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Imo. I am nothing: or if not,
Luc. 'Lack, good youth !
Imo. 4 Richard du Champ. If I do lye, and do
Luc. Thy name?
Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very
Imno. I'll follow, Sir. But first, an't please the gods,
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
Luc. Ay, good youth ;
The boy hath taught us manly duties. Let us
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.
When fearful wars point at me: her son gone,
Pif. Sir, my life is yours,
'Beseech your highness, Hold me your loyal servant.
Lord. Good my liege,
Cym. The time is troublesome;
Lord. So please your majesty,
Cym. Now for the counsel of my son and queen!
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,
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.
The want is, but to put these powers in motion
Cym. I thank you. Let's withdraw,
. 5 I heard no letter from my master, since
Before the cave.
Arv. What pleasure, Sir, find we in life, to lock it
Guid. Nay, what hope
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
Guid. This is, Sir, a doubt,
Arv. It is not likely,
Bel. Oh, I am known
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.