Myr. The Trojan trumpets found the like, my
Acbil. The dragon wing of night o'erfpreads the
earth,

And, tickler-like 3, the armies separates.
10 My half-fupt fword, that frankly would have fed,
Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.
Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;
Along the field I will the Trojan trail.

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Ther. I am a baftard too; I love baftards: I am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illegitimate. One bear will not bite another, and wherefore should one baftard? Take heed, the quar-35 rel's most ominous to us: if the fon of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment: Farewel, baftard.

Mar. The devil take thee, coward.

SCENE IX.

Another Part of the Field.

Enter Heftor.

[Exeunt.

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Het. Most putrified core, fo fair without,
Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.
Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath:
Reft, fword; thou haft thy fill of blood and death!

Enter Achilles, and bis Myrmidons.

Acbil. Look, Hector, how the fun begins to fet;
How ugly night comes breathing at his heels;
Even with the vail 2 and dark'ning of the fun,
To close the day up, Hector's life is done.

Het. I am unarm'd; forego this 'vantage,
Greek.

[Exeunt.

[Sound retreat. Shout.

SCENE X.

The Same.

Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Nefter, Dis-
medes, and the rift, marching.

Aga. Hark! hark! what fhout is that?
Neft. Peace, drums.

Sol. Achilles! Achilles! Hector's flain! Achilles!
Dis. The bruit is, Hector's flain, and by Achilles.
Ajax. If it be fo, yet braglefs let it be;
Great Hector was as good a man as he.

Aga. March patiently along :-Let one be fent,
To pray Achilles fee us at our tent.-

If in his death the gods have us befriended,

Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended.
[Exeunt.

SCENE XI.
Another Part of the Field.

Enter Æneas, and Trojans.

ne. Stand, ho! yet are we mafters of the
field:

Never go home; here starve we out the night.
Enter Troilus.

Troi. Hector is flain.

[tail,

All. Hector?the gods forbid !
Troi. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's
In beaftly fort, dragg'd through the shameful field.
Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed!
Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile 4 at Troy!
45I fay, at once! let your brief plagues be mercy,
And linger not our fure deftructions on !

Ene. My lord, you do difcomfort all the host.
Troi. You understand me not, that tell me fo:
I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death;
50 But dare all imminence, that gods, and men,
Addrefs their dangers in. Hector is gone!
Who fhall tell Priam fo, or Hecuba?
Let him, that will a fcreech-owl aye be call'd,
Go in to Troy, and say there-Hector's dead;
There is a word will Priam turn to stone;
Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives;

Atbil. Strike, fellows, ftrike; this is the man 55

I feek.

[Hector falls.

Mr. Steevens propofes to read-aims. 2 i. e. the finking of the fan. 3 A fickler was one who stood by to part the combatants when victory could be determined without bloodshed. They were called fticklers, from carrying fticks or ftaves in their hands, with which they interposed between the duellifts. We now call these sticklers fidefmen. 4 Mr. Steevens proposes to read“ fmite at Troy,"

Cold

[Exit Troilus. Pan. A goodly med’cine for my aching bones! 20 Oh world! world! world! thus is the poor agent defpis'd!

O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a'

1 Mr. Pope on this paffage remarks, that the public ftews were anciently under the jurifdiction of the bishop of Winchester. A particular symptom in the lues venerea was called a Winchester goose; and this explanation may be fupported by the vulgar phrase at prefent applied to a perfon infected with a certain disease, that he has got the guase."

Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, a Tribune, Apparitions, a Soothsayer, Captains, Soldiers, Messengers, and aber

Attendants.

I Gent. He that hath mifs'd the princess is a thing

1 Gent. You do not meet a man, but frowns: 5 Too bad for bad report: and he that hath her,

our bloods

No more obey the heavens, than our courtiers',
Still feem, as does the king's1.

2 Gent. But what's the matter?

1 Gent. His daughter, and the heir of his king-10
dom, whom

He purpos'd to his wife's fole fon, (a widow,
That late he married) hath referr'd herself
Unto a poor, but worthy gentleman: She's wedded;
Her husband banish'd; fhe imprison'd: all
Is outward forrow; though, I think, the king
Be touch'd at very heart.

2 Gent. None but the king?

[queen,

1 Gent. He, that hath lost her, too: fo is the That most defir'd the match: But not a courtier, Although they wear their faces to the bent

(I mean, that marry'd her,—alack, good man!-
And therefore banish'd) is a creature fuch
As, to feek through the regions of the earth
For one his like, there would be something failing
In him that should compare. I do not think,
So fair an outward, and such stuff within,
Endows a man but he.

2 Gent. You speak him far.

I Gent. I do extend him, fir, within himself2; 15 Crush him together, rather than unfold His measure duly.

2 Gent. What's his name, and birth?

1 Gent. I cannot delve him to the root: His father Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour, 20 Against the Romans, with Caffibelan; But had his titles by Tenantius, whom

1 Dr. Johnson obferves, that this paffage is so difficult, that commentators may differ concerning it without animofity or fhame ;-that the lines ftand as they were originally written, and that a paraphrafe, fuch as the licentious and abrupt expreffions of our author too frequently require, will make emendation unneceffary. We do not meet a man but frowns; our bloods our countenances, which, in popular speech are faid to be regulated by the temper of the blood,—no more obey the laws of beavên,— which direct us to appear what we really are,-than our courtiers; that is, than the bloods of our courtiers; but our bloods, like theirs,-ftill feem, as doth the king's. Mr. Steevens is of opinion, that blood appears to be used for inclination; and Mr. Tyrwhitt propofes to make the paffage clear by a very flight alteration, only leaving out the laft letter; "You do not meet a man but frowns: our bloods no more obey the heavens than our courtiers ftill feem, as does the king. That is, Still look as the king does.” meaning is, My praife, however extenfive, is within his merit.

2 The

He

(Then old and fond of issue) took fuch forrow,
That he quit being; and his gentle lady,
Big of this gentleman, our theme, deceas'd
As he was born. The king, he takes the babe
To his protection; calls him Pofthumus ;
Breeds him, and makes him of his bed-chamber;
Puts to him all the learning that his time
Could make him the receiver of; which he took,
As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd; and
In his fpring became a harvest: Liv'd in court,
(Which rare it is to do) most prais'd, most lov'd:
A fample to the youngesft; to the more mature,
A glafs that feated them'; and to the graver,
A child that guided dotards: to his mistress,
For whom he now is banish'd,-her own price
Proclaims how the esteem'd him and his virtue;
By her election may be truly read,
What kind of man he is.

2 Gent. I honour him

Even out of your report. But, pray you, tell me,
Is the fole child to the king?

1 Gent. His only child.

He had two fons, (if this be worth your hearing,
Mark it) the eldest of them at three years old,
I' the fwathing clothes the other, from their nurfery
Were ftolen; and to this hour, no guefs in knowledge
Which way they went.

2 Gent. How long is this ago?

I Gent. Some twenty years.

I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying
The pangs of barr'd affections; though the king
Hath charg'd you should not speak together. [Exit.

Imo. O diffembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant 5 Can tickle where the wounds!--My dearest husband, I fomething fear my father's wrath; but nothing, (Always referv'd my holy duty) what

His rage can do on me: You must be gone;
And I fhall here abide the hourly fhot

10 Of angry eyes; not comforted to live,
But that there is this jewel in the world,
That I may fee again.

Poft. My queen! my mistress!

O, lady, weep no more; left I give caufe
15 To be fufpected of more tenderness

Than doth become a man! I will remain
The loyal'ft husband that did e'er plight troth..
My refidence in Rome, at one Philario's;
Who to my father was a friend, to me

20 Known but by letter: thither write, my queen,
And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you fend,
Though ink be made of gall.

Re-enter Queen.

Queen. Be brief, I pray you:

25 If the king come, I fhall incur I know not
How much of his displeasure :-Yet, I'll move him

To walk this way: I never do him wrong, But he does buy my injuries, to be friends; 30 Pays dear for my offences.

[vey'd! 35

2 Gent. That a king's children should be fo conSo flackly guarded! And the fearch fo flow, That could not trace them!

1 Gent. Howfoe'er 'tis ftrange,

Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at,
Yet is it true, fir.

2 Gent. I do well believe you.

1 Gent. We must forbear: Here comes the gentleman,

The queen, and princess.

SCENE II.

Peft. Should we be taking leave

As long a term as yet we have to live,

[Afide.

[Exit.

The lothness to depart would grow: Adieu!
Imo. Nay, ftay a little :

Were you but riding forth to air yourself,
Such parting were too petty. Look here, love;
This diamond was my mother's: take it, heart;

But keep it till you woo another wife,
When Imogen is dead.

40 Poft. How! how! another?

You gentle gods, give me but this I have,
And fear up my embracements from a next
With bonds of death !-Remain, remain thou here
[Putting on the ring.
[Exeunt. 45 While fenfe can keep it on! And fweetest, fairett,
As I my poor felf did exchange for you,
To your fo infinite loss; so, in our triftes
I ftill win of you: For my fake, wear this;
It is a manacle of love; I'll place it

Enter the Queen, Pofthumus, Imogen, and Attendants.
Queen. No, be affur'd, you shall not find me, 50
daughter,

After the flander of most step-mothers,
Evil-ey'd unto you: you are my prifoner, but
Your goaler fhall deliver you the keys

[Putting a bracelet on her arm,

Upon this faireft prisoner.
Imo. O, the gods!
When fhall we see again?

Enter Cymbeline, and Lords.

That lock up your reftraint. For you, Pofthumus, 55 Poft. Alack, the king!

So foon as I can win the offended king,

I will be known your advocate: marry, yet

The fire of rage is in him; and 'twere good,

You lean'd unto his fentence, with what patience

Your wisdom may inform you.

Puft. Please your highness,

I will from hence to-day.

Queen. You know the peril :

Cym. Thou bafeft thing, avoid! hence from my

fight!

If, after this command, thou fraught the court
With thy unworthiness, thou dy'ft: Away!

60 Thou art poison to my blood.

Poft. The gods protect you!

And blefs the good remainders of the court!
I am gone.

[Exit.

1i. e. a glass that formed them: meaning, a model, by the contemplation and inspection of which they formed their manners.