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I am, sir,
I am down again ; [Kneeling.
Kneel not to me;
You holp us, sir,
you did mean indeed to be our brother; Joyed are we, that you are. Post. Your servant, princes.-Good my lord of
1 Spritely shows are groups of sprites, ghostly appearances.
2 A collection is a corollary, a consequence deduced from premises. So the queen in Hamlet says:
Her speech is nothing,
The hearers to collection."
Read and declare the meaning. Sooth. [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. Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp; The fit and apt construction of thy name, Being Leo-natus, doth import so much. The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter,
[To CYMBELINE. Which we call mollis aer ; and mollis aer We term it mulier; which mulier, I divine, Is this most constant wife; who, even now, Answering the letter of the oracle, Unknown to you, unsought, were clipped about With this most tender air. Сут. .
This hath some seeming.
i It should apparently be,“ By peace we will begin. The soothsayer says, that the label promised to Britain “ peace and plenty." To which Cymbeline replies, “We will begin with peace, to fulfil the prophecy.”
2 i. e. have laid most heavy hand on. Many such elliptical passages are found in Shakspeare.
Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune
Laud we the gods;
This play has many just sentiments, some natural dialogues, and some pleasing scenes; but they are obtained at the expense of much incongruity. To remark the folly of the fiction, the absurdity of the conduct, the confusion of the names and manners of different times, and the impossibility of the events in any system of life, were to waste criticism upon unresisting imbecility, upon faults too evident for detection, and too gross for aggravation.
* On this critique of Johnson, Mr. Singer remarks :-" It is hardly necessary to point out the extreme injustice of the unfounded severity of Johnson's animadversions upon this exquisite drama. The antidote will be found in the reader's appeal to his own feelings after reiterated perusal. It is with satisfaction I refer to the more just and discriminative opinion of a foreign critic, to whom every lover of Shakspeare is deeply indebted, cited in the Preliminary Romarks.”
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb,
Soft maids and village hinds shall bring
And rifle all the breathing spring.
To vex with shrieks this quiet grove;
And melting virgins own their love.
No withered witch shall here be seen,
Nor goblins lead their nightly crew :
And dress thy grave with pearly dew.
The redbreast oft at evening hours
Shall kindly lend his little aid,
To deck the ground where thou art laid.
When howling winds, and beating rain,
In tempests shake the sylvan cell ;
The tender thought on thee shall dwell.
Each lonely scene shall thee restore ;
For thee the tear be duly shed;
And mourned till pity's self be dead.