Distinction should be rich in.—Where? how liva you? And when came you to serve our Roman captive? How parted with your brothers? how first met them? Why fled you from the court? and whither? These, And your three motives to the battle, with 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. You are my father too; and did relieve me, To see this gracious season. Cym. All o'erjoy'd, Save these in bonds; let them be joyful too, For they shall taste our comfort. Imo. I will yet do you service. Luc. My good master, 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. e. Which ought to be rendered distinct by an ample narrative. The soldier that did company these three Iach. I am down again : [Kneeling. But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee, As then your force did. Take that life, 'beseech you, Which I so often owe: but, your ring first ; And here the bracelet of the truest princess, That ever swore her faith. Post. The power Kneel not to me; that I have on you, is to spare you; The malice towards you, to forgive you: Live, And deal with others better. Cym. Nobly doom'd s We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law ; Pardon's the word to all. As Aro. You holp us, sir, you did mean indeed to be our brother; Joy'd are we, that you are. Post. Your servant, princes. Good my lord of Rome, Call forth your soothsayer: As I slept, methought, Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows 8 Ghostly appearances. Philarmonus, His skill in the construction. Luc: Sooth. Here, my good lord. Luc. 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; We term it mulier: which mulier I divine, Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd9 about Cym. This hath some seeming. Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, Personates thee: and thy lopp'd branches point Thy two sons forth: who, by Belarius stolen, For many years thought dead, are now reviv'd, To the majestick cedar join'd; whose issue Promises Britain peace and plenty. Cym. Well, ⚫ Embraced. My peace we will begin :-And, Caius Lucius, To pay our wonted tribute, from the which Whom heavens, in justice, (both on her and hers,) Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune His favour with the radiant Cymbeline, Cym. Laud we the gods; And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils To all our subjects. Set we forward: Let Friendly together: so through Lud's town march: Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts.- This play has many just sentiments, some natural dialogues, and some pleasing scenes, but they are obtained at the expence 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. A SONG, SUNG BY GUIDERIUS AND ARVIRAGUS OVER FIDELE, BY MR. WILLIAM COLLINS. To fair Fidele's grassy tomb, Soft maids and village hinds shall bring No wailing ghost shall dare appear And melting virgins own their love. No goblins lead their nightly crew: |