If that his head have ear in musick,) doubtless, Beginning, nor supplyment. Imo. Thou art all the comfort The gods will diet me with.1 Pr'ythee, away: A prince's courage. Away, I pr'ythee. Pis. Well, madam, we must take a short farewel; Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected of 4 Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress, He is followed by Dr. Warburton. Johnson. The words were probably written at length in the manuscript, you will, and you omitted at the press: or will was printed for we'll. Malone. 9 66 your means abroad &c.] As for your subsistence abroad, you may rely on me. So, in sc v: thou should'st neither want my means for thy relief, nor my voice for thy preferment." Malone. to diet me with.] Alluding to the spare regimen prescribed in some diseases. So, in The Two Gentlemen of Verona: " fast, like one that takes diet." Steevens. All that good time will give us:] We'll make our work even with our time; we'll do what time will allow. Johnson. This attempt I'm soldier to,] i. e. I have inlisted and bound myself to it. Warburton. Rather, I think, I am equal to this attempt; I have enough of ardour to undertake it. Malone. Mr. Malone's explanation is undoubtedly just. I'm soldier to, is equivalent to the modern cant phrase-I am up to it, i. e. I have ability for it. Steevens. 4 Here is a box; I had it from the queen;] Instead of this box, the modern editors have in a former scene made the Queen give Pisanio a vial, which is dropped on the stage, without being broKen. See Act I, sc. vi. In Pericles, Cerimon, in order to recover Thaisa, calls for all the boxes in his closet. Malone. And fit you to your manhood:-May the gods Direct you to the best! Imo. Amen: I thank thee. [Exeunt. SCENE V. A Room in Cymbeline's Palace. Enter CYMBELINE, Queen, CLOTEN, LUCIUS, and Lords. Cym. Thus far; and so farewel. Luc. Thanks, royal sir. My emperor hath wrote; I must from hence; Сут. Our subjects, sir, Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself Luc. So, sir, I desire of you5 A conduct over land, to Milford-Haven.— Madam, all joy befal your grace, and you! Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that office; The due of honour in no point omit: So, farewel, noble Lucius. Luc. Your hand, my lord. Clo. Receive it friendly: but from this time forth I wear it as your enemy. Luc. Sir, the event Is yet to name the winner: Fare you well. Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my lords, Till he have cross'd the Severn.-Happiness! [Exeunt Luc. and Lords. Queen. He goes hence frowning: but it honours us, 5 So, sir, I desire of you] The two last words are, in my opinion, very probably omitted by Sir Thomas Hanmer, as they only serve to derange the metre. 6 Steevens. all joy befal your grace, and you!] I think we should read -his grace, and you. Malone. Perhaps our author wrote: your grace, and yours! i. e. your relatives. So, in Macbeth: "And beggar'd yours for ever." Steevens. That we have given him cause. 'Tis all the better; Clo. Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves Queen. A thing more made of malice, than of duty; We have been too slight in sufferance. [Exit an Attend. Royal sir, Cym. Re-enter an Attendant. Where is she, sir? How Please you, sir, Can her contempt be answer'd? Atten. Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no answer She should that duty leave unpaid to you, She wish'd me to make known; but our great court Cym. Her doors lock'd? Not seen of late? Grant, heavens, that, which I fear, Prove false! Queen. Son, I say, follow the king." [Exit. Clo. That man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant, I have not seen these two days. Queen. He hath a drug of mine: I pray, his absence Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath seiz'd her; To death, or to dishonour; and my end Can make good use of either: She being down, How now, my son? Clo. Re-enter CLOTEN. 'Tis certain, she is fled: Go in, and cheer the king; he rages; none Queen. All the better: May This night forestall him of the coming day! [Exit Queen. Clo. I love, and hate her: for she 's fair and royal; And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite Than lady, ladies, woman;9 from every one 1 The best she hath, and she, of all compounded, The low Posthúmus, slanders so her judgment, 7 Son, I say, follow the king.] Some word, necessary to the metre, is here omitted. We might read: 8 Go, son, I say; follow the king. Steevens. May This night forestall him of the coming day!] i. e. May his grief this night prevent him from ever seeing another day, by an anticipated and premature destruction! So, in Milton's Masque : "Perhaps fore-stalling night prevented them." Malone. 9 And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite Than lady, ladies, woman;] She has all courtly parts, says he, more exquisite than any lady, than all ladies, than all womankind. Johnson. There is a similar passage in All's Well that Ends Well, Act II, sc. iii:"To any count; to all counts; to what is man." Tollet. I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed, Enter PISANIO. Shall-Who is here? What! are you packing, sirrah? Pis. O, good my lord! Clo. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter, I will not ask again. Close villain,2 I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip From whose so many weights of baseness cannot Pis. Alas, my lord, How can she be with him? When was she miss'd? He is in Rome. Clo. Where is she, sir? Come nearer; No further halting: satisfy me home, What is become of her? Pis. O, my all-worthy lord! Clo. All-worthy villain! Discover where thy mistress is, at once, At the next word,-No more of worthy lord,— Thy condemnation and thy death. 2 Pis. - from every one Or this, or perish.3 [Aside. The best she hath,] So, in The Tempest: 66 but you, O you, "So perfect, and so peerless, are created "Of every creature's best." Malone. Close villain,] A syllable being here wanting to complete the measure, perhaps we ought to read: Close villain, thou, Steevens. 3 Or this, or perish.] These words, I think, belong to Cloten, who, requiring the paper, says: Let's see't:-I will pursue her |