Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye, That mount the Capitol; join gripes with hands That all the plagues of hell should at one time Imog. My lord, I fear, Iach. And himself. Not I, Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce The beggary of his change; but 'tis your graces Imog. Let me hear no more. Iach. A lady So fair, and fasten'd to an empery, Would make the greatest king double! to be part ner'd With tomboys, hir'd with that self-exhibition, Be reveng'd; Or she, that bore you, was no queen, and you Imog. Reveng'd! How should I be reveng'd? If this be true,- Iach. Should he make me Live like Diana's priest, betwixt cold sheets; I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure; D Imog. What ho, Pisanio! Iach. Let me my service tender on your lips. Thee and the Devil alike:-What ho, Pisanio !- He hath a court He little cares for, and a daughter whom Country call'd his! and you, his mistress, only The truest manner'd, such a holy witch, That he enchants societies unto him; Imog. You make amends. Jach. He sits 'mongst men, like a descended god : He hath a kind of honour, sets him off, More than a mortal seeming, Be not angry, Made me to fan you thus; but the gods made you, 2 Unlike all others, chaffless. 'Pray, your pardon. Imog. All's well, sir: Take my pow'r i'the court for yours. Iach. My humble thanks.—I had almost forgot, Your lord; myself, and other noble friends, Imog. Pray, what is't? Iach. Some dozen Romans of us, and your lord, 'The best feather of our wing, have mingled sums, To buy a present for the emperor: Which I, the factor for the rest, have done In France: "Tis plate, of rare device; and jewels, Imog. Willingly: And pawn mine honour for their safety: since Iach. They are in a trunk, Attended by my men: I will make bold Imog. O no, no. Iach. Yes, I beseech, 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. Imog. I thank you for your pains; But not away to-morrow? Iach. O, I must, madam: Therefore I shall beseech you, if you please Imog. I will write. Send your trunk to me; it shall be safe kept, SCENE II. CYMBELINE'S Palace. [Exeunt. Enter CLOTEN and Two LORDS. Cloten. Was 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 jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed my oaths of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure. 1 Lord. What got he by that? You have broke his pate with your bowl. 2 Lord. [Aside.] If his wit had been like him that broke it, it would have run all out. Cloten. When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths: Ha? 2 Lord. No, my lord :-nor crop the ears of them. [Aside. Cloten. Whoreson dog!—I give him satisfaction? 'Would he had been one of my rank! A plague 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-slave hath his belly full of fighting, and I must go up and down, like a cock that no body can match. : 1 Lord. It is not fit, your lordship should undertake every companion that you give offence to, Cloten. No, I know that: but it is fit, I should commit offence to my inferiors. 2 Lord. Ay, it is fit for your lordship only. Cloten. Why, so I say. 2 Lord. Here comes the king. Enter CYMBELINE and QUEEN. Cloten. Good-night to your majesty, and gracious mother. Cym. Attend you here the door of our stern daugh ter? Will she not forth? Cloten. She vouchsafes no notice; but I will assail her before morning with mask and music. Cym. The exile of her minion is too new, She hath not yet forgot him; some more time Enter MESSENGER, and whispers the First LORD. Prefer you to his daughter. 1 Lord. So like you, sir, ambassadors from Rome; The one is Caius Lucius. Cym. A worthy fellow, Albeit he comes on angry purpose now; When you have given good morning to your mistress, Betimes to-morrow we'll hear th' embassy. Come, madam. [Exeunt CYMBELINE and QUEEN. 1 Lord. Did you hear of another stranger, that's come to court to-night? Cloten. Another stranger, and I not know on't? 2 Lord. He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it not. [Aside. |