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Poft. [waking.] Sleep, thou hast been a grandfire, and
begot A father to me: and thou hast created A mother, and two brothers : But (O scorn!) Gune! they went hence so soon as they were born. And so I am awake. Poor wretches, that depend On greatness' favour, dream as I have done ; Wake, and find nothing. But, alas, I swerve: Many dream not to find, neither deserve, And yet are steep'd in favours ; so am I, That have this golden chance, and know not why. What fairies haunt this ground? A book? O, rare one ! Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment Nobler than that it covers : let thy effects So follow, to be most unlike our courtiers, As good as promise.
[Reads. ] When as a lion's whelp shall, to bimself unknown, without seeking find, and be embrac'd by a piece of tender air ; and wben from a stately cedar shall be lopt branches, which, be ing dead many years, shall after revive, be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow ; then shall Pofthumus end bis miferies, Britain be fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty. ''Tis still a dream ; or else such stuff as madmen Tongue, and brain not : either both, or nothing: Or senseless speaking, or a speaking such As sense cannot untie. Be what it is, The action of my life is like it, which I'll keep if but for sympathy.
I 'Tis fill a dream; &c.)– This is a dream, or madness, or both, or nothing-but whether it be a speech without consciousness, as in a dream, or unintelligible, as in madness, be it as it may, 'tis like my course of life, and I'll preserve it for that reason.
Gaol. Come, sir, are you ready for death?
Gaol. Hanging is the word, fir; if you be ready for that, you are well cook'd.
Poft. So, if I prove a good repast to the spectators, the dish pays the shot.
Gaol. A heavy reckoning for you, sir: But the comfort is, you shall be call’d 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 want of meat, depart reeling with too much drink; sorry that you have paid too much, and forry 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.-0, the charity of a penny cord! it sums up thousands in a trice : you have no true y debitor and credicor but it ; of what's past, is, and to come, the discharge Your neck, fir, is pen, book, and counters; so the acquittance follows.
Pot. I am merrier to die, than thou art to live.
Gaol. Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the toothach: But a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hang. man to help him to bed, I think, he would change places with his officer: for, look you, fir, you know not which way you
you are paid too much ;)—by the liquor, overcome, intoxicated. " I paid nothing-but was paid for my learning."
Merry Wives of WINDSOR, Vol. I. p. 247. Fal. seven of the eleven I paid.”
Henry IV. Part I. A& II. S.4. Fal. * drawn of beaviness:]-embowelled, emptied of its contents. y debitor and creditor) --mode of adjusting the accounts between them. ? counters were formerly used as a means of reckoning.
Pot. Yes, indeed, do I, fellow.
Gaol. Your death has eyes in's head then ; I have not seen him so pictur'd: 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 afterenquiry on your own peril: and how you shall speed in your journey's end, I think, you'll never return to tell
Poft. 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.
Gaol. 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. Mef. Knock off his manacles; bring your prisoner to
Poft. Thou bring'st good news; l-am callid to be made free.
Gaol. I'll be hang'd then.
Poft. Thou shalt be then freer than a gaoler ; no bolts for the dead.
[Exeunt Pofthumus, and Messenger. Gaol. 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 onę. I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good ; O, there were desolation of gaolers, and gallowses ! I speak against my present profit; but my wish hath a preferment in't.
[Exit. * jump tbe afier-enquiry)-venture upon it without any forethought. “We'd jump the life to come.” MACBETH, Vol. II. p. 623. Marb. “ For the life to come,” &c. WINTER'S TALE, A& IV. S. 2. Aut. fo prone. 1-so prompt for execution.
Enter Cymbeline, Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, Pifanio,
Cym. Stand by my side, you, whom the gods have made Preservers of my throne.
throne. Woe is my heart,
Bel. I never saw
Cym. No tidings of him ?'
Pif. He hath been search'd among the dead and living, But no trace of him.
Cym. To my grief, I am
[To Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus, By whom, I grant, she lives : 'Tis now the time To ask of whence you are :-report it.
d that promis'd nought, &c.)—whose appearance gave no sign of such a display of courage. . bis reward;]-of that reward, which he should have received.
Cym. Bow your knees :
Cor. Hail, great king!
Cym. Whom worse than a physician
Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life;
Cym. Pr’ythee, say.
Cor. First, the confess’d she never lov'd you; only
Cym. She alone knew this:
Cor. Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to love With such'integrity, she did confess
knights o’the battle ;]—now ftiled Bannerets. & trip me,]-catch me tripping, detect me. bere in band)-affected, pretended.