I know you are more clement than vile men, [He sleeps. Solemn music. Enter, as an apparition, SICILIUS LEONATUS, father to POSTHUMUS, an old man, attired like a warrior; leading in his hand an ancient matron, his wife, and mother to POSTHUMUS, with music before them. Then, after other music, follow the two young Leonati, brothers to POSTHUMUS, with wounds, as they died in the wars. They circle POSTHUMUS round, as he lies sleeping. Sici. No more, thou thunder-master, show With Mars fall out, with Juno chide, That thy adulteries Rates and revenges. Hath my poor boy done aught but well, I died, whilst in the womb he staid if it is the main part, the chief point, or principal condition of his freedom, i. e. of his freedom from future punishment." 1 So in Macbeth:- "Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond 2 This scene is supposed not to be Shakspeare's, but foisted in by the players for mere show. The great Poet, who has conducted his fifth act with such matchless skill, could never have designed the vision to be twice described by Posthumus, had this nonsense been previously delivered on the stage. It appears that the players indulged themselves, sometimes, in unwarrantable liberties of the same kind. Whose father then, (as men report, Thou shouldst have been, and shielded him Moth. Lucina lent not me her aid, Sici. Great nature, like his ancestry, That he deserved the praise o' the world, 1 Bro. When once he was mature for man, In Britain where was he That could stand up his parallel ; Or fruitful object be In eye of Imogen, that best Could deem his dignity? Moth. With marriage wherefore was he mocked, To be exiled and thrown Sici. Why did you suffer Iachimo, To taint his nobler heart and brain With needless jealousy; And to become the geck' and scorn 2 Bro. For this, from stiller seats we came, Fell bravely, and were slain; Our fealty, and Tenantius' right, With honor to maintain. 1 Bro. Like hardiment Posthumus hath To Cymbeline performed. Then, Jupiter, thou king of gods, Sici. Thy crystal window ope; look out; Upon a valiant race, thy harsh And potent injuries. Moth. Since, Jupiter, our son is good, Sici. Peep through thy marble mansion, help; Against thy deity. 2 Bro. Help, Jupiter; or we appeal, And from thy justice fly. JUPITER descends in thunder and lightning, sitting upon an eagle he throws a thunderbolt. The ghosts fall on their knees. Jup. No more, you petty spirits of region low, No care of yours it is, you know, 'tis ours. His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent. And happier much by his affliction made. 1 Delighted for delightful, or causing delight. This tablet lay upon his breast; wherein Our pleasure his full fortune doth confine; Express impatience, lest you stir up mine.— [Ascends. Sici. He came in thunder; his celestial breath All. Thanks, Jupiter! Sici. The marble pavement closes; he is entered His radiant roof.-Away! and, to be blessed, Let us with care perform his great behest. [Ghosts vanish. Post. [Waking.] Sleep, thou hast been a grandsire, and begot A father to me; and thou hast created A mother and two brothers. But (O scorn!) That have this golden chance, and know not why. one! 3 Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment 1 i. e. to grasp us in his pounces. "And till they foot and clutch their prey.”—Herbert. 2 In ancient language, the cleys or clees of a bird or beast are the same with claws in modern speech. To claw their beaks, is an accustomed action with hawks and eagles. 3 i. e. trifling. Hence, new-fangled, still in use for new toys or trifles. [Reads.] When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown, without seeking find, and be embraced by a piece of tender air; and when from a stately cedar shall be lopped branches, which, being dead many years, shall 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 As sense cannot untie. Be what it is, Re-enter Jailers. Jail. Come, sir, are you ready for death? Post. Over-roasted rather; ready long ago. Jail. Hanging is the word, sir; if you be ready for that, you are well cooked. Post. So, if I prove a good repast to the spectators, the dish pays the shot. 1 Jail. A heavy reckoning for you, sir. But the comfort is, you shall be called 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 the want of meat, depart reeling with too much 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. O! of this contradiction you shall now be quit.-O 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. Post. I am merrier to die, than thou art to live. 1 Paid here means subdued or overcome by the liquor. |