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Attended by my men: I will make bold
To send them to you, only for this night;
I must aboard to-morrow.

Imo. O no, no.

Iach. Yes, I beseech you: or I shall short my word, By length’ning my return. From Gallia, I cross'd the seas on purpose, and on promise To see your Grace.

Imo. 'I thank you for your pains ;
But not away to-morrow?

Iach, 0, I must, Madam.
Therefore, I shall beseech you, if you please
To greet your lord with writing, do't to-night.
I have outstood my time, which is material
To th' tender of our present.

Imo. I will write :
Send your trunk to me, it shall safe be kept,
And truly yielded you: You're very welcome.



CYM BELI N E's Palace.

Enter Cloten, and two Lords.


AS there ever man had such luck! when I

kiss'd the Jack upon an up-cast, to be hit away! I had an hundred pound on't; and then a whoreson jack-an-apes must take me up for swearing, as if I borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure.

i Lord. What got hc by that? you have broke his pate with your

bowl. 2 Lord. If his wit had been like him that broke it, it would have rup all out,

(Afde. VOL. VIII.



Clot. When a gentleman is dispos'd to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oathis. Ha ? 2 Lord. No, my lord ; nor crop the ears of them.

{ Aside. Clot. Whoreson dog! I give him satisfaction ? 'would, he had been one of my

rank. 2 Lord. To have smelt like a fool.

[Afide. Clot. am not vext more at any thing in the earth,

-a pox on't! I had rather not be so noble as I am; they dare not fight with me, because of the Queen my mother; every Jack-llave hath his belly full of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that no body can match.

2 Lord, You are a cock, and a capon too: and you crow, cock, with your comb on.


[Aside. Clot. Say'st thou ?

2 Lord. It is not fit your lordship should undertake every companion, that you give offence to.

Clot. No, I know that; but it is fit I should commit offence to my inferiors.

Lord. Ay, it is fit for your lordship only.Clot. Why, fo I say.

i Lord. Did you hear of a stranger that's come to court to-night?

Clot. A stranger, and I not know on't ?

2 Lord. He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it not.

[Afide. i lord. There's an Italian come, and, 'tis thought, one of Leonatus's friends.

Clot. Leonatus! a banith'd rascal: and he's another, whosoever he be. Who told you of this stranger ?

i Lord. One of your lordship's pages.

Clot. Is it fit I went to look upon him? is there no derogation in't?

2 Lord. You cannot derogate, my lord. Clot. Not eally, I think.

2 Lord. You are a fool granted, therefore your illues being foolish do not derogate.



Clot. Come, I'll go see this Italian : what I have loft to-day at bowls, I'll win to-night of him. Come; go.

2 Lord. I'll attend your lordship. [Exit Clot.
That such a crafty devil as his mother,
Should yield the world this ass !--a woman, that
Bears all down with her brain; and this her son
Cannot take two from twenty for his heart,
And leave eighteen.-Alas, Poor Princess,
Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'st!
Betwixt a father by thy step-dame govern'd,
A mother hourly coining plots; a wooer,
More hateful than the foul expulfion is
Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act
Of the divorce Hell-made. The heav'ns hold firm
The walls of thy dear Honour; keep unshak'd
That Temple, thy fair Mind; that thou may'lt stand
T' enjoy thy banilh'd lord, and this great land!


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Changes to a magnificent Bed-chamber ; in one part of

it a large trunk.
Imogen is discover'd reading in her bed, a Lady at-

. HO's there ? my woman Helen?

Lady. Please you, Madam---
Imo. What hour is it?
Lady. Almost midnight, Madam.
Imo. I have read three hours then, mine eyes are

Fold down the leaf where I have left; to bed-
Take not away the taper, leave it burning :
And if thou canst awake by four o'th' clock,
I pr’ythee, call me--leep hath seized me wholly.

[Exit Lady

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To your prote&ion I commend me, Gods;
From Fairies, and the Tempters of the night,
Guard me, 'beseech ye.


{Iachimo rises from the trunk. Iach. The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd

Repairs itself by rest : our Tarquin thus
Did softly press the rushes, ere he waken'd
The chastity lie wounded. Cytherea,
How bravely thou becom'st thy bed! fresh lily,
And whiter than the sheets! that I might touch,
But kiss, one kiss—rubies unparagon'd,
How dearly they do't !—'tis her breathing, that
Perfumes the chamber thus: the fiame o'th' taper
Bows tow'rd her, and would under-peep her lids,
To see th' inclosed light, now canopy'd
Under these windows: white witb azure lac'd,
The blue of heav'n's own tinct“But my design's
To note the chamber-I will write all down,
Such, and fuch, picures--there, the window,-fuch
Th' adornment of her bed--the arras, figures
Why, such, and such—and the contents o'th' ftory-
Ah, but some nat'ral notes about her body,
Above ten thousand meaner moveables,
Would teftify, t'enrich my inventory.
O Sleep, thou ape of Death, lie dull upon her!
And be her sense but as a monument,
Thus in a chapel lying !--Come off, come off,

(Taking off her bracelet.
As slipp'ry, as the Gordian knot was hard.-
'Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly,
As strongly as the conscience do's within,
To th' madding of her lord. On her left breast
A mole cinque. Ipotted, like the crimson drops

-white and azure, lac'd
With blue of heaven's own tinit.] We should read,

-whice with azure lacid,
The blue of heaven's own tincl.


I'th' bottom of a cowslip. Here's a voucher,
Stronger than ever law could make: this secret
Will force him think, I've pick'd the lock; and ta'en
The treasure of her honour. No more to what end?
Why should I write this down, that's rivetted,
Screwd to my mem'ry? She hath been reading, late,
The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd down,
Where Philomel gave up I have enough.-
To th' trunk again, and shut the spring of it.
Swift, swift, you Dragons of the night! that.dawning
May bear the raven's eye: I lodge in fear,
Though this a heav'nly ángel, hell is here.[Clock strikes.
One, two, three : time, time!

(Goes into the trunk, the Scene closes. S CE N E III.

Changes to another part of the Palace, facing Imogen's


Enter Cloten, and Lords. i Lord. VOUR lordship is the most patient man in

loss, the coldest that ever turn'd up ace. Clot. It would make any man cold to lose.

i Lord. But not every man patient, after the noble temper of your lordship; you are most hot, and furious, when


win. Clot. Winning will put any man into courage : If I could get this foolish Imogen, I should have gold enough: It's almost morning, is't not ?

i Lord. Day, my lord.

Clot. I would, this music would come: I am advis'd to give her mufic o'mornings; they say, it will penetrate.

Enter Musicians. Come on, tune;

if you can penetrate her with your fingering, so; we'll try with iongue too; if none will

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