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,
Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life,
Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath:
Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death!

Enter Achilles, and his Myrmidons.
Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set;
How ugly night comes breathing at his heels;
Even with the vail and dark'ning of the sun,
To close the day up, Hector's life is done.

So, Ilion, fall thou next! now Troy, sink down;
Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.-
On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain,
Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.'
5 Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part.

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[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.
My half-supt sword, that frankly would have fed,
Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.
Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;
Along the field I will the Trojan trail, [Exeunt.
[Sound retreat. Shout,

[sent,

Sol. Achilles! Achilles! Hector's slain!Achilles!
Dio, The bruitis, Hector's slain, and by Achilles.
Ajax, If it be so, yet bragless let it be;
Great Hector was as good a man as he.
Agam, March patiently along:-Let one be
To pray Achilles see us at our tent.-
If in his death the gods have us befriended,
Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended.
[Excunt,

SCENE XI.
Another Part of the Field.

Enter Æneas, and Trojans,

Ene. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the

field:

Never go home; here starve we out the night.
Enter Troilus,

Troi. Hector is slain.

[tail,

All, Hector?the gods forbid!
Troi. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's
In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful field.
Frown on, you heavens,effectyourrage with speed!
Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile* at Troy!
45I say, at once! let your brief plagues be mercy,
And linger not our sure destructions on!

Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host.
Troi. You understand me not, that tell me so;
I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death;
50 But dare all imminence, that gods, and men,
Address their dangers in. Hector is gone!
Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba?
Let him, that will a screech-owl aye be call'd,
Go in to Troy, and say there-Hector's dead;
There is a word will Priam turn to stone;
[Hector fulls. Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives;

Hect. I am unarm'd; forego this 'vantage,
Greek.

Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man 55
I seek.

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,
Scare Troy out of itself. But, march away:
Hector is dead; there is no more to say.
Stay yet. You vile abominable tents,
Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,
Let Titan rise as early as he dare,

I'll through and through you!--And thou, great-
siz'd coward!

No space of earth shall sunder our two hates;
I'll haunt thee, like a wicked conscience still,
That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.
Strike a free march to Troy!-with comfort go;
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.
[Exeunt Æneas, &c.

Enter Pandarus.
Pan. Do you hear, my lord? do
Troi. Hence, broker lacquey! ignomy and shame
Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name!
[Exit Troilus.

Ja' work, and how ill requited! Why should our
endeavour be so lov'd, and the performance so
loath'd? what verse for it? what instance for it?
-Let me see:-

Full merrily the humble bee doth sing,
"Till he hath lost his honey, and his sting:
But being once subdu'd in armed tail,

Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.-
Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted
10
cloths.

As many as be here of Pandar's hall,
Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall:
Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans,
15 Though not for me, yet for your aching bones.
Brethren, and sisters, of the hold-door trade,
Some two months hence mywill shall here bemade;
It should be now, but that my fear is this-
Some galled goose' of Winchester would hiss:
Till then, I'll sweat, and seek about for eases;
And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases.

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.
LEONATUS POSTHUMUS, a Gentleman married to
the Princess.

BELARIUS, a banished Lord, disguised under the
name of Morgan.
disguised under the names of Po-
GUIDERIUS,
lydore and Cadwal, supposed Sons
ARVIRAGUS, to Belarius.

PHILARIO, an Italian, Friend to Posthumus.

ACHIMO, Friend to Philario.

CAIUS LUCIUS, Ambassador from Rome.
PISANIO, Servant to Posthumus.
A French Gentleman.
CORNELIUS, a Physician.
Two Gentlemen.

Queen, Wife to Cymbeline.

IMOGEN, Daughter to Cymbeline by a former Queen.
HELEN, Woman to Imogen.

Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, a Tribune, Apparitions, a Soothsayer, Captains, Soldiers, Messengers

and other Attendants.

SCENE
Cymbeline's Palace in Britain.

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',
Still seem, as does the king's '.

2 Gent. But what's the matter?

5

1 Gent. His daughter, and the heir of his king-10
dom, whom

He purpos'd to his wife's sole son, (a widow,
That late he married) hath referr'd herself [ded;
Unto a poor, but worthy gentleman: She's wed-
Her husband banish'd; she imprison'd: all
Is outward sorrow; though, I think, the king
Be touch'd at very heart.

2 Gent. None but the king?

[queen,

Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not
Glad at the thing they scowl at.-

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,
(I mean, that marry'd her,-alack, good man!-
And therefore banish'd) is a creature such
As, to seek through the regions of the earth
For one his like, there would be something failing
In him that should compare. I do not think,
So fair an outward, and such stuff within,
Endows a man but he.

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;
So gain'd the sur-addition, Leonatus:
And had, besides this gentleman in question,
Two other sons; who, in the wars o' the time,
Dy'd with their swords in hand: for which, their
father

(Then old and fond of issue) took such sorrow,
That he quit being; and his gentle lady,
Big of this gentleman, our theme, deceas'd
As he was born. The king, he takes the babe
To his protection; calls him Posthumus;
Breeds him, and makes him of his bed-chamber;
Puts to him all the learning that his time
Could make him the receiver of; which he took,
As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd; and
In his spring became a harvest: Liv'd in court,
(Which rare it is to do) most prais'd, most lov'd:
A sample to the youngest; to the more mature,
A glass that feated them'; and to the graver,
A child that guided dotards: to his mistress,
For whom he now is banish'd,-her own price
Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue;
By her election may be truly read,
What kind of man he is.

I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying
The pangs of barr'd affections; though the king
Hath charg'd you shouldnot speak together.[Exit.
Imo.O dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant
5 Can ticklewhere shew ounds!-My dearest husband,
I something fear my father's wrath; but nothing,
(Always reserv'd my holy duty) what
His rage can do on me: You must be gone;
And I shall here abide the hourly shot
10 Of angry eyes; not comforted to live,
But that there is this jewel in the world,
That I may see again.

Post. My queen! my mistress!
O, lady, weep no more; lest I give cause
15 To be suspected of more tenderness

Than doth become a man! I will remain
The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth.
My residence in Rome, at one Philario's;
Who to my father was a friend, to me

20 Known but by letter: thither write, my queen,
And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send,
Though ink be made of gall.

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,
Mark it) the eldest of them at three years old,30
I'the swathing clothes the other, from their nursery
Were stolen; and to this hour, no guess in know-
Which way they went.

"

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
Yet is it true, sir.

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,
But he does buy my injuries, to be friends;
Pays dear for my offences.

[Exit.

Post. Should we be taking leave
As long a term as yet we have to live,
The lothness to depart would grow: Adieu!
Imo. Nay, stay a little:

Were you but riding forth to air yourself,
Such parting were too petty. Look here, love;
This diamond was my mother's: take it, heart;
But keep it till you woo another wife,
When Imogen is dead.

Post. How! how another?-
You gentle gods, give me but this I have,
And sear up my embracements from a next
With bonds of death!-Remain, remain thou here
[Putting on the ring.
[Exeunt. 45 While sense 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

Enter the Queen, Posthumus, Imogen,and Attendants.

Queen. No, be assur'd, you shall not find me, 50
daughter,

After the slander of most step-mothers,
Evil-ey'd unto you: you are my prisoner, but
Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys

That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus, 55
So soon as I can win the offended king,

I will be known your advocate: marry, yet
The fire of rage is in him; and 'twere good,

You lean'd unto his sentence, with what patience
Your wisdom may inform you.

Post. Please your highness,

I will from hence to-day.

Queen. You know the peril:

[Putting a bracelet on her arm.
Upon this fairest prisoner.
Imo. O, the gods!-
When shall we see again?

Enter Cymbeline, and Lords.
Post. Alack, the king!

Cym. Thou basest thing, avoid hence from my
sight!

If, after this command, thou fraught the court
With thy unworthiness, thou dy'st: Away!

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.