you must give way: Pis. My lord your son drew on my master. Ha! There might have been, 9‘My worth is not half equal to his.' 10 Advice is consideration, reflection. Thus in Measure for Measure: • But did repent me after more advice.' 11 This is a bitter form of malediction, almost congenial to that in Othello : may his pernicious soul Rot half a grain a day.' And had no help of anger: they were parted I am very glad on't. part.To draw upon an exile !–O brave sir! I would they were in Afric both together; Myself by with a needle, that I might prick The goer back.- Why came you from your master? Pis. On his command: He would not suffer me To bring him to the haven: left these notes Of what commands I should be subject to, When it pleas'd you to employ me. Queen. This hath been I humbly thank your highness. About some half hour hence, [Exeunt. SCENE III. A public place. Enter CLOTEN, and Two Lords. comes in : you vent. 1 Lord. Sir, I would advise you to take a shirt; the violence of action hath made you reek as a sacrifice: Where air comes out, air there's none abroad so wholesome as that Clo. If my shirt were bloody, then to shift itHave I hurt him ? 2 Lord. No, faith; not so much as his patience. [Aside. 1 Lord. Hurt him? his body's a passable carcass, if he be not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for steel if it be not hurt. 2 Lord. His steel was in debt; it went o'the backside the town. [Aside. your face. Clo. The villain would not stand me. 2 Lord. No; but he fled forward still, toward [Aside. 1 Lord. Stand you! you have land enough of your own: but he added to your having ; gave you some ground. 2 Lord. As many inches as you have oceans: Puppies! [Aside. Clo. I would, they had not come between us. 2 Lord. So would I, till you had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground. [Aside. Clo. And that she should love this fellow, and refuse me! 2 Lord. If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damned. (Aside. 1 Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain go not together: She's a good sign, but I have seen small reflection of her wit12. 2 Lord. She shines not upon fools, lest ther eflection should hurt her. [Aside. Clo. Come, I'll to my chamber: 'Would there had been some hurt done! 2 Lord. I wish not so; unless it had been the fall of an ass, which is no great hurt. [ Aside. Clo. You'll go with us? [Exeunt. SCENE IV. A Room in Cymbeline's Palace. Enter IMOGEN and PISANIO. Imo. I would thou grew'st unto the shores o'the haven, 12 · Her beauty and her sense are not equal.' To understand the force of this idea, it should be remembered that anciently almost every sign had a motto, or some attempt at a witticism underneath. In a subsequent scene lachimo, speaking of Imogen, says: *All of her that is out of door, most rich ! |
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