To have them in fafe ftowage may it it pleafe you
To take them in protection?

Imo. Willingly;

And pawn mine honour for their fafety. Since
My Lord hath int'reft in them, I will keep them
In my bed-chamber.

Iach. They are in a trunk,

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

Imo. O no, no..

Iach. Yes, I beseech you: or I fhall fhort my word,

By length'ning my return.

From Gallia

I crofs'd the feas on purpofe, and on promise.

To fee your Grace.

Iach. I thank you for your pains;

But not away to-morrow?

lach. O Imuft, Madam.

Therefore I fhall befeech you, if you please
To greet your Lord with writing, do't to-night..
I have outstood my time, which is material
To the tender of our present.

Imo. I will write : Send your trunk to me, And truly yielded you.

it shall safe be kept,
You're very welcome.

A CT II.

[Exeunt

SCENE K

Glot:

W

Cymbeline's palace.

Enter Cloten and two Lords.

A S there ever man had fuch luck! when I kits'd the jack upon an up-cast, to be hit away! I had an hundred pound on't; and then a whorefon jack-an apes mult take me up for iwearing, as if I borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not fpend them at my pleasure.

I Lord. What got he by that? you have broke his pate with your bowl.

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

[Afide.

Clot. When a gentleman is difpos'd to fwear, it is not for any ftanders-by to curtail his oaths. Ha?

2 Lord. No, my Lord; nor crop the ears of them. [Afide. Clot. Whorefon dog! I give him fatisfaction ? 'would he had been one of my rank.

[Afide.

2 Lord. To have smelt like a fool. Clot. I am not vex'd more at any thing in the earth,a pox on't! I had rather not be fo noble as I am; they dare not fight with me, becaufe of the Queen my mother; every jack-flave 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. [Afide.

Clot. Say't 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 fhould commit offence to my inferiors.

2 Lord Ay, it is fit for your Lordfhip only

Glot. Why, fo I say.

1 Lord Did you hear of a stranger that's come to court to night?

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

2 Lord. He's a ftrange 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 banish'd rascal; and he's another, whatfoever he be. Who told you of this stranger?

1 Lord. One of your Lordship's pagès.

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

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

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

your iffues

[Afide. Clot, Come, I'll go fee this Italian: what I have loft to day at bowls, I'll win to-night of him. 2 Lord. I'll attend your Lordship. That fuch a crafty devil as his mother,

Come: go. [Exit Clot.

Should yield the world this afs !

a woman that
Bears all down with her brain; and this her fon
Cannot take two from twenty for his heart,
And leave eighteen.

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Alas, poor Princefs, Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'st! Betwixt a father by thy ftepdame 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 ft ftand T' enjoy thy banifh'd Lord, and this great land! [Exeunt

Changes to a magnificent bed chamber; in one part of it a large trunk.

Imogen is difcover'd reading in her bed, a Lady attending.

Imo. Who'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 weak, Fold down the leaf where I have left; to bed. Take not away the taper, leave it burning : And if thou canft awake by four o' th' clock,

I pr'ythee, call me--fleep hath feiz'd me wholly.

To your protection I commend me, gods;
From fairies, and the tempters of the night,

Guard me, 'beseech ye.

[Exit Lady.

[Sleeps.

[lachimo rifes from the trunk..

Iach. The crickets fing, and man's o'er-labour'd fenfe

Repairs itself by rest: our Tarquin thus

Did foftly prefs the rushes, ere he waken'd

The chastity he wounded. Cytherea,

How bravely thou becom'ft thy bed! fresh lily,
And whiter than the fheets! that I might touch,
But kifs, one kifs-rubies unparagon'd
How dearly they do't! 'tis her breathing that

Perfumes the chamber thus: the flame o' th' taper
Bows tow'rd her, and would under-peep her lids,
To fee th' inclofed light, now canopy'd

Under thofe windows: white with azure lac'd,
The blue of heav'n's own tinct-But my defign's
To note the chamber I will write all down,

Such and fuch pictures there, the window,-fuch
Th' adornment of her bed-the arras, figures

Why, fuch, and fuch-and the contents of th' story-
Ah, but fome natʼral notes about her body,
Above ten thousand meaner moveables,
Would teftify, t' inrich my inventory.

O Sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her!
And be her fenfe but as a monument,
Thus in a chapel lying! ·

Come off, come off.-
[Taking off her bracelet.
As flipp'ry, as the Gordian knot was hard.-
'Tis mine; and this will witnefs outwardly,
As ftrongly as the confcience does within,
To th' madding of her Lord. On her left breaft
A mole cinque fpotted, like the crimson drops
I' th' bottom of a cowflip. Here's a voucher,
Stronger than ever law could make: this fecret
Will force him think I've pick'd the lock, and ta'en
The treasure of her honour. No more-to what end?
Why fhould I write this down, that's rivetted,
Screw'd to my mem'ry? She hath been reading, late,
The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd down
Where Philomele gave up-1 have enough..
To th' trunk again, and fhut the fpring of it.
Swift, fwift, you dragons of the night! that dawning
May bear the raven's eye*: I lodge in fear,

Though this a heav'nly angel, hell is here. [Glock ftrikes. One, two, three: time, time!

[Goes into the trunk, the fcene closes.

The raven's eye is remarkably large and grey.

Changes to another part of the palace facing Imogen's apart.

ments.

Enter Cloten, and Lords.

1 Lord. Your Lordship is the most patient man in: lofs, the coldest that ever turn'd up ace.

Clot. It would make any man cold to lofe.

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

Clot. Winning will put any man into courage: if I could get this foolish Imogen, I fhou'd have gold enough. 'Tis almost morning, is't not?

I Lord. Day, my Lord.

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

:

Come on, tune; if you can penetrate her with your fingering, fo; we'll try with tongue too: if none will do, let her remain but I'll never give o'er. First, a very excellent good conceited thing; after, a wonderful fweet air, with admirable rich words to it; and then let her confider.

Hark, bark! the lark at heav'n's gate fings,
And Phebus'gins arife,

His feeds to water at thofe fprings

On chalic'd flowers that lies *

And winking Mary-buds, begin

With

To ope their golden eyes,
every thing that pretty bin:
My Lady feet, arife:
Arife, arife.

So, get you gone- -if this penetrate, I will confider your mufic the better: if it do not, it is a vice in her

* i. e. the morning-fun dries up the dew which lies in the cups of Aowers.