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To be i'the field, and ask, what news, of me!
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
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 ser
As if he were of note: bring him to the king.
Enter CYMBELINE, attended; BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRAGUS, PISANIO, and Roman Captices. 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.
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,
Desir'd, more than constrain'd: to satisfy,
If of my freedom 'tis the main part, take
I know, you are more clement than vile men,
Solemn Music. 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 Music before them. Then, after other Music, 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
With Mars fall out, With Juno chide,
Rates and revenges.
Hath my poor boy done aught but well,
I died, whilst in the womb he stay'd
Whose father then (as men report,
Thou orphans' father art,)
Thou should'st have been, and shielded him
From this earth-vexing smart.
Sici. Great nature, like his ancestry,
That he deserv'd the praise o'the world,
As great Sicilius' heir.
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
Sici. Why did you suffer Iachimo,
To taint his nobler heart and brain
And to become the geck and scorn
2 Bro. For this, from stiller seats we came,
That, striking in our country's cause,
1 Bro. Like hardiment Posthúmus hath
Why hast thou thus adjourn'd The graces for his merits due;
Being all to dolours turn'd!
Sici. Thy crystal window ope; look out;
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,
Against thy deity.
2 Bro. Help, Jupiter; or we appeal, And from thy justice fly.
JUPITER descends in Thunder and Lightning, sitting upon an Eagle: he throws a Thunder-bolt. The Ghosts fall on their knees.
Jup. No more, you petty spirits of region low,
Offend our hearing; hush!-How dare you ghosts, Accuse the thunderer, whose bolt you know,
Sky-planted, batters all rebelling coasts? Poor shadows of Elysium, hence; and rest Upon your never-withering banks of flowers: