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It was wise nature's end in the donation,
Cym. O, what am I
Imo. No, my lord ;
Cym. Did you e'er meet?
Gui. And at first meeting lov'd;
Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd.
Cym. Ó rare instinct ! When shall I hear all through? This fierce abridgement4 Hath to it circumstantial branches, which Distinction should be rich in 5–Where? how liv'd you ? And when came you to serve our Roman captive? How parted with your brothers ? how first met them? Why fled you from the court ? and whither ? These, And your three motives to the battle, 6 with I know not how much more, should be demanded ; And all the other by-dependencies From chance to chance; but nor the time, nor place, Will serve our long intergatories. See, Posthumus anchors upon Imogen ; And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye On him, her brothers, me, her master ; hitting Each object with a joy ; the counterchange Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground, And smoke the temple with our sacrifices.Thou art my brother ; So we'll hold thee ever. [TO BEL.
Imo. You are my father too ; and did relieve me,
 Fierce-is vehement, rapid. JOHNSON
 Which ought to be rendered distinct by a liberal amplitude of nar. rative. STEEVENS.
. That is, though strangely expressed, the motives of you thręe for engaging in the battle. So, in Romeo and Juliet, « both our remedies" means, the remedy for us both. M. MASON
To see this gracious season.
Cym. All o'er-joy'd,
Imo. My good master,
Luc. Happy be you !
Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought,
Post. I am, sir,
Post. Kneel not to me ;
Cym. Nobly doom'd:
Arv. You holp us, sir,
Post. Your servant, princes.-Good my lord of Rome,
 A collection is a corollary, a consequence deduced from the premises Whose containing, means, the contents of which, STEEVENS
Sooth. Here, my good lord.
Sooth. [Reads.) When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown, without seeking find, and be embraced by a piece of tender air ; and when from a stately cedar shall be lonped branches, which, being dead many years, shall after revive, be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow ; then shall Posthumus end his miseries, Bria tain be fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty. Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp ; The fit and apt construction of thy name, Being Leo-natus, doth import so much :
The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter, [70 Cym.
Cym. This hath some seeming.
Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline,
Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune
Which shines here in the west.
Cym. Laud we the gods ;
Sung by GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS, over FIDELE, supposed to
BY MR. WILLIAM COLLINS.
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb
Soft maids, and village hinds, shall bring
And rifle all the breathing spring.
To vex with shrieks this quiet grove;
And melting virgins own their love.
No wither'd witch shall here be seen,
No goblins lead their nightly crew:
And dress thy grave with pearly dew.
The red-breast oft at evening hours
Shall kindly lend his little aid,
When howling winds, and beating rain,
In tempests shake the sylvan cell;
The tender thought on thee shall dwell.
Each lonely scene shall thee restore;
For thee the tear be duly shed:
And mourn'd till pity's self be dead.
IND OF VOL. VII.
MUNROE & FRANCIS'