3034Gao. You shall not now be stolne,

3035You haue lockes vpon you:

3036So graze, as you finde Pasture.

30372. Gao. I, or a stomacke.

3038Post. Most welcome bondage; for thou art a way

3039(I thinke) to liberty: yet am I better

3040Then one that's sicke o'th' Gowt, since he had rather

3041Groane so in perpetuity, then be cur'd

3042By'th' sure Physitian, Death; who is the key

3043T' vnbarre these Lockes. My Conscience, thou art fetter'd

3044More then my shanks, & wrists: you good Gods giue me

3045The penitent Instrument to picke that Bolt,

3046Then free for euer. Is't enough I am sorry?

3047So Children temporall Fathers do appease;

3048Gods are more full of mercy. Must I repent,

3049I cannot do it better then in Gyues,

3050Desir'd, more then constrain'd, to satisfie

3051If of my Freedome 'tis the maine part, take

3052No stricter render of me, then my All.

3053I know you are more clement then vilde men,

3054Who of their broken Debtors take a third,

3055A sixt, a tenth, letting them thriue againe

3056On their abatement; that's not my desire.

3057For Imogens deere life, take mine, and though

3058'Tis not so deere, yet 'tis a life; you coyn'd it,

3059'Tweene man, and man, they waigh not euery stampe:

3060Though light, take Peeces for the figures sake,

3061(You rather) mine being yours: and so great Powres,

3062If you will take this Audit, take this life,

3063And cancell these cold Bonds. Oh Imogen,

3064Ile speake to thee in silence.

3072Sicil. No more thou Thunder-Master

3073 shew thy spight, on Mortall Flies:

3074With Mars fall out with Iuno chide, that thy Adulteries

3075 Rates, and Reuenges.

3076Hath my poore Boy done ought but well,

3077 whose face I neuer saw:

3078I dy'de whil'st in the Wombe he staide,

3079 attending Natures Law.

3080Whose Father then (as men report,

3081 thou Orphanes Father art)

3082Thou should'st haue bin, and sheelded him,

3083 from this earth-vexing smart.

3084Moth. Lucina lent not me her ayde,

3085 but tooke me in my Throwes,

3086That from me was Posthumus ript,

3087 came crying 'mong'st his Foes.

3088A thing of pitty.

3089Sicil. Great Nature like his Ancestrie,

3090 moulded the stuffe so faire:

3091That he deseru'd the praise o'th' World,

3092 as great Sicilius heyre.

30931. Bro. When once he was mature for man,

3094 in Britaine where was hee

3095That could stand vp his paralell?

3096 Or fruitfull obiect bee?

3097In eye of Imogen, that best could deeme

3098 his dignitie.

3099Mo. With Marriage wherefore was he mockt

3100 to be exil'd, and throwne

3101From Leonati Seate, and cast from her,

3102 his deerest one:

3103Sweete Imogen?

3104Sic. Why did you suffer Iachimo, slight thing of Italy,

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3105To taint his Nobler hart & braine, with needlesse ielousy,

3106And to become the geeke and scorne o'th' others vilany?

31072 Bro. For this, from stiller Seats we came,

3108 our Parents, and vs twaine,

3109That striking in our Countries cause,

3110 fell brauely, and were slaine,

3111Our Fealty, & Tenantius right, with Honor to maintaine.

31121 Bro. Like hardiment Posthumus hath

3113 to Cymbeline perform'd:

3114Then Iupiter, y^u King of Gods, why hast yu thus adiourn'd

3115The Graces for his Merits due, being all to dolors turn'd?

3116Sicil. Thy Christall window ope; looke,

3117 looke out, no longer exercise

3118Vpon a valiant Race, thy harsh, and potent iniuries:

3119Moth. Since (Iupiter) our Son is good,

3120 take off his miseries.

3121Sicil. Peepe through thy Marble Mansion, helpe,

3122 or we poore Ghosts will cry

3123To'th' shining Synod of the rest, against thy Deity.

3124Brothers. Helpe (Iupiter) or we appeale,

3125 and from thy iustice flye.

3129Iupiter. No more you petty Spirits of Region low

3130Offend our hearing: hush. How dare you Ghostes

3131Accuse the Thunderer, whose Bolt (you know)

3132Sky-planted, batters all rebelling Coasts.

3133Poore shadowes of Elizium, hence, and rest

3134Vpon your neuer-withering bankes of Flowres.

3135Be not with mortall accidents opprest,

3136No care of yours it is, you know 'tis ours.

3137Whom best I loue, I crosse; to make my guift

3138The more delay'd, delighted. Be content,

3139Your low-laide Sonne, our Godhead will vplift:

3140His Comforts thriue, his Trials well are spent:

3141Our Iouiall Starre reign'd at his Birth, and in

3142Our Temple was he married: Rise, and fade,

3143He shall be Lord of Lady Imogen,

3144And happier much by his Affliction made.

3145This Tablet lay vpon his Brest, wherein

3146Our pleasure, his full Fortune, doth confine,

3147And so away: no farther with your dinne

3148Expresse Impatience, least you stirre vp mine:

3149Mount Eagle, to my Palace Christalline. Ascends

3150Sicil. He came in Thunder, his Celestiall breath

3151Was sulphurous to smell: the holy Eagle

3152Stoop'd, as to foote vs: his Ascension is

3153More sweet then our blest Fields: his Royall Bird

3154Prunes the immortall wing, and cloyes his Beake,

3155As when his God is pleas'd.

3156All. Thankes Iupiter.

3157Sic. The Marble Pauement clozes, he is enter'd

3158His radiant Roofe: Away, and to be blest

3159Let vs with care performe his great behest. Vanish

3160Post. Sleepe, thou hast bin a Grandsire, and begot

3161A Father to me: and thou hast created

3162A Mother, and two Brothers. But (oh scorne)

3163Gone, they went hence so soone as they were borne:

3164And so I am awake. Poore Wretches, that depend

3165On Greatnesse, Fauour; Dreame as I haue done,

3166Wake, and finde nothing. But (alas) I swerue:

3167Many Dreame not to finde, neither deserue,

3168And yet are steep'd in Fauours; so am I

3169That haue this Golden chance, and know not why:

3170What Fayeries haunt this ground? A Book? Oh rare one,

3171Be not, as is our fangled world, a Garment

3172Nobler then that it couers. Let thy effects

3173So follow, to be most vnlike our Courtiers,

3174As good, as promise.

3183'Tis still a Dreame: or else such stuffe as Madmen

3184Tongue, and braine not: either both, or nothing,

3185Or senselesse speaking, or a speaking such

3186As sense cannot vntye. Be what it is,

3187The Action of my life is like it, which Ile keepe

3188If but for simpathy.

3190Gao. Come Sir, are you ready for death?

3191Post. Ouer-roasted rather: ready long ago.

3192Gao. Hanging is the word, Sir, if you bee readie for

3193that, you are well Cook'd.

3194Post. So if I proue a good repast to the Spectators, the

3195dish payes the shot.

3196Gao. A heauy reckoning for you Sir: But the comfort

3197is you shall be called to no more payments, fear no more

3198Tauerne Bils, which are often the sadnesse of parting, as

3199the procuring of mirth: you come in faint for want of

3200meate, depart reeling with too much drinke: sorrie that

3201you haue payed too much, and sorry that you are payed

3202too much: Purse and Braine, both empty: the Brain the

3203heauier, for being too light; the Purse too light, being

3204drawne of heauinesse. Oh, of this contradiction you shall

3205now be quit: Oh the charity of a penny Cord, it summes

3206vp thousands in a trice: you haue no true Debitor, and

3207Creditor but it: of what's past, is, and to come, the dis-

3208charge: your necke (Sis) is Pen, Booke, and Counters; so

3209the Acquittance followes.

3210Post. I am merrier to dye, then thou art to liue.

3211Gao. Indeed Sir, he that sleepes, feeles not the Tooth-

3212Ache: but a man that were to sleepe your sleepe, and a

3213Hangman to helpe him to bed, I think he would change

3214places with his Officer: for, look you Sir, you know not

3215which way you shall go.

3216Post. Yes indeed do I, fellow.

3217Gao. Your death has eyes in's head then: I haue not

3218seene him so pictur'd: you must either bee directed by

3219some that take vpon them to know, or to take vpon your

3220selfe that which I am sure you do not know: or iump the

3221after-enquiry on your owne perill: and how you shall

3222speed in your iournies end, I thinke you'l neuer returne

3223to tell one.

3224Post. I tell thee, Fellow, there are none want eyes, to

3225direct them the way I am going, but such as winke, and

3226will not vse them.

3227Gao. What an infinite mocke is this, that a man shold

3228haue the best vse of eyes, to see the way of blindnesse: I

3229am sure hanging's the way of winking.

3231Mes. Knocke off his Manacles, bring your Prisoner to

3232the King.

3233Post. Thou bring'st good newes, I am call'd to bee

3234made free.

3235Gao. Ile be hang'd then.

3236Post. Thou shalt be then freer then a Gaoler; no bolts

3237for the dead.

3238Gao. Vnlesse a man would marry a Gallowes, & be-

3239get yong Gibbets, I neuer saw one so prone: yet on my

3240Conscience, there are verier Knaues desire to liue, for all

3241he be a Roman; and there be some of them too that dye

3242against their willes; so should I, if I were one. I would

3243we were all of one minde, and one minde good: O there

3244were desolation of Gaolers and Galowses: I speake a-

3245gainst my present profit, but my wish hath a preferment

3246in't. Exeunt.