Dark as your fortune is, and but disguise Imo. Oh, for fuch means! 6 Though peril to my modesty, not death on't, I would adventure. Pif. Well then, here's the point: You must forget to be a woman; change mind to do with the concealment of perfon, which is here advised? On the contrary, her mind was to continue unchanged, in order to fupport her change of fortune. Shakespeare wrote, Now, if you could wear a mein. -- Or according to the French orthography, from whence I prefume arofe the corruption : Now, if you could wear a mine. WARBURTON. To wear a dark mind, is to carry a mind impenetrable to the fearch of others. Darkness applied to the mind is fecrecy, applied to the fortune is obfcurity. The next lines are obfcure, You must, fays Pifanio, difgnife that greatness, which, to appear hereafter in its proper form, cannot yet appear without great danger to itself. JOHNSON, -full of view;-] With opportunities of examining your affairs with your own eyes. JOHNSON. 6 Though peril to my modefty, Through peril ] I read, I would for juch means adventure through peril of my modefty; I would rifque every thing but real difhonour. JOHNSON, 7 nay, you must Forget that rareft treasure of your check; Expofing it (but, ob, the barder heart! Alack, no remedy) I think it very natural to reflect in this diftrefs Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek; Imo. Nay, be brief: I fee into thy end, and am almost Pif. First, make yourself but like one. ('Tis in my cloak-bag) doublet, hat, hose, all That answer to them. Would you in their ferving, And with what imitation you can borrow From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius Wherein you are happy (8 which you'll make him know, If that his head have ear in mufic) doubtlefs, Imo. Thou art all the comfort The gods will diet me with. Pr'ythee, away. diftrefs on the cruelty of Pofthumus. Dr. WARBURTON proposes to read, the harder hap! JOHNSON. which you'll make him know,] This is HANMER'S reading. The common books have it, which will make him know. Mr. THEOBALD, in one of his long notes, endeavours to prove, that it should be, which will make him fo. He is followed by Dr. WARBURTON. JOHNSON. 9 we'll even time will give us.- -] We'll make our time; we'll do what time will allow. All that good time will give us. • This attempt I am foldier to, and will abide it with Pif. Well, madam, we must take a fhort farewell; Left, being mifs'd, I be fufpected of Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress, Ino. Amen: I thank thee. [Exeunt, feverally. SCENE V. The palace of Cymbeline. Enter Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, Lucius, and Lords. Cym. Thus far; and fo farewell. Luc. Thanks, royal Sir. My emperor hath wrote; I must from hence; And am right forry, that I must report you My mafter's enemy. Cym. Our fubjects, Sir, Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself Luc. So, Sir: I defire of you A conduct over land to Milford-Haven.- Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that office; This attempt I am foldier to,] i. e. I have inlifted and bound myfelf to it. WARBURTON. The The due of honour in no point omit : So farewell, noble Lucius. Luc. Your hand, my lord. Clot. Receive it friendly: but from this time forth I wear it as your enemy. Luc. The event Is yet to name the winner. Fare you well. Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my lords, Till he have croft the Severn. Happiness! Queen. He goes hence frowning: but it honours us, That we have given him caufe. Clot. Tis all the better; Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it. Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor How it goes here. It fits us therefore, ripely, Our chariots and our horfemen be in readiness; The powers, that he already hath in Gallia, Will foon be drawn to head, from whence he moves His war for Britain. Queen. 'Tis not sleepy business; But must be look'd to fpeedily, and strongly, Cym. Our expectation that it fhould be thus, We have been too light in fufferance. [Exit a fervant. Since the exile of Pofthumus, moft retir'd Re-enter Re-enter the Servant. Cym. Where is fhe, Sir? How Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no answer She wifh'd me to make known; but our great court Cym. Her doors lock'd? Not feen of late? grant heavens, that, which I fear, Prove falfe! Queen. Son, I fay, follow the king. [Exit. Clot. That man of hers, Pifanio, her old fervant, I have not feen these two days. Queen. Go, look after Pifanio, that ftands fo for Pofthumus! He hath a drug of mine: I pray, his abfence It is a thing most precious. But for her, [Exit. Where is the gone? Haply, defpair hath feiz'd her; To death, or to difhonour; and my end Can make good ufe of either. She being down, Re-enter Cloten. How now, my fon? Clot. 'Tis certain, fhe is fled. Go in, and cheer the king: he rages; none Queen. |