lach. I will deny nothing. Post. O, that I had her here, to tear her limb-meal! I will go there, and do't; i'the court; before Phi. Quite besides The government of patience !-You have won : Iach. With all my heart. [Exit [Exeunt. SCENE V The same. Another Room in the same. Enter POSTHUMUS. Post. Is there no way for men to be, but women Did call my father, was I know not where The nonpareil of this.-O vengeance, vengeance! Might well have warm'd old Saturn; that I thought her - Or less, at first: Perchance he spoke not; but, Cry'd, oh! and mounted: found no opposition It is the woman's part: Be it lying, note it, All faults that may be nam'd, nay, that hell knows, For ev'n to vice [7] Milton was very probably indebted to this speech for one of the sentiments which he has imparted to Adam, Paradise Lost, book x. STEEVENS. They are not constant, but are changing still [Exit ACT III. SCENE I.—Britain. A Room of State in CYMBELINE'S Queen. And, to kill the marvel, Shall be so ever. Clo. There be many Cæsars, Ere such another Julius. Britain is A world by itself; and we will nothing pay, For wearing our own noses. Queen. That opportunity, Which then they had to take from us, to resume With rocks unscaleable, and roaring waters; (The first that ever touch'd him,) he was carried (Poor ignorant baubles !) on our terrible seas, Clo. Come, there's no more tribute to be paid : Our kingdom is stronger than it was at that time; and, as I said, there is no more such Cæsars; other of them may have crooked noses; but, to owe such strait arms, none. Cym. Son, let your mother end. Clo. We have yet many among us can gripe as hard as Cassibelan: I do not say, I am one; but I have a hand. -Why tribute? why should we pay tribute? If Cæsar can hide the sun from us with a blanket, or put the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute for light; else, sir, no more tribute, pray you now. Cym. You must know, Till the injurious Romans did extort This tribute from us, we were free: Cæsar's ambition, Luc. I am sorry, Cymbeline, That I am to pronounce Augustus Cæsar [8] Ignorant---unacquainted with the nature of our boisterous seas. JOHNSON. 19 Without any pretence of right. JOHNSON. I thank thee for myself. Cym. Thou art welcome, Caius. Thy Cæsar knighted me; my youth I spent Luc. Let proof speak. Clo. His majesty bids you welcome. Make pastime with us a day, or two, longer: If you seek us afterwards in other terms, you shall find us in our salt-water girdle : if you beat us out of it, it is yours; if you fall in the adventure, our crows shall fare the better for you; and there's an end. Luc. So, sir. Cym. I know your master's pleasure, and he mine: All the remain is, welcome. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Another Room in the same. Enter PISANIO. Pis. How! of adultery? Wherefore write you not What monster's her accuser ?-Leonatus ! O, master! what a strange infection Is fallen into thy ear? What false Italian (As poisonous tongu'd, as handed,) hath prevail'd Have made to thy command ?-I, her ?—her blood? Keep at utterance means to keep at the extremity of defiance, "-in your state of honour I am perfect." JOHNSON. STEEVENS [3] About Shakespeare's time the practise of poisoning was very common In Italy, and the suspicion of Italian poisons yet more common. JOHNSON. [4] To take in a town, is to conquer it. JOHNSON. If it be so to do good service, never Let me be counted serviceable. How look I, So much as this fact comes to? Do't: The letter [Reading. That I have sent her, by her own command Enter IMOGEN. I am ignorant in what I am commanded. Imo. How now, Pisanio? 6 Pis. Madam, here is a letter from my lord. Imo. Who? thy lord? that is my lord? Leonatus ? O, learn'd indeed were that astronomer, That knew the stars, as I his characters; He'd lay the future open. You good gods, Of my lord's health, of his content,―yet not, All but in that!-Good wax, thy leave :-Bless'd be, [5] Art thou too combined, art thou a confederate, in this act? A feodary was an officer to be present with and assistant to the Escheators in every county at the finding of offices, &c. MALONE. [6] I am unpractis'd in the arts of murder. STEEVENS. 7 That is, grief for absence keeps love in health and vigour. JOHNSON. [8] This passage, which is probably erroneous, is nonsense, unless we suppose that the word as has the force of but. "Your father's wrath could not be so eruel to me, but you could renew me with your eyes." M. MASON. |