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Be not with mortal accidents opprest';
No care of yours it is; you know, 'tis ours. Whom best I love, I cross; to make my gift,
The more delay'd, delighted. Be content; Your low-lajd son our godhead will uplift ;
His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent. 260 Our Jovial star reign'd at his birth, and in
Our temple was he married.-Rise, and fadel He shall be lord of lady Imogen,
And happier much by his affliction made. This tablet lay upon his breast; wherein
Our pleasure his full fortune dath confine; And so, away: no farther with your din Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. Mount eagle to my palace chrystalline. [ Ascends.
Sici. He came in thunder; his celestial breath 270 Was sulphurous to smell; the holy eagle Stoop'd, as to foot us: his ascension is More sweet than our blest fields : his royal bird Prunes the immortal wing, and cloys his beak, As when his god is pleas'd.
All. Thanks, Jupiter !
Sici. The marble pavement closes, he is enter'd His radiant roof :--Away! and, to be blest Let us with care perform his great
behest. [Vanish. Post, [Waking.] Sleep, thou hast been a grandsire, and begot
280 A father to me: and thou hast created A mother, and two brothers : But (O scorn!) Gone ! they went hence so soon as they were born. Lij
And so I am awake. -Poor wretches, that depend
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When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown, withcut seeking find, and be embrac'd by a piece of tender air ; and when from a stately cedar shall be lopt branches, which, being dead many years, skall 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.
'Tis still a dream; or else such stuff as madmen
Gaol. Come, sir, are you ready for death?
Gaol. Hanging is the word, sir; if you be ready for that, you are well cook'd.
Post. So, if I prove a good repast to the spectators, the dish pays the shot.
313 Gaol. A heavy reckoning for you, sir : But the comfort is, you shall be call’d to no more payments, fear no more tavern bills; which are often the sadness of parting, as the procuring of mirth : you come in faint for want of meat, depart reeling with too inuch drink : sorry that you have paid too much, and sorry that you are paid too much; purse and brain both empty: the brain the heavier, for being too light; the purse too light, being drawn of heaviness: 0! of this contradiction you shall now be quit.-0, the charity of a penny cord ! it sums up thousands in a trice : you have no true debitor and creditor but it; of what's past, is, and to come, the discharge Your neck, sir, is pen, book, and counters; so the acquittance follows.
328 Post. I am merrier to die, thạn thou art to live.
Gaol. Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the tooth-ach: But a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think, he would change places with his officer : for, look you, sir, you
know not which way you shall go, Post. Yes, indeed, do I, fellow, Liij
Gaol. Your death has eyes in's head then; I have not seen him so pictur’d: you must either be directed by some that take upon them to know; or take upon yourself that, which I am sure you do not know; or junip the after-inquiry on your own peril: and how you shall speed in your journey's end, I think, you'll never return to tell one.
342 Post. I tell thee, fellow, there are none want eyes, to direct them the way I am going, but such as wiak, and will not use them.
Gaol. What an infinite mock is this, that a man should have the best use of eyes, to see the
of blindness ! 'I am sure, hanging's the way of winking.
Enter a Messenger. Mess. Knock off his manacles; bring your prisoner to the king.
350 Post. Thou bring'st good news; I am call'd to be made free.
Gaol. l'll be hang'd then.
Post. Thou shalt be then freer than a gaoler; 'no bolts for the dead. [Exeunt Post, and Messenger.
Gaol. Unless a man would marry a gallows, and beget young gibbets, I never saw one so prone. Yet, on my conscience, there are verier knaves desire to live, for all he be a Roman: and there be some of them too, that die against their wills; so should I, if I were one. I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good; 0, there were desolation of gaolers,
and gallowses! I speak against my present profit: but my wish hath a preferment in't,
CYMBELine's Tent. Enter CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRAGUS, PISANIO, and Lords. Cym. Stand by my side, you, whom the gods have
made Preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart, That the poor soldier, that so richly fought, Whose rags sham'd gilded arms, whose naked breast Stept before targe of proof, cannot be found: He shall be happy that can find him, if
370 Our grace can make him so.
Bel. I never saw
Cym. No tidings of him?
Cym. To my grief, I am
[To BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. By whom, I grant, she lives : 'Tis now the time To ask of whence you are :-report it..