You look on me: What wreck discern you in Thou wrong'st a gentleman, who is as far To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch, Whose every touch, would force the feeler's soul To the oath of loyalty; this object, which Imo. My lord, I fear, Has forgot Britain. Iach. And himself. Not I, Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce The beggary of his change; but 'tis your graces That, from my mutest couscience, to my tongue, Charms this report out. Imo. Let me hear no more. lach. O dearest soul! your cause doth strike my heart With pity, that doth make me sick. A lady partner'd With tomboys, ‡ hir'd with that self-exhibition Which your own coffers yield! with diseas'd Imo. Reveng'd! How should I be reveng'd? If this be true, Jach. Should he make me Live like Diana's priest, betwixt cold sheets; In your despite, upon your purse? Revenge it. Imo. What ho, Pisanio! Jach. Let me my service tender on your lips. Imo. Away -I do condemn mine ears, that have So long attended thee.-If thou wert honour able, From thy report, as thon from honour; aud Thee and the devil alike.-What ho, Pisanio !-- ness Her assur'd credit !-Blessed live you long! I have spoke this, to know if your affiance Imo. You make amends. Iach. He sits 'inongst men, like a descended god: He hath a kind of honour sets him off, 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, Of rich and exquisite form; their value's great; Imo. Willingly; And pawn mine honour for their safety: since My lord hath interest in them, I will keep them In my bed-chamber. Jack. They are in a trunk, Attended by my meu: I will make bold I must aboard to-morrów. Imo. O no, no. Iach. Yes, I beseech; or I shall short my Thou would'st have told this tale for virtue, notTherefore, I shall beseech you, if you please Imo. I will write. Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept, And truly yielded you: You are very welcome, [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I-Court before CYMBELINE'S Palace. Enter CLOTEN and two LORDS. Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act Of the divorce he'd make! The heavens hold firm The walls of thy dear honour; keep unshak'd That temple, thy fair mind; that thou may'st stand, To enjoy thy banish'd lord, and this great land! [Exit. SCENE II.-A Bed-chamber; in one part of it a Trunk. Clo. Was there ever man had such luck! IMOGEN reading in her Bed; a LADY attendwhen I kissed the jack upon an up-cast, to be hit away! I had a hundred pound on't: And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend them at my plea sure. 1 Lord. What got he 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 ran all out. [Aside. Clo. 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 [Aside.] crop the ears of them. Clo. Whoreson dog! I give him satisfaction! 'Would he had been one of my rank! [Aside. 2 Lord. To have smelt like a fool. Clo. I am not more vexed at any thing in the earth,-A pox on't! I bad rather not be so noble as I am; they dare not fight with me, because of the queen my mother: every jackslave hath his belly full of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that nobody can match. Clo. 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. Clo. Why, so I say. 1 Lord. Did you hear of a stranger that's come to court to-night? Clo. A stranger! and I know not on't! 2 Lord. He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it not. [Aside. 1 Lord. There's an Italian come; and, 'tis thought, one of Leonatus' friends. Clo. Leonatus! a banished rascal and he's another, whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger? 1 Lord. One of your lordship's pages. Clo. Is it fit I went to look upon him? Is there no derogation in't? 1 Lord. You cannot derogate, my lord. Clo. Not easily, I think. 2 Lord. You are a fool granted; therefore your issues being foolish, do not derogate. [Aside. Clo. Come, I'll go see this Italian: What I have lost to-day at bowls, I'll win to night of him. Come, go. 2 Lord. I'll attend your lordship. [Exeunt CLOTEN and first LORD. That such a crafty devil as is 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 hatfeful than the foul expulsion is He is describing his fate at bowls, the jack is the smell bowl at which the others are aimed. Fellow. 1 Degrade yourself. ing, Imo. Who's there? my woman Helen ? 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: To your protection I commend me, gods! [Sleeps. IACHIMO, from the Trunk. Iach. The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd sense Repairs itself by rest: Our Tarquin thus But kiss; one kiss!-Rubies unparagon'd, Bows toward her; and would under-peep her lids, To see the enclosed lights, now canopied To note the chamber:-J will write all down :- dow :-Such The adornment of her bed ;-The arras, figures, [story,Why, such and such:-And the contents o'the Ab, but some natural notes about her body, Above ten thousand meaner moveables Would testify, to enrich mine 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 slippery, as the Gordian knot was hard! 'Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly, As strongly as the conscience does within, To the madding of her lord. On her left breast A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops 'the bottom of a cowslip: Here's a voucher, Stronger than ever law could make this se[ta'en Will force him think I have pick'd the lock, and The treasure of her honour. No more.-To cret Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here. [Clock strikes. One, two, three,-Time, time! * [Goes into the Trunk. The Scene closes. SCENE III.-An Antechamber adjoining IMOGEN'S Apartment. Enter CLOTEN and LORDS. 1 Lord. Your lordship is the nost patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace. Clo. It would make any man cold to lose. 1 Lord. But not every man patient, after the noble temper of your lordship; you are most hot and furious when you win. Clo. Winning would put any man into courage; If I could get this foolish Imogen, I should have gold enough: It's almost morning, is't not? 1 Lord. Day, my lord. Clo. I would this music would come: I am advised to give her music 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 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 sweet air, with admirable rich words to it,-and then let her consider. SONG. Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate And Phabus 'gins arise, [sings, His steeds to water at those springs And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes; With every thing that pretty bin; So, get you gone: If this penetrate, I will consider your music the better if it do not, it is a vice in her ears, which horse-hairs, and cats-guts, nor the voice of unpaved eunuch to boot, can never amend. [Exeunt MUSICIANS. Enter CYMBELINE and QUEEN. 2 Lord. Here comes the king. Clo. I am glad I was up so late; for that's the reason I was up so early: He cannot choose but take this service I have done, fatherly. Good morrow to your majesty, and to my gracious mother. Cym. Attend you here the door of our stern Will she not forth? [daughter? 'Clo. I have assailed her, with music, but she vouchsafes no notice. Cym. The exile of her minion is too new; She hath not yet forgot him; some more time Must wear the print of his remembrance out, And then she's your's. Queen. You are most bound to the king; Who lets go by no vantages, that may Prefer you to his daughter: Frame yourself To orderly solicits; and be friended With aptness of the season: make denials Increase your services: so seem, as if You were inspired to do those duties which You tender to her that you in all obey her, Save when command to your dismission tends, And therein you are senseless. Clo. Senseless? Not so. Enter a MESSENGER. Mess. So like you, Sir, ambassadors from Rome; The one is Caius Lucius. Imogen's maid has just told her mistress that it is twelve o'clock, so that three hours are dispatched 'a a twinkling! Will pay you more for it. With solicitations not only proper but well-timed. Cym. A worthy fellow, According to the honour of his sender; on us We must extend our notice.-Our dear son, When you have given good morning to your mistress, Attend the queen and us; we shall have need To employ you towards this Roman.-Come our queen. [Exeunt CYM. QUEEN, LORDS, and MESS. Clo. If she be up, I'll speak with her; if not, Let her lie still, and dream.-By your leave ho![Knocks. I know her women are about her; What Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up Which makes the true man kill'd, and saves the thief; Nay, sometime, hangs both thief and true man: Can it not do, and undo? I will make [Knocks. Than some, whose are tailors as dear as your's, Can justly boast of: What's your lordship's pleasure ? Clo. Your lady's person: Is she ready? To keep her chamber. Clo. There's gold for you: sell me your good report. Lady. How ! my good name? or to report of you What I shall think is good ?-The princess—— That I, which know my heart, do here pro nounce, By the very truth of it, I care not for you; And am so near the lack of charity, (To accuse myself) 1 hate you: which I rather You felt, than make't my boast. Clo. You sin against had Obedience, which you owe your father. For The contract you pretend with that base wretch, (One, bred of alms, and foster'd with cold dishes, With scraps o'the court,) it is no contract, none: And though it be allow'd in meaner parties, (Yet who, than he, more mean?) to knit their souls (On whom there is no more dependency But brats and beggary) in self-tigur'd knot ; * Imo. Profane fellow ! Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more Clo. The south-fog rot him! Imo. He never can meet more mischance, than come To be but nam'd of thee. His meanest garment, That ever hath but clipp'd his body, is dearer, In my respect, than all the hairs above thee, Were they all made such men.-How now, Pisanio? Search for a jewel, that too casually Post. Not any; but abide the change of time; Quake in the present winter's state, and wish That warmer days would come: In these fear'd hopes, I barely gratify your love; they failing, Phi. Your very goodness, and your company, He'll grant the tribute, send the arrearges, Post. I do believe, (Statist though I am none, nor like to be,) Post. I hope the briefness of your answer made The speediness of your return. Iach. Your lady Is one the fairest that I have look'd upon. beauty Look through a casement to allure false hearts, And be false with them. Iach. Here are letters for you. Post. Their tenour good, I trust. Phi. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court, Hath left mine arm; it was thy master's: When you were there; 'shrew me, If I would lose it for a revenue Of any king's in Europe. I do think, I saw't this morning: confident I am, Last night 'twas on my arm; I kiss'd it: I hope it be not gone, to tell my lord Pis. 'Twill not be lost. Imo. I hope so: go and search. Clo. You have abus'd me : His meanest garment? Imo. Ay; I said so, Sir. Iach. He was expected then, But not approach'd. Post. All is well yet. Sparkles this stone as it was wont? or is't not Too dull for your good wearing? Jach. If I have lost it, I should have lost the worth of it in gold. I'll make a journey twice as far to enjoy A second night of such sweet shortness, which [Exit Pis. Was mine in Britain; for the ring is won. Post. The stone's too hard to come by. Iach. Not a whit, If you will mak't an action, call witness to't. lo. I will inform your father. Imo. Your mother to: She's my good lady; and will conceive, I hope, To the worst of discontent. Clo. I'll be reveng'd:His meanest garment ?-Well. PHILARIO's House. [Exit. [Exit. SCENE. IV.-Rome-An Apartment in Enter POSTHUMUS and PHILARIO. Your lady being so easy. Post. Make not, Sir, Your loss your sport: I hope you know that we Must not continue friends. Iach. Good Sir, we must, If you keep covenant: Had I not brought Post. If you can make't apparent That you have tasted her in bed, my hand, Post. Fear it not, Sir; I would I were so And ring, is your's: If not, the foul opinion I will confirm with oath; which, I doubt not, You'll give me leave to spare, when you shall find You need it not. Post. Proceed. Iach. First, her bed-chamber, (Where, I confess, I slept not; but, profess, Had that was well worth watching,) It was hang'd With tapestry of silk and silver? the story Post. This is true; And this you might have beard of here, by me, Iach. More particulars Is south the chamber; and the chimney-piece, Post. This is a thing, Which you might from relation likewise reap; Being, as it is, much spoke of. Iach. The roof o'the chamber With golden cherubims is fretted: Her andirons. (I had forgot them,) were two winking Cupids Of silver, each on one foot standing, nicely Depending on their brauds. ↑ Post. This is her honour !— Let it be granted, you have seen all this, (and praise Be given to your remembrance,) the description Iach. Then if you can, [Pulling out the Bracelet. Be pale; I beg but leave to air this jewel: See 1 And now 'tis up again: It must be married Post. Jove ! Phi. Sir, be patient: This is not strong enough to be believ'd Of one persuaded well of Post. Never talk on't; She hath been colted by him. Iach. If you seek For further satisfying, under her breast (Worthy the pressing,) lies a mole, right protu Of that most delicate lodging: By my life, I kiss'd it; and it gave me present hunger To feed again, though full. You do remember This stain upon her? Post. Ay, and it doth confirm Another stain, as big as hell can hold, Iach. Will you hear more? Post. Spare your arithmetic: never count the Once, and a million ! Iach. I'll be sworn,- Post. No swearing. [turns; SCENE V.-The same.-Another Rvom in the same. Enter POSTHUMUS. Post. Is there no way for men to be, but women Must be half-workers? We are bastards all; Made me a counterfeit: Yet my mother seem'd ance! Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd, And pray'd me, oft, forbearance: did it with A pudency + so rosy, the sweet view on't Might well have warm'd old Saturn; that I thought her [devils!- As chaste as unsunn'd snow :-O all the Like a full-acorn'd boar, a German one, |