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Imo. I am nothing: or if not,
Nothing to be were better. This was my master,
A very valiant Briton, and a good,
That here by mountaineers lies Nain : alas !
There are no more such masters: I


From East to Occident, cry out for service,
Try many, all good, serve truly, never
Find such another master.

Luc. 'Lack, good youth !
Thou mov't no less with thy complaining, than
Thy master in bleeding : fay his name, good friend.

Imo. 4 Richard du Champ. If I do lye, and do
No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope, [Afide.
They'll pardon it. Say you, Sir ?

Luc. Thy name?
Imo. Fidele, Sir.

Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very
Thy name well fits thy faith; thy faith, thy name.
Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say
Thou shalt be so well master'd; but, be sure,
No less belov'd. The Roman emperor's letters,
Sent by a consul to me, should not sooner
Than thịne own worth prefer thee. Go with me.

Imno. I'll follow, Sir. But first, an't please the gods,
I'll hide my master from the fies, as deep


4 Richard du Champ:-] Shakespeare may be fairly supposed to have been indebted for his modern names (which sometimes are mixed with ancient ones) as well as his anachronisms, to the fashionable novels of his time. In a collection of stories entitled, A Petite Palace of Pettie his Pleasure, 1608, I find the following circumstances of ignorance and absurdity. In the story of the Horatii and the Curiatii, the roaring of cannons is mentioned. Cephalus and Procris are said to be of the court of Venice, and " that her father wrought so with ço the duke, that this Cephalus was sent poft in ambaljage 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.



As s these poor pickaxes can dig: and when
With wild wood-leaves and weeds I have strew'd his

And on it said a century of prayers,
Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep and figh;
And, leaving so his service, follow you,
So please you entertain me.

Luc. Ay, good youth ;
And rather father thee, than master thee.-
My friends,

The boy hath taught us manly duties. Let us
Find out the prettiest daizied plot we can,
And make him with our pikes and partizans
A grave. Come, 6 arm him. Boy, he is preferr’d
By thee to us, and he shall be interr'd
As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes:
Some falls are means the happier to arise.


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Cym. Again; and bring me word, how 'tis with

her. A fever with the absence of her son ; 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




these poor pickaxes ---] Meaning her fingers. JOHNS,

arm him.-- ] That is, T'ake him up in your arms. Cymbeline's palace.] This feene is omitted against all authority by Sir T. HANMER. It is indeed of no great use in the progress of the fable, yet it makes a regular preparation for the next act. JOHNSON.


my mistress,

When fearful wars point at me: her son gone,
So needful for this present. It strikes me past
The hope of comfort. But for thee, fellow,
Who needs must know of her departure, and
Doft seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee
By a sharp torture.

Pif. Sir, my life is yours,
I humbly set it at your will : but, for
I nothing know where she remains, why gone,
Nor when she purposes return.

'Beseech your highness, Hold me your loyal servant.

Lord. Good my liege,
The day that she was missing he was here:
I dare be bound he's true, and shall perform
All parts of his subjection loyally. For Cloten,
There wants no diligence in seeking him,
2 And will no doubt be found.

Cym. The time is troublesome;
We'll flip you for a season; but 3 our jealousy (To Pis,
Does yet depend.

Lord. So please your majesty,
The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn,
Are landed on your coast; with a supply
Of Roman gentlemen, by the fenate sent.

Cym. Now for the counsel of my son and queen!
I am amaz'd with matter.

Lord. Good my liege, + Your preparation can affront no less Than what you hear of. Come more, for more you're



? And will I think it should read,
And he'll-

STEEVENS. - our jealousy Does yet depend.] My suspicion is yet undetermined ; if I do not condemn you, I likewise have not acquitted you. We now say, the cause is depending. JOHNSON.

our preparation, &c.] Your forces are able to face such an army as we hear the enemy will bring against us. Johns.



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The want is, but to put these powers in motion
That long to move.

Cym. I thank you. Let's withdraw,
And meet the time, as it seeks us. We fear not
What can from Italy annoy us; but
We grieve at chances here.--Away. [Exeunt.

. 5 I heard no letter from my master, since
I wrote him, Imogen was Nain. 'Tis strange :
Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise
To yield me often tidings. Neither know I,
What is betid to Cloten; but remain
Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work.'
Wherein I am false, I am honest; not true, to be true.
These present wars shall find I love my country,
Even 6 to the note o' the king, or I'll fall in them.
All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd:
Fortune brings in some boats, that are not steerd.


Before the cave.
Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.
Guid. The noise is round about us.
Bel. Let us from it.

Arv. 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
Must or for Britons Nay us, or receive us
For barbarous and unnatural revolts
Daring their use, and Nay us after.

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s I heard no letter-) I suppose we hould read with HANMER, I've had no letter.

STEEVENS. to the note o' the king, - ] I will so distinguish myself, the king shall remark my valour.' JOHNSON,


Bel. Sons, We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us. To the king's party there's no going: newness Of Cloten’s death (we being not known, nor muster'd Among the bands) may drive us to a render Where we have liv’d; and fo extort from us That which we have done, 2 whose answer would be

Drawn on with torture.

Guid. This is, Sir, a doubt,
In such a time, nothing becoming you,
Nor satisfying us.

Arv. It is not likely,
That when they hear the Roman horses 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
To know from whence we are.

Bel. Oh, I am known
Of many in the army: many years,
Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore

From my remembrance. And, besides, the king
Hath not deserv'd my service, nor your loves,
Who find in my exile the want of breeding,
The certainty of this hard life, aye hopeless
To have the courtesy your cradle promis’d;
But to be still hot summer's tanlings, and
The shrinking slaves of winter.

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a render Where we have liv'd ;--- An account of our place of abode. This dialogue is a just representation of the fuperfluous caution of an old man. JOHNSON.

whese answer - The retaliation of the death of Cloten would be death, &c. JOHNSON.

their quarter'd fires, -] Their fires regularly difposed. JOHNSON.



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