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Jail. Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the toothache. 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.
Jail. Your death has eyes in's head, then ; I have not seen him so pictured. 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 jump 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.
Post. I tell thee, fellow, there are none want eyes to direct them the way I am going, but such as wink, and will not use them.
Jail. What an infinite mock is this, that a man should have the best use of eyes, to see the way 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.
Post. Thou bringest good news ;-I am called to be made free.
Jail. I'll be hanged then.
Post. Thou shalt be then freer than a jailer ; no bolts for the dead.
[Exeunt Posthumus and Messenger. Jail. 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
I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good. O, there were desolation of jailers and gallowses! I speak against my present profit; but my wish hath a preferment in't.
1 i. e. hazard.
2 Prone here signifies ready, prompt.
SCENE V. Cymbeline's Tent.
Enter CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRAGUS,
Pisanio, Lords, Officers, and Attendants. 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 shamed gilded arms, whose naked breast Stepped before targe of proof, cannot be found. He shall be happy that can find him, if Our
grace can make him so. Bel.
I never saw
No tidings of him?
To my grief, I am
[To BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.
Bow your knees.
1 In the scene before us, all the surviving characters are assembled; and at the expense of whatever incongruity the former events may have been produced, perhaps little can be discovered on this occasion to offend the most scrupulous advocate for regularity; and as little is found wanting to satisfy the spectator by a catastrophe which is intricate without confusion, and not more rich in ornament than nature."
Companions to our person, and will fit you
Enter CORNELIUS and Ladies.
Hail, great king!
is dead. Сут. .
Whom worse than a physician
Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life;
your person. Сут. .
She alone knew this; And, but she spoke it dying, I would not Believe her lips in opening it. Proceed.
Cor. Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to love With such integrity, she did confess Was as a scorpion to her sight; whose life, But that her flight prevented it, she had Ta'en off by poison. Cym.
O most delicate fiend! Who is't can read a woman? Is there more? Cor. More, sir, and worse. She did confess, she
1 “To bear in hand” is “ falsely pretended.”
For you a mortal mineral ; which, being took,
Heard you all this, her women ?
Enter Lucius, Lachimo, the Soothsayer, and other
Roman prisoners, guarded ; Posthumus behind,
and IMOGEN. Thou com’st not, Caius, now for tribute ; that The Britons have razed out, though with the loss Of many a bold one; whose kinsmen have made suit, That their good souls may be appeased with slaughter Of you their captives which ourself have granted. So, think of
A Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer.
I have surely seen him;
I humbly thank your highness.
No, no; alack,
The boy disdains me ;
What wouldst thou, boy ? I love thee more and more ; think more and more What's best to ask. Know'st him thou look'st on ?
speak, Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? thy friend?
1 Feat is ready, dexterous.
2 Countenance. 3 “I know not what should induce me to say, Live, boy.” The word nor was inserted by Rowe.
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