To have them in fafe ftowage may it it pleafe you Imo. Willingly; And pawn mine honour for their fafety. Since Iach. They are in a trunk, Attended by my men: I will make bold 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 Imo. I will write : Send your trunk to me, And truly yielded you. it shall safe be kept, 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 - 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; 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, Perfumes the chamber thus: the flame o' th' taper Under thofe windows: white with azure lac'd, Such and fuch pictures there, the window,-fuch Why, fuch, and fuch-and the contents of th' story- O Sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her! Come off, come off.- 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, His feeds to water at thofe fprings On chalic'd flowers that lies * And winking Mary-buds, begin With To ope their golden eyes, 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. |