And yet died too? I, in mine own woe charm'd, Britons must take; For me, great the answer be my ransome's death; On either side I come to spend my breath; Enter Two British Captains, and Soldiers. 1 Cap. Great Jupiter be prais'd! Lucius is taken: "Tis thought, the old man and his sons were angels. 2 Cap. There was a fourth man, in a silly habit, That gave the affront' with them. 1 Cap. So 'tis reported: But none of them can be found.-Stand! who is there? Post. A Roman; Who had not now been drooping here, if seconds Had answer'd him. 2 Cap. Lay hands on him; a dog! A leg of Rome shall not return to tell What crows have peck'd them here: He brags his service 3 Encounter. As if he were of note: bring him to the king. Enter CYMBELINE, attended; BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRAGUS, PISANIO, and Roman Captives. The Captains present POSTHUMUS to CYMBELINE, who delivers him over to a Gaoler: after which, all go out, SCENE IV. A Prison. Enter POSTHUMUS, and Two Gaolers. 1 Gaol, You shall not now be stolen, you have locks upon you; So, graze, as you find pasture. 2 Gaol. Ay, or a stomach. [Exeunt Gaolers. Post. Most welcome, bondage! for thou art a way, I think, to liberty: Yet am I better Than one that's sick o'the gout: since he had rather Groan, so in perpetuity, than be cur'd By the sure physician, death; who is the key To unbar these locks. My conscience! thou art fetter'd More than my shanks, and wrists: You good gods, give me The penitent instrument, to pick that bolt, Then, free for ever! Is't enough, I am sorry? So children temporal fathers do appease ; Gods are more full of mercy. Must I repent? I cannot do it better than in gyves,4 4 Fetters. Desir'd, more than constrain'd: to satisfy, [He sleeps. Solemn Musick.5 Enter, as an Apparition, SICILIUS LEONATUS, Father to POSTHUMUS, an old Man, attired like a Warrior; leading in his Hand an ancient Matron, his Wife, and Mother to POSTHUMUS, with Musick before them. Then, after other Musick, follow the Two Young Leonati, Brothers to POSTHUMUS, with Wounds, as they died in the Wars. They circle POSTHUMUS round, as he lies sleeping. Sici. No more, thou thunder master, show Thy spite on mortal flies : With Mars fall out, with Juno chide, That thy adulteries Rates and revenges. 5 This Scene is supposed not to be Shakspeare's, but foisted in by the Players for mere show. Hath my poor boy done aught but well, Whose face I never saw? I died, whilst in the womb he stay'd Whose father then (as men report, Thou should'st have been, and shielded him Sici. Great nature, like his ancestry, That he deserv'd the praise o'the world, 1 Bro. When once he was mature for man, In Britain where was he That could stand up his parallel; Or fruitful object be In eye of Imogen, that best Could deem his dignity? Moth. With marriage wherefore was he mock'd, To be exil'd and thrown From Leonati' seat, and cast From her his dearest one, Sici. Why did you suffer Iachimo, Slight thing of Italy, To taint his nobler heart and brain With needless jealousy; And to become the geck and scorn O' the other's villainy? 2 Bro. For this, from stiller seats we came, Our fealty, and Tenantius' right, 1 Bro. Like hardiment Posthumus hath Then Jupiter, thou king of gods, The graces for his merits due; Being all to dolours turn'd? Sici. Thy crystal window ope; look out; No longer exercise, Upon a valiant race, thy harsh And potent injuries: Moth. Since, Jupiter, our son is good, Take off his miseries. Sici. Peep through thy marble mansion; help! To the shining synod of the rest, 2 Bro. Help, Jupiter; or we appeal, And from thy justice fly. 6 The fool. |