170	CYMBELIKE.	act ir.
1 thank you.—By yon bush ?—Pray, how far thither ?
*Ods pittikins3!—can it be six miles yet ?— I have gone all night:—'Faith, 111 lie down and
sleep.
But, soft I no bedfellow:—O, gods and goddesses!
[Seeing the Body.
These flowers are like the pleasures of the world; This bloody man, the care on't.—I hope, I dream; For, so, I thought J was a cave-keeper, And cook to honest creatures : But 'tis not so ; TVas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing, Which the brain makes of fumes2: Our very eyes Are sometimes like our judgments, blind.    Good
faith,
I tremble still with fear: But if there be Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it! The dream's here still: even when I wake, it is Without me, as within me ; not imagin'd, felt. A headless man !—The garment of Pcsthumus! I know the shape of his leg : this is his hand; His foot Mercurial; his Martial thigh; The brawns of Hercules: but his Jovial face 3—
pettildns!] This diminutive adjuration is used by Decker and Webster in Westward Hoe, 1607; in The Shoema-ler's Holiday, or The Gentle Craft, 1600. It is derived from " God's my pity," which likewise occurs in Cymbeline.
steevens.
2	Which the bkain makes of fumes :]    So, in Macbeth ;
"That memory, the warder of the brain y " Shall be si fume."   steevens.
3	—Ms jovial face—]    Jovial face signifies in this place,
such a face as belongs to Jove.    It is frequently used in the same
sense by other old dramatick writers.    So, Hey wood,  in The
Silver Age:
«« —.    . Alcides here will stand,
" To plague you all with his high Jovial hand."