Clo. His majesty bids you welcome. Make pastime with us a day, or two, or longer: If you seek us afterwards in other terms, you shall find us in our salt-water girdle if you beat us out of it, it is yours; if you fall in the adventure, our crows shall fare the better for you; and there's an end. Luc. So, sir. Cym. I know your master's pleasure, and he mine : All the remain is, welcome. SCENE II. Upon the written history of the sons of Cymbeline, Shakspere has engrafted the romantic story that they were stolen from their father's care, and brought up amongst the mountain fastnesses of Wales, in the primitive simplicity of the hunter's life. The nurture which Shakspere has assigned to these youths is in harmony with their historical prowess. There are few things finer in the Shaksperean drama than the scenes in which these bold mountaineers display the influence of their primitive habits. They are not ignorant; they are full of natural piety; they have strong affections; but the world has been shut out from them, and the conventional usages of the world have no power over their actions. The fierce courage with which they rush to slaughter, and the exquisite tenderness with which they mourn their poor Fidele, are equally the results of their inartificial education. The very structure of the dramatic verse seems to partake of the rugged freedom of their characters : BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Bel. A goodly day not to keep house with such Gui. Hail, heaven! Consider Bel. Now for our mountain sport: up to yon hill, And you may then revolve what tales I have toid you Oh, this life Is nobler, than attending for a check; Richer, than doing nothing for a bribe; Prouder, than rustling in unpaid-for silk : Such gains the cap of him that makes him fine, Yet keeps his book uncross'd: no life to ours. Gui. Out of your proof you speak: we, poor unfledged, Have never wing'd from view o' the nest; nor known not What air's from home. Haply, this life is best, If quiet life be best; sweeter to you, That have a sharper known; well corresponding Arv. Bel. And felt them knowingly.: the art o' the court, Is certain falling, or so slippery that The fear's as bad as falling: the toil of the war A pain that only seems to seek out danger I' the name of fame and honour: which dies i' the search; And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph As record of fair act; nay, many times, Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse Must court'sy at the censure:— –O, boys, this story And when a soldier was the theme my name Was not far off: Then was I as a tree Whose boughs did bend with fruit: but, in one night, Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, Bel. My fault being nothing (as I have told you oft) The fore-end of my time.-But, up to the mountains; To him the other two shall minister; And we will fer no poison, which attends In place of greater state. I'll meet you in the valleys. LUCIUS, a Captain, and other Officers, and a Soothsayer. Luc. Sienna's brother. Luc. When expect you them? Luc. Sooth. Last night the very gods show'd me a vision: I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd (Unless my sins abuse my divination) Success to the Roman host. The cave of Belarius hears the din of the coming strife. One of the youths has tiain Cloten, the queen's son. The old man vainly strives to persuade them to fly to deeper recesses of their mountains : Of many in the army: many years, Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore hir Hath not deserv'd my service, nor your loves; Who find in my exile the want of breeding, Gui. Arv. By this sun that shines, Did see man die ? scarce ever look'd on blood, But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison ? A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel Bel. No reason I, since of your lives you set So slight a valuation, should reserve My crack'd one to more care. Have with you, boys: If in your country wars you chance to die, That is my bed too, lads, and there I'll lie: Lead, lead.-The time seems long: their blood thinks scorn, [Aside. Till it fly out and show them princes born. The Briton, Posthumus, who has landed with the Roman army, and believes that his lady, Imogen, has been put to death by his own rash commands, through the falsehood of Iachimo, determines to take part with his countrymen : I am brought hither Among the Italian gentry, and to fight Against my lady's kingdom: "Tis enough That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress. Peace! Myself I'll dedicate. Let me make men know The contest between the Roman and British armies is, in this play, exhibited in dumb-show. The drama preceding Shakspere was full of such examples. But Shakspere uniformly rejected the practice, except in this instance. The stage directions of the original copy are very curious; and we therefore carry on the narrative by the aid of these stage directions :— Enter at one door LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and the Roman army, and the British army at another. LEONATUS POSTHUMUS following, like a poor soldier. They march over and go out. Then enter again, in skirmish, IACHIMO and POSTHUMUS: he vanquisheth and disarmeth IACHIMO, and then leaves him. Iach. The heaviness and guilt within my bosom |