1 Lord. There's an Italian come, and 'tis thought, one of Leonatus' friends.

Cloten. 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.

Cloten. Is it fit, I went to look upon him? Is there no derogation in it?

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

Come, I'll go see this Italian; and if he'll play,
I'll game with him; and to-morrow, with our
Father, we'll hear the ambassador-Come, let's go.
1 Lord. I attend your lordship.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

A Bed-chamber.-In one part of it a Trunk.

IMOGEN reading in her Bed.-HELEN attending.

Imog. Who's there? my woman Helen?

Helen. Please you, madam,—

Imog. What hour is it?

Helen, Almost midnight, madam.

Imog. 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' the clock,
I pr'ythee, call me. Sleep hath seiz'd me wholly.

[Exit HELEN.

To your protection I commend me, gods!
From fairies, and the tempters of the night,
Guard me, 'beseech you!

[Sleeps.

IACHIMO comes out of the Trunk.

Iach. The crickets sing, and man's o'erlabour'd

sense

Repairs itself by rest: Our Tarquin thus
Did softly press the rushes, ere he waken'd
The chastity he wounded.-Cytherea,

How bravely thou becom'st thy bed! fresh lily!
And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch!
But kiss; one kiss!

"Tis her breathing that

Perfumes the chamber thus: The flame o' the taper
Bows towards her; and would under-peep her lids,
To see the enclosed lights, now canopy'd

Under these windows: White and azure, lac'd
With blue of heaven's own tinct.-But my design?
To note the chamber:-I will write all down:-
Such, and such, pictures:-There the window:-
such

The adornment of her bed ;-The arras, figures,
Why, such, and such:-And the contents o' the
story,-

Ah, 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 Gordion 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
I' the bottom of a cowslip: Here's a voucher,
Stronger than ever law could make.

To what end?

Why should I write this down, that's riveted,

5

Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading late
The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd down,
Where Philomel gave up. I have enough:
To the trunk again, and shut the spring of it.
Swift, swift, you dragons of the night! that dawning
May bare the raven's eye: I lodge in fear;
Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here.

One, two, three:-Time, time!

[Clock strikes.

[Goes into the Trunk.-The Scene closes.

SCENE IV.

CYMBELINE'S Palace.

Enter CLOTEN and the Two LORDS.

1 Lord. Your lordship is the most patient man in loss, the coldest that ever turned up ace.

Cloten. 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.

Cloten. 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?

2 Lord. Day, my lord.

Cloten. I would the maskers and musicians were come; I am advised to give her music o' mornings; they say, it will penetrate.

[A Flourish of Music within. 1 Lord. Here they are, my lord. Cloten. Come, let's join them.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V.

An Antechamber to IMOGEN's Apartment.

Enter CLOTEN, the Two LORDS, MUSICIANS, as MASKERS.

Cloten. Come on, tune 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 sings,
And Phabus 'gins arise,

His steeds to water at those springs
On chalic'd flowers that lies;

And winking Mary-buds begin

To ope their golden eyes;

With every thing that pretty bin;
My lady sweet arise;
Arise, arise.

Cloten. 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 eunuch to boot, can never amend. Come, now to our dancing.

Enter DANCERS.

And if she is immoveable with this, she is an immoveable princess, and not worth my notice.

A Dance of MASKERS.

Cloten. Leave us to ourselves. [Exeunt LORDS, &c. 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,
If I do line one of their hands? 'Tis gold
Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and makes
Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up

Their deer to the stand of the stealer: and 'tis gold
Which makes the true man kill'd, and saves the thief;
Nay, sometime, hangs both thief and true man:-

What

Can it not do and undo? I will make
One of her women lawyer to me; for
I yet not understand the case myself.
By your leave.

Enter HELEN.

Helen. Who's there, that knocks?

Cloten. A gentleman.

Helen. No more?

Cloten. Yes, and a gentlewoman's son.

Helen. That's more

[Knocks.

Than some, whose tailors are as dear as yours,

Can justly boast of: what's your lordship's pleasure? Cloten. Your lady's person: Is she ready?

Helen. Ay, to keep her chamber.

Cloten. There's gold for you; sell me your good report.

Helen. How? my good name? or to report of you What I shall think is good? The princess

Enter IMOGEN.

Cloten. Good morrow, fairest sister: Your sweet

hand.

[Exit HELEN.