Mar. A bastard son of Priam's. Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards: I am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illegitimate. One bear will not bite another, and wherefore should one bastard? Take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to us: if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgement; Farewell, bastard. Mar. The devil take thee, coward! [Exeunt. SCENE IX. Another Part of the Field. Enter Hector. Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without, Enter Achilles, and his Myrmidons. So, Ilion, fall thou next! now Troy, sink down; 10 15 20 25 30 35 40 [lord. Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth, And, stickler-like', the armies separates. [sent, Sol. Achilles! Achilles! Hector's slain!Achilles! SCENE XI. Enter Æneas, and Trojans, Ene. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field: Never go home; here starve we out the night. Troi. Hector is slain. [tail, All, Hector?the gods forbid! Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. Hect. I am unarm'd; forego this 'vantage, Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man 55 A stickler was one 'Mr. Steevens proposes to read—aims. 2 i. e. the sinking of the sun. who stood by to part the combatants when victory could be determined without bloodshed. They were called sticklers, from carrying sticks or staves in their hands, with which they interposed be tween the duellists.-We now call these sticklers sidesmen, Mr. Steevens proposes to read #smite at Troy." Cold Cold statues of the youth; and, in a word, I'll through and through you!--And thou, great- No space of earth shall sunder our two hates; Enter Pandarus. Ja' work, and how ill requited! Why should our Full merrily the humble bee doth sing, Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.- As many as be here of Pandar's hall, Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones! 20 Oh world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despis'd! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set [Exit, Mr. Pope on this passage remarks, that the public stews were anciently under the jurisdiction of the bishop of Winchester.-A particular symptom in the lues venerea was called a Winchester goose and this explanation may be supported by the vulgar phrase at present applied to a person infected with a certain disease, that " he has got the goose,' CYMBELINE. CYMBELINE. PERSONS REPRESENTED. CYMBELINE, King of Britain. CLOTEN, Son to the Queen by a former husband. BELARIUS, a banished Lord, disguised under the PHILARIO, an Italian, Friend to Posthumus. ACHIMO, Friend to Philario. CAIUS LUCIUS, Ambassador from Rome. Queen, Wife to Cymbeline. IMOGEN, Daughter to Cymbeline by a former Queen. Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, a Tribune, Apparitions, a Soothsayer, Captains, Soldiers, Messengers and other Attendants. SCENE Enter two Gentlemen. ACT I. 1 Gent. You do not meet a man, but frowns: our bloods No more obey the heavens, than our courtiers', 2 Gent. But what's the matter? 5 1 Gent. His daughter, and the heir of his king-10 He purpos'd to his wife's sole son, (a widow, 2 Gent. None but the king? [queen, Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not 2 Gent. And why so? [thing 1 Gent. He that hath miss'd the princess, is a Too bad for bad report: and he that hath her, 2 Gent. You speak him far. 1 Gent. I do extend him, sir, within himself 15 Crush him together, rather than unfold His measure duly. 2 Gent. What's his name, and birth? 1 Gent. I cannot delve him to the root: His father Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour, 1 Gent. He, that hath lost her, too: so is the That most desir'd the match: But not a courtier, 20 Against the Romans, with Cassibelan; Although they wear their faces to the bent But had his titles by Tenantius, whom ■ Dr. Johnson observes, that this passage is so difficult, that commentators may differ concerning it without animosity or shame;-that the lines stand as they were originally written, and that a paraphrase, such as the licentious and abrupt expressions of our author too frequently require, will make our countenances, which, emendation unnecessary. We do not meet a man, but frowns; our bloods in popular speech, are said to be regulated by the temper of the blood, no more obey the laws of hea ven, which direct us to appear what we really are,-than our courtiers; that is, than the bloods of our courtiers; but our bloods, like theirs,-still seem, as doth the king's. Mr. Steevens is of opinion, that blood appears to be used for inclination; and Mr. Tyrwhitt proposes to make the passage clear by a very slight alteration, only leaving out the last letter; "You do not meet a man but frowns: our bloods no more obey the heavens than our courtiers still seem, as does the king :-That is, Still look as the king does.” 1 The meaning is, My praise, however extensive, is within his merit. He He serv'd with glory and admir'd success; (Then old and fond of issue) took such sorrow, I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying Post. My queen! my mistress! Than doth become a man! I will remain 20 Known but by letter: thither write, my queen, Re-enter Queen. Queen. Be brief, I pray you: 25 If the king come, I shall incur I know not [him How much of his displeasure:-Yet, I'll move He had two sons, (if this be worth your hearing, " 2 Gent. How long is this ago? Gent. Some twenty years. [ledge [vey'd 35 2 Gent. That a king's children should be so conSo slackly guarded! and the search so slow, That could not trace them! 1 Gent. Howsoe'er 'tis strange, Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, 40 2 Gent. I do well believe you. I Gent. We must forbear: Here comes the gentleman, The queen, and princess. SCENE II. [Aside. To walk this way: I never do him wrong, [Exit. Post. Should we be taking leave Were you but riding forth to air yourself, Post. How! how another?- Enter the Queen, Posthumus, Imogen,and Attendants. Queen. No, be assur'd, you shall not find me, 50 After the slander of most step-mothers, That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus, 55 I will be known your advocate: marry, yet You lean'd unto his sentence, with what patience Post. Please your highness, I will from hence to-day. Queen. You know the peril: [Putting a bracelet on her arm. Enter Cymbeline, and Lords. Cym. Thou basest thing, avoid hence from my If, after this command, thou fraught the court 60 Thou art poison to my blood. Post. The gods protect you! And bless the good remainders of the court! I am gone. [Exit. i.e. a glass that formed them; meaning, a model, by the contemplation and inspection of which they formed their manners. |