That, otherwise than noble nature did,

Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest In this fad wreck? How came it? Who is it?

What art thou?

Imo. I am nothing: or if not,

Nothing to be were better. This was my mafter,
A very valiant Briton, and a good,

That here by mountaineers lies flain :-Alas !
There are no more fuch masters: I may. wander
From east to occident, cry out for fervice,
Try many, all good, ferve truly, never
Find fuch another master.

Luc. 'Lack, good youth!

Thou mov'ft no lefs with thy complaining, than Thy master in bleeding: Say his name, good friend. Imo. 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, fir?

Luc. Thy name?

Imo. Fidele, fir.

Luc. Thou doft approve thyfelf 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,

ing phrafes; the question therefore is, Who has altered this picture, fo as to make it otherwife than nature did it. JOHNSON. Olivia speaking of her own beauty as of a picture, asks Viola if it is not well done ?” STEEVENS.

2 Richard du Champ.] Shakspeare was indebted for his modern names (which fometimes are mixed with ancient ones) as well as his anachronisms, to the fashionable novels of his time. In a collection of ftories, entitled A Petite Palace of Pettie his Pleafure, 1576, I find the following circumftances of ignorance and abfurdity. 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 awrought fo with the duke, that this Cephalus was fent poft in ambaffage to the Turke.

-Eriphile, after the death of her husband Amphiaraus, (the Theban prophet) calling to mind the affection wherein Don Infortunio was drowned towards her," &c. &c. STEEVENS.

No

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, fir. But, first, an't please the gods,
I'll hide my mafter from the flies, as deep

As thefe poor pick-axes can dig: and when
With wild wood-leaves and weeds I have ftrew'd his
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 master thee.-
My friends,

The boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us
Find out the prettieft daizy'd plot we can,
And make him with our pikes and partizans
A grave: Come, arm him.-Boy, he is preferr'd
By thee to us; and he fhall be interr'd,
As foldiers can. Be chearful; wipe thine eyes:
Some falls are means the happier to arife.

SCENE

5 Cymbeline's palace.

III.

Enter Cymbeline, Lords, and Pifanio.

[Exeunt.

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

A fever

3 these poor pick-axes-] Meaning her fingers.

arm him.

JOHNSON. -] That is, Take him up in your arms. HANMER.

3 Cymbeline's palace.] This fcene is omitted against all authority by fir T. Hanmer. It is indeed of no great ufe in the progrefs of the fable, yet it makes a regular preparation for the next act. JOHNSON.

The

1

A fever with the absence 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 defperate bed; and in a time

When fearful wars point at me: her fon gone,
So needful for this prefent: It ftrikes me, paft
The hope of comfort.-But for thee, fellow,
Who needs must know of her departure, and
Doft feem fo ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee
By a fharp torture.

Pif. Sir, my life is yours,

I humbly fet it at your will: But, for my mistress,
I nothing know where fhe remains, why gone,
Nor when she purposes return. 'Beseech your high-
nefs,

Hold me your loyal fervant.

Lord. Good my liege,

The day that she was miffing, he was here:
I dare be bound he's true, and fhall perform
All parts of his fubjection loyally. For Cloten,-
There wants no diligence in feeking him,

And will, no doubt, be found.

Cym. The time is troublefome;

We'll flip you for a feafon; but our jealoufy [To Pif.
Does yet depend.

The fact is, that fir Thomas Hanmer has inferted this fuppofed omiffion as the eight fcene of A& III. The fcene which in Dr. Johnson's first edition is the eighth of Act III. is printed in a small letter under it in Hanmer's, on a fuppofition that it was fpurious. In this impreffion it is the third fcene of Act IV. and that which in Johnfon is the eighth scene of A&t IV. is in this the feventh fcene. STEEVENS.

And will,-] I think it should be read:

And he'll,

-our jealoufy

STEEVENS.

Does yet depend.] My fufpicion is yet undetermined; if I do not condemn you, I likewife have not acquitted you. We now say, the caufe is depending. JOHNSON.

Lord.

Lord. So please your majefty,

The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn,
Are landed on your coaft; with a supply
Of Roman gentlemen, by the fenate fent.
Cym. Now for the counfel of my fon, and queen!-
I am amaz'd with matters.

Lord. Good my liege,

Your preparation can affront no less

Than what you hear of: come more, for more you're

ready:

The want is, but to put thefe

That long to move.

powers in motion,

Cym. I thank you: Let's withdraw;

And meet the time, as it feeks us. We fear not
What can from Italy annoy us; but
We grieve at chances here.Away.

[Exeunt.

Pif. I heard no letter from my master, fince I wrote him, Imogen was flain: 'Tis ftrange: Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promife To yield me often tidings: Neither know I What is betid to Cloten; but remain

Perplex'd in all. The heavens ftill must work: Wherein I am falfe, I am honeft; not true, to be true. These prefent wars fhall find I love my country, Even to the note o' the king, or I'll fall in them.

2

I am amaz'd with matter.] i. e. confounded by variety of bufinefs. So in King John:

I am amaz'd methinks, and lofe my way,

Among the thorns and dangers of this world. STEEVENS. Your preparation, &c.] Your forces are able to face fuch an army as we hear the enemy will bring againft us.

JOHNSON.

I heard no letter-] I fuppofe we fhould read with Hanmer,
I've had no letter.- STEEVENS.

Perhaps, "I heard no later." MuSGRAVE.

Perhaps letter here means, not an epiftle, but the elemental part of a fyllable. This might have been a phrafe in Shakspeare's time. We yet fay-I have not heard a fyllable from him.

2

MALONE.

to the note o' the king, -] I will fo distinguish myfelf, the king fhall remark my valour. JOHNSON.

4.

All

All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd: Fortune brings in fome boats, that are not steer'd.

SCENE IV.

Before the cave.

Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.

Guid. The noife is round about ús.

Bel. Let us from it.

[Exit.

Ary. What pleasure, fir, find we in life, to lock it From action and adventure?

Guid. Nay, what hope

Have we in hiding us? this way, the Romans
Muft or for Britons flay us; or receive us
For barbarous and unnatural revolts

During their ufe, and flay us after.

Bel. Sons,

We'll higher to the mountains; there fecure us.
To the king's party there's no going: newness
Of Cloten's death (we being not known, nor mufter'd3
Among the bands) may drive us to a render
Where we have liv'd; and fo extort from us that
Which we have done, ' whofe answer would be death
Drawn on with torture.

3

Guid. This is, fir, a doubt,

nor mufter'd- -] Folio,

-not mufter'd. MALONE.
-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. JOHNSON.

Render is ufed in a fimilar fenfe in Timon, a& V.

"And fends us forth to make their forrow'd render." STEEVENS.

5 whose anfwer] The retaliation of the death of Cloten would be death, &c. JOHNSON.