A riding fuit; no costlier than would fit Pif. Madam, you'd beft confider. Imo. I fee before me, man, nor here, nor here, (13) That I cannot look thro'. Away, I pr'ythee, [Exeunt. SCENE changes to a Foreft with a Cave, in Bel. A Goodly day! not to keep houfe, with fuch Inftructs you how t'adore the heav'ns; and bows you Guid. Hail, heav'n! Bel. Now for our mountain fport, up to yond hill, (13) I fee before me, Man, nor here, nor bere, Nor what enfues; but bave a Fog in them, That I cannot look thre'.] Where is the Substantive, to which this Relative plural, them, can poffibly have any Reference? There is None; and the Senfe, as well as Grammar, is defective. I have ventur'd to restore, against the Authority of the printed Copies, -but have a Fog in Ken, That I cannot look thro'. Imogen would fay, "Don't talk of confidering, Man; I nei"ther fee prefent Events, nor Confequences; but am in a Mist "of Fortune, and refolv'd to proceed on the Project deter“min'd. In Ken, means, in prospect, within Sight, before my Eyes. L 4 Your Your legs are young: I'll tread these flats. Confider, And you may then revolve what tales I told you, Guid. Out of your proof you fpeak; we, poor, un- Have never wing'd from view o' th' neft; nor know, That have a fharper known: well correfponding Arv. What should we speak of, When we are old as you? when we fhall hear Like warlike as the wolf, for what we eat : Our valour is to chase what flies; our cage Bel. How you fpeak! Did you but know the city's ufuries, And felt them knowingly; the art o' th' Court, Is certain falling; or fo flipp'ry, that The fear's as bad as falling; the toil of war; I' th' name of fame and honour; which dies i' th' search, And bath as oft a fland'rous epitaph, As record of fair act; nay, many time, Doth ill deserve, by doing well: what's worse, night, A ftorm, or robbery, call it what you will, But, in one Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves; Guid. Uncertain favour! Bel. My fault being nothing, as I have told you But that two villains (whofe falfe oaths prevail'd tains! But, up to th' moun This is not hunters' language; he, that ftrikes And we will fear no poifon, which attends In place of greater State : I'll meet you in the valleys. [Exeunt Guid. and Arvir., How hard it is to hide the fparks of nature! These boys know little, they are fons to th' King; Nor Cymbeline dreams, that they are alive. L 5 They They think, they're mine; tho' trained up thus mean ly (14) I' th' Cave, there, on the Brow, their thoughts do hit Strikes into my fpeech, and fhews much more Thou reft'ft me of my lands. Euriphile, Thou waft their nurfe; they take thee for their mother, (14) tho' train'd up thus meanly Here in the Cave, wherein their Thoughts do bit The Roof of Palaces.] Thus Mr. Pope; but the Sentence breaks off imperfectly. The old Editions read, I' th' Cave, whereon the Bow their Thoughts do bit, &c. Mr. Rowe faw, this likewife was faulty; and therefore amended it thus: I' th' Cave, where, on the Bow, their Thoughts do bit, &c. I think, it should be only with the Alteration of one Letter, and the Addition of another; I' th' Cave, there, on the Brow, And fo the Grammar and Syntax of the Sentence is compleat. We call the Arcbing of a Cavern, or Overbanging of a Hill, metaphorically, the Brow; and in like manner the Greeks and Latines used ippy's, and Supercilium. And And every day do honour to her Grave; They take for natural father. The game's up. [Exit. Enter Pifanio and Imogen. Imo. Thou told'st me, when we came from horse, the place Was near at hand. Ne'er long'd my mother fo To fee me firft, as I have now Pifanio, Where is Pofthumus? What is in thy mind, That makes thee ftare thus ? wherefore breaks that figh -what's the matter? Why tender'ft thou that paper to me, with But keep that count'nance ftill. My husband's hand ? Pif. Please read; And you you, fhall find me, wretched man,, a thing The most difdain'd of fortune. Imogen reads. HY miftrefs, Pifanio, bath play'd the firumpet in my bed: the teftimonies whereof lye bleeding in me. Ifpeak not out of weak furmises, but from proof as ftrong as my grief, and as certain as I expect my revenge. That part thou, Pifanio, must act for me. If thy faith be not tainted with the breach of hers, let thine hands take away her life: I fhall give thee opportunity at Milford-Haven. She bath my letter for the purpose; where, if thou fear to Atrike, and to make me certain it is done, thou art the Pander to her dishonour, and equally to me disloyal.. Pif |