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

2 Lord. You are a fool granted, therefore your issues being foolish do not derogate. [Aside.

Clot. Coipe, I'll go see this Italian : what I have loft to-day at bowls, I'll win to-night of himn. Come ; go.

2 Lord. I'll attend your Lordlhip. [Exit Cloten.
That such a crafty devil'as his mother,
Should yield the world this ais-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, good Princess,
Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'at,
Betwixt a father by thy step-danie gorern'd,
A mother hourly coining plots a wooer,
More hateful than the soul expulsion is
Of thy dear iusband, than thai horrid act
Of ihe, divorce, he'd make..The heav'nis hold firm,
The walls of thy dear honour; keep unshak'd
Thar temple, thy fair mind; that thou may'st stand
T enjoy thy baniL'd Lord, and this great land!


Changes to a magnificent Bed-Chamber; in one

part of it a large trunk.
Linogen is discovered reading in her bed, a Lady

Inio. Who's there ? my woman Heler?
Lady. Pleafs you, Madan
imo. What hour is it?
Lady. Almolt midnight, Madam,
Inio. I have read three tours 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 canit awake by fuir o'i' clock,
Jprythee call me, Sleep ha:h feiz'd me wholly.



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To your protection I commend me, Gods;
From fairies, and the tempters of the night,
Guard me, beleech ye.

[lachimo rises from the trunk.
lach. The crickets Ting, and man's o'er-labour”/
Repairs itself by rest. Our Tarquin thus Tienie
Did softly press the ruflies *, ere he waken'd
The chality he wounded. Cytherea,
How bravely thou becom's thy bed! fresh lily,
And whiter than the sheets! that I might touch,
But kiss, one kiss rubies unparagon'd,
How dearly they do't !-'uis her breathing that
Perfunies the chamber thus: the flaine o' th' taper
Bows tow'rd her, and would under-peep her lids,
To see thi’ inclosed light, now canopy'd
Under these windows : white and azure ! lac'd
With blue of heav'n's own tinet.-But my design's
To note the chamber-I will write all down,
Sach and such pictures—there, the window,--such
Th’ adornment of her bed-the arras, figures
Why, flich and such-and the contents o'th’itory-
Ah, but some nat'ral notes about' lier body,
Above ten thousand meaner moveables,
Would testify, t'enrich my inventory.,
O Sleep, thou ape of death, ly 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 nippry as the Gordian knot was hard.
'Tis inine; and this will witness outwardly,
As strongly as the conscience does within,
To il' madding of her lord. On her left breast
A mole cinque-spoited, like the crimson drops
1'.th’ bottom of a cowslip. 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 :


* It was the custom, in the time of our author, to strew chambers with rushes, as we now cover them with carpets. Johnfor,

Why thould I write this down that's rivetted,
Screw'd to my mein'ry? She hath been reading, late,

The tale of Tereus ; here the leaf's jurn'd down,.
Where Philomel gave up-I have enough :
To th' trunk again, and shut the spring of it.
Swift, swift, you dragons of the night! that dawa
May bare its raven eves : I lodge in fear; [ning
Though this a heav'nly angel, hell is here.

[Clock firikes. One, two, three: time, time!

[Goes into the trunk, the Scene clofesor

S CE N E III. Changes to another part of the Palace, facing

Imogen's Apartments.

Enter Cloten and Lords.

i Lord. Your Lordship is the most patient man in loss, the coldest that ever turn'd up ace.

Clot. It would make any man cold to lose.

i Lord. But not every man patient, after the ncble 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 foolisli Imogen, I thould have gold enough. It's almost morning, is't not ?.

i Lord. Day, my Lord,

Clot. I would this music would come : I'am advis'd to give her music o' mornings; tbey say it will penetrate.

Enter Milficians. 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 sweet air with admirable rich words to it; and then let her confider.

Hark, hark! the lark at heav?ri's gate sings,

And Phoebus 'gins drise,
His steeds it: water at those springs

Oir chalic'd flower's thit lyes *
Aid winking Mary-birds begin

To ope treir golden eyes ;
With every thing that pretty bing -
My lady (weel, arise:

Arise, arise.
So, get you gone.

-If this penetrate, I will consis der your inusic the better : if it do not, it is a vice in her ears, which horse-hairs, and cats-guis, nor the voice of unpaved eunuch to booi, can never annend,

[Exeunt Ivüsiv innst Enter Queen and Cymbeline. 2 Lord. Here comes the King:

Glot. I'am glad I was up so late, for that's the realon I was up so early: he cannot chuse but takes this service I have done fatherly. Good morrow to your Majelty, and to my gracious mother.

Cyn!. Attend you here the door of our ftern daughWill she not forth ?.

[ter? Clot. I have affail'd her with mafies, but the vouchfafes io notice.

Cym. The exile of her minion is too new,
She hath not vet forgot him ; some more time
Muft wear the print of his remembrance out,
And then Mhe's yours.

. You are inost bound to th’ King,
Who lets go by no vantages that may
Prefer you to his daughter. Frame yourself
To orderly follicits, and be friended
With aptness of the season ; make denials
Encrease your services; so seem as if
You were inspir'd to do those duties which

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i, the morning sun dries up the dew which lyes in the cups of flowers. Warburton.

You tender to her: that you in all obey her,
Save when coinmand to your disnillion tends,
And verein you are ferieleis.
Clot. Senieless? not fo.

Enter a Messenger.
Mef. So like you, Sir, ambassadors from Rome;
The one is Caius Lucius.

C311. A worthy fellow, Albeit he comes on angry purpose now: But that's no fault of his; we must receive him According to the honour of his fender; And towards himself, his goodness forespent opust, We must extend our notice.-Qur dear fon, When you have giv'n good morning to your mistress, Attend the Queen and us; we shall have need T' employ you towards this Roman. Come, our Queen.

[Exeunt. S CE N'E

IV. Clot. If the be up, I'll speak with her; if not, Let her ly still, and dream. By your leave, ho !

[Knocks. I know her women are about her. What If I do line one of iheir hands ? 'Tis gold Which buys admittance, oft it doth; yea, makes Diana's rangers falle theniselves. yield up Their deer to th’Itand o'ih' stealer : and 'tis gold Which makes the true man kill'd, and saves the thief; Nay, sometimes, hangs both thief and true man. Can it not do and undo? I will inake [What One of her women lawyer to me, for I yet 110t understand tlie cafe mytelf. By your leave

[Knocks Enter a Lady. Lady. Who's there, that knocks? Clot. A Gentleman. Lady. No more?

\ i. e. the good offices done by him to vs heretofore.


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