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O'er-borne i’ the former wave: ten chac'd by one,
This was strange chance:
Post. Nay, do not wonder at it: you are made
Lord. Nay, be not angry, sir.
'Lack! to what end?
Farewell; you are angry.
? The mortal bugs o' the field.] The mortal terrors of the field. See Vol. ïïi. p. 134 ; Vol. v. p. 323. In “ Hamlet,” Vol. vii. p. 334,“ bugs” and “ goblins” are coupled.
But yield me to the veriest hind, that shall
shoulder. Great the slaughter is
Enter Two British Captains, and Soldiers. 1 Cap. Great Jupiter be prais’d! Lucius is taken. 'Tis thought, the old man and his sons were angels.
2 Cap. There was a fourth man, in a silly habit, That gave th' affront with them.
So 'tis reported;
Post. A Roman,
Lay hands on him; a dog !
service As if he were of note. Bring him to the king. .
Enter CYMBELINE, attended ; BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS,
ARVIRAGUS, PISANIO, and Roman Captives. The Captains present PosthumUS to CYMBELINE, who delivers him over to a Jailer ; after which, all go out.
after which, all go out.] It was not unusual on our old stage to begin a scene with a dumb show, as scene 2 of this Act; but it was by no means common to terminate a scene in this way. Ritson was evidently mistaken, when he said that “the business of the scene was entirely performed in dumb show,” unless he considered the dumb show a scene by itself.
Enter PostHUMUS, and Two Jailers.
1 Jail. You shall not now be stolen; you have locks
upon you: So, graze as you find pasture. 2 Jail.
Ay, or a stomach.
[Exeunt Jailers. Post. Most welcome, bondage, for thou art a way I think, to liberty. Yet am I better Than one that's sick o' the gout; since he had rather Groan so in perpetuity, than be cur’d By the sure physician, death, who is the key Tunbar these locks. My conscience, thou art fetter'd More than my shanks, and wrists: you good gods, give
The penitent instrument to pick that bolt,
You rather mine, being yours; and so, great powers,
[He sleeps. Solemn Music. Enter, as
an Apparition, Sicilius
Thy spite on mortal flies :
Rates and revenges.
Whose face I never saw;
Attending nature's law.
Thou orphans' father art)
From this earth-vexing smart.
But took me in my throes;
A thing of pity!
Moulded the stuff so fair,
As great Sicilius' heir.
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 mock’d,
To be exil'd, and thrown
Slight thing of Italy,
With needless jealousy;
O'the other's villainy?
Our parents, and us twain,
Fell bravely, and were slain; Our fealty, and Tenantius' right,
With honour to maintain.
1 Bro. Like hardiment Posthumus hath
To Cymbeline perform’d: Then, Jupiter, thou king of gods,
Why hast thou thus adjourn'd
Being all to dolours turn’d?
No longer exercise,
And potent injuries.
4 And to become the GECK and scorn] “Geck” is fool; and we have had it before used by Shakespeare in “ Twelfth Night,” Vol. iii. p. 418.