Of many of the army; many years, Though Cloten then but young, (you fee) notvore him From my remembrance. And befides, the King Guid. Than be fo, Better to cease to be. Pray, Sir, to th' army; Arv. By this fun that fhines, I'll thither; what thing is it that I never A rider like myself who ne'er wore rowel, Guid. By heavens I'll go. If you will blefs me, Sir, and give me leave, Arv. So fay I, Amen. Bel. No reafon I (fince of your lives you fet So flight a valuation) fhould referve My cracked 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 ly. Lead, lead, the time feems long: their blood thinks fcorn Till it fly out, and fhew them princes born. [Exe. ACT V. SCENE, a Field between the British and Roman Y Camps. Enter POSTHUMUs, with a bloody Handkerchief. POSTHUMUS. E A, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I wifh'd Thou fhouldft be coloured thus. You marriedones, If each of you would take this courfe, how man Every good fervant does not all commands; Should have talen vengeance on my faults, I ne'er Me, wretch, more worth your vengeance. But alack, (48) -you fome permit To fecond ills with ilis, each worse than other, And make them dread it, to the doer's thrift.] The divinity-fchools have not furnithed jufter obfervations on the conduct of Providence, than Pofthumus gives us here in his private reflectionsTM You gods (fays he) act in a different manner with your different creatures; You fnatch fome hence for little faults; that's love, This feems a fine thort comment on what St Paul fays to the Hebrews, Ον ἀγαπᾶ Κύριος, παιδεύει. "The Lord cha To fecond ills with ills,, each worse than other, Hear patiently my purpofe. I'll difrobe me Myfelf I'll dedicate. Let me make men know fteneth whom he loveth." The philofopher Seneca is more ample upon the fame fubjcct; Hos deus, quos probat quos amat, indurat, recognofcit, exercet -Others (fays our Poet) you permit to live on, to multiply and increafe in crimes; And make them dread it, to the doer's thrift. Here's a relative without an antecedent subftantive, and a genitive cafe fingular, when all the other members of the fentence run into the plural. Both which are a breach of grammar. We must certainly read; And make them dreaded, to the doers' thrift. i. . others you permit to aggravate one crime with more; which enormities not only make them revered and dreaded, but run into other kinds to their advantage. Dignity, refpect, and profit, accrue to them from crimes committed with impunity. -multi Committunt eadem diverfo crimina fato; Ille crucem precium fceleris tulit, hic diadema. Juven. Sat. 13. Criminibus debent hortos, prætoria, menfas, Idem. Sat. 1, To fhame the guife o' th' world, I will begin The fashion, lefs without, and more within. [Exit. Enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and the Roman Army at one door; and the British Army at another; LEONATUS POSTHUMUS following like a poor foldier. They march over, and go out. Then enter again in fkirmish ACHIMO and POSTHUMUS; he vanquifheth and difarmeth 1ACHIMO, and then leaves bim. Iach. The heavinefs and guilt within my bofom, This lowt, as he exceeds our Lords, the odds Bel. Stand, ftand; we have the advantage of the ground; That lane is guarded; nothing routs us, but Guid. Arv. Stand, ftand, and fight. Enter POSTHUMUS and feconds the Britons. refcue Cymbeline, and exeunt. They Then enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO and IMOGEN. Luc. Away, boy, from the troops, and fave thyfelf; For friends kill friends, and the diforder's fuch As war were hood-winked. Iach. 'Tis their fresh fupplies. Luc. It is a day turned ftrangely. Or betimes Let's re-enforce, or fly. [Exeunt. SCENE, another part of the Field of Battle. Enter POSTHUMUS, and a British Lord. Lord. Cameft thou from where they made the Poft. I did. [ftand? Though you, it seems, came from the fliers. Lord. I did. Poft. No blame be to you, Sir, for all was lot, But that the Heavens fought; the King himself Of his wings deftitute, the army broken, And but the backs of Britons feen; all flying Through a strait lane; the enemy full-hearted, Lolling the tongue with flaughtering, having work More plentiful than tools to do't, ftruck down Some mortally, fome flightly touched, fome falling Merely through fear, that the ftraight pafs was damm'd With dead men, hurt behind, and cowards living To die with lengthened thame. Lord. Where was this lane? Poft. Clofe by the battle, ditched, and walled with turf, Which gave advantage to an ancient foldier, |