7 Of leidgers for her fweet; and which fhe, after, Enter PISANIO and Ladies. So, fo, well done, well done; The violets, cowflips, and the primroses, Pif. And fhall do: [Exeunt Queen and Ladies But when to my good Lord I prove untrue, SCENE changes to Imogen's Apartment. Enter IMOGEN alone. Imo. A father cruel, and a stepdame false, That hath her husband banished — O, that husband! As my two brothers, happy! (9) but most miferable -but most miferable (9)Is the defire that's glorious. Though this connects perfectly well both with what goes before, and what follows, yes it is obfcure enough to deserve a fhort comment. "Her huf "band, he fays, proves her fupreme grief. She had been "happy, had he been ftolen as her brothers were: but 66 now the is most miferable, as all thofe are who have a fenfe of worth and honour fuperiour to the vulgar: for "this occafions them infinite vexations with the worthless "and envious part of mankind. Had the not had fo refi"ned a taste, as to be only contented with the fuperior merits of a Pofthumus, but could have taken up with a "Cloten, fhe might have efcaped all these vexations. This elegance of tafte, that always discovers an excellence, and "chufes it, fhe calls with the utmost stretch of the fublime, the defire that's glorious.” Mr Warburton, Is the defire that's glorious. Bleffed be thofe, How mean foe'er, that have their honeft wills, Which feafons comfort. Who may this be? fy! Enter PISANIO and IACHIMO. Pif. Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome Comes from my Lord with letters. Iach. Change you, Madam? The worthy Leonatus is in fafety, And greets your Highness dearly. Imo. Thanks, good Sir, You're kindly welcome. Iach. All of her that is out of door, most rich! If the be furnished with a mind fo rare, She is alone the Arabian bird; and I [Afide. Have loft the wager. Boldness be my friend! Or like the Parthian, I fhall flying fight, Imogen reads. "He is one of the nobleft note, to whofe kind"neffes I am moft infinitely tied. Reflect upon "him accordingly, as you value your trust. So far I read aloud: "Leonatus." But even the very middle of my heart Is warmed by the reft, and takes it thankfully.- Have words to bid you; and shall find it so, Iach. Thanks, faireft Lady----- What! are men mad? hath Nature given them eyes To fee this vaulted arch, and the rich crop Of fea and land, which can diftinguish 'twixt The fiery orbs above, (10) and the twinned ftones Imo. What makes your admiration? Iach. It cannot be in the eye; (for apes and monkeys, 'Twixt two such she's, would chatter this way, and Contemn with mowes the other :) nor i' th' judge(For idcots, in this cafe of favour, would [ment; Be wifely definite :) nor i' th' appetite: (Sluttery, to fuch neat excellence oppofed, Ing. What is the matter, trow? (10)- and the twinned ftones Upon the numbered beach.] I have no idea in what fenfe the beach or fhore fhould be called numbered. I have ventured, against all the copies, to fubftitute, Upon th' unnumbered beach e. the infinite, extenfive beach, if we are to understand the epithet as coupled to that word. But I rather think the Poet intended an hypallage, like that in the beginning of Ovid's Metamorphefes : (In nova fert animus mutatas dicere formas And then we are to understand the paffage thus: That on th' unnumbered idle pebbles chafes, Cannot be heard fo far. (11) Should make defire vomit even emptiness.] None of the old books acknowledge this monofyllable, even; and therefore I have cafhiered it. Mr Pope inferted it; and thought, no doubt, he was doing eminent fervice to the verfe. He did not know, or obferve, that the Poet intended here to make defire a trifyllable; as he perpetually almoft extends fire and hour, in fcanfion, to two fyllables. 2 That fatiate, yet unfatisfied defire, (that tub, Both filled and running;) ravening first the lamb, Longs after for the garbage----- Imo. What, dear Sir, Thus raps you? are you well? Iach. Thanks, Madam, well---'Befeech you, Sir, [To Pifanio. Defire my man's abode where I did leave him; He's ftrange and peevish. Pif. I was going, Sir, To give him welcome. Imo. Continues well my Lord His health, 'beseech you? lach. Well, Madam. Imo. Is he difposed to mirth? I hope he is. Iach. Exceeding pleafant; none a stranger there So merry and fo gamefome; he is called The Britain reveller. Imo. When he was here, He did incline to fadness, and oft times Not knowing why. Iach. I never faw him fad. There is a Frenchman his companion, one, An eminent Monfieur, that it seems much loves He furnaces The thick fighs from him; whiles the jolly Briton (Your Lord, I mean,) laughs from's free lungs, cries, Oh!. Can my fides hold, to think that man who knows What woman is, yea, what the cannot chufe Imo. Will my Lord fay fo? Iach. Ay, Madam, with his eyes in flood with It is a recreation to be by, [laughter. And hear him mock the Frenchman: but Heaven Some men are much to blame. Imo. Not he, I hope. [knows [him might Iach. Not he. But yet Heaven's bounty towards Be used more thankfully. In himself 'tis much; In you, whom I count his, beyond all talents; Whilft I am bound to wonder, I am bound To pity too. Ime. What do you pity, Sir? lach. Two creatures heartily. Into. Am I one, Sir? You look on me; what wreck difcern you in me, Deferves your pity? Iach. Lamentable! what.! To hide me from the radiant fun, and folace Imo. I pray you, Sir, Deliver with more opennefs your answers I was about to fay, enjoy your -but It is an office of the gods to venge it, Not mine to fpeak on't. Imo. You do feem to know Something of me, or what concerns me; pray you, Iach. Had I this cheek To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whofe touch, |