Imo. I am nothing: or if not, Luc. 'Lack, good youth! Thou mov't no lefs with thy complaining, than Luc. Thy name? Imo. Fidele, Sir. Luc. Thou doft approve thyself the very fame; Thy name well fits thy faith; thy faith, thy name. Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not fay Thou shalt be fo well mafter'd; but, be fure, No lefs belov'd. The Roman emperor's letters, Sent by a conful to me, fhould not fooner Than thine own worth prefer thee. Go with me. Imo. I'll follow, Sir. But firft, an't please the gods, I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep 4 Richard du Champ.] Shakespeare may be fairly fuppofed to have been indebted for his modern names (which fometimes are mixed with ancient ones) as well as his anachronifms, to the fashionable novels of his time. In a collection of ftories entitled, A Petite Palace of Pettie his Pleasure, 1608, I find the following circumftances of ignorance and absurdity. In the ftory of the Horatii and the Curiatii, the roaring of cannons is mentioned. Cephalus and Procris are faid to be of the court of Venice, and " that her father wrought fo with "the duke, that this Cephalus was fent poft in ambassage to the “Turke.Eriphile, after the death of her husband Amphiaraus, calling to mind the affection wherein DoN INFORTUNIO was drowned towards her," &c. &c. STEEVENS. As As 5 these poor pickaxes can dig: and when grave, And on it faid a century of prayers, Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep and figh; And, leaving fo his fervice, follow you, So please you entertain me. Luc. Ay, good youth; And rather father thee, than mafter thee. The boy hath taught us manly duties. Let us As foldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes: [Exeunt. Cym. Again; and bring me word, how 'tis with her. A fever with the abfence of her fon; A madness, of which her life's in danger: heavens ! How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen, The great part of my comfort, gone: my queen Upon a desperate bed; and in a time 6 I thefe poor pickaxes] Meaning her fingers. JOHNS. arm him.-] That is, Take him up in your arms. HANMER, Cymbeline's palace.] This fcene is omitted against all authority by Sir T. HANMER. It is indeed of no great use in the progrefs of the fable, yet it makes a regular preparation for the next act. JOHNSON. When When fearful wars point at me: her fon gone, Pif. Sir, my life is yours, I humbly set it at your will: but, for my mistress, Hold me your loyal servant. The day that she was miffing he was here: I dare be bound he's true, and fhall perform 2 And will no doubt be found. Cym. The time is troublesome; We'll flip you for a feafon; but 3 our jealousy [To Pif Does yet depend. Lord. So please your majesty, The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn, Lord. Good my liege, * Your preparation can affront no less queen !— Than what you hear of. Come more, for more you're ready; 2 And will 3 And he'll -] I think it fhould read, our jealousy Does yet depend.] My fufpicion is yet undetermined; if I do not condemn you, I likewife have not acquitted you. We now fay, the caufe is depending. JOHNSON. 4 Your preparation, &c.] Your forces are able to face fuch an army as we hear the enemy will bring against us. JOHNS. The The want is, but to put thefe powers in motion We fear not Cym. I thank you. Let's withdraw, We grieve at chances here.Away. [Exeunt. Perplex'd in all. The heavens ftill muft work." 6 Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. Guid. The noife is round about us. Bel. Let us from it. [Exit. Aro. What pleasure, Sir, find we in life, to lock it From action and adventure? Guid. Nay, what hope Have we in hiding us? this way, the Romans For barbarous and unnatural revolts During their ufe, and flay us after. 3 I heard no letter-] I fuppofe we should read with HANMER, I've had no letter. STEEVENS. to the note o' the king,-] I will fo diftinguifh myself, the king fhall remark my valour. JOHNSON. Bel. Bel. Sons, We'll higher to the mountains; there fecure us. That which we have done, 2 whofe anfwer would be death Drawn on with torture. Guid. This is, Sir, a doubt, In fuch a time, nothing becoming you, Nor fatisfying us. Arv. It is not likely, That when they hear the Roman horfes neigh, Behold 3 their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes And ears fo cloy'd importantly as now, That they will waste their time upon our note Bel. Oh, I am known Of many in the army: many years, Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore him From my remembrance. And, befides, the king a render Where we have liv'd;; -] An account of our place of abode. This dialogue is a juft reprefentation of the fuperfluous caution of an old man. whose anfwer JOHNSON. -] The retaliation of the death of Cloten would be death, &c. JOHNSON. 2 3 their quarter'd fires,-] Their fires regularly dif pofed. JOHNSON. Guid. |