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Distinction should be rich in.:-Where? how liv'd
And when came you to serve our Roman captive?
three motives to the battle, with
My good master,
Happy be you! Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought, He would have well becom'd this place, and grac'd The thankings of a king. Post,
I am, sir,
si.c. Which ought to be rendered distinct by an ample
The soldier that did company these three
you finish. Iach.
I am down again :
Kneel not to me ;
You holp us, sir,
j Joy'd are we,
that Post. Your servant, princes. Good my lord of
Rome, Call forth your soothsayer: As I slept, methought, Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back, Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows 8 Of mine own kindred : when I wak’d, I found This label on my bosom; whose containing Is so from sense in hardness, that I can Make no collection of it; let him show
& Ghostly appearances.
His skill in the construction.
Read, and declare the meaning. Sooth. [Reads.) When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown, without seeking find, and be embraced by a piece of tender air; and when from a stately cedar shall be lopped branches, which, being dead many years shall after revive, be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be fortunate, and
flourish in peace and plenty. Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp; The fit and apt construction of thy name, Being Leo-natus, doth import so much : The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter,
[To CYMBELINE. Which we call mollis aer ; and mollis aer We term it mulier: which mulier I divine, Is this most constant wife: who, even now, Answering the letter of the oracle, Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd 9 about With this most tender air. Сут.
This hath some seeming. Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, Personates thee : and thy lopp'd branches point Thy two sons forth : who, by Belarius stolen, For many years thought dead, are now reviv'd, To the majestick cedar join'd; whose issue Promises Britain peace and plenty. Сут. .
My peace we will begin :-And, Caius Lucius,
Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune
Laud we the gods; And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils From our bless'd altars ! Publish we this
peace To all our subjects. Set we forward : Let A Roman and a British ensign wave Friendly together : so through Lud's town march: And in the temple of great Jupiter Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts.Set on there :-Never was a war did cease, Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace.
This play has many just sentiments, some natural dialogues, and some pleasing scenes, but they are obtained at the expence of much incongruity. To remark the folly of the fiction, the absurdity of the conduct, the confusion of the names, and manners of different times, and the impossibility of the events in any system of life, were to waste criticism upon unresisting imbecility, upon faults too evident for detection, and too gross for aggravation.
SUNG BY GUIDERIUS AND ARVIRAGUS OVER FIDELE,
SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD.
BY MR. WILLIAM COLLINS.
Soft maids and village hinds shall bring
And rifle all the breathing spring.
To ver with shrieks this quiet grove ;
And melting virgins own their love.
No goblins lead their nightly crew:
And dress thy grave with pearly dew.
Shall kindly lend his little aid,
To deck the ground where thou art laid.
In tempests shake the sylvan cell ;
The tender thought on thee shall dwell.