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