To send them to you, only for this night;
I must aboard to-morrow.

Imo. O, no, no.

lach. Yes, I beseech ; or I shall short my word, By length’ning my return. From Gallia I cross'd the seas on purpose, and on promise To see your grace.

Imo. I thank you for your pains ;
But not away to..morrow?

lach. O, I must madam :
Therefore I shall beseech you, if you please
To greet your lord with writing, do't to-night :
I have out-stood my time; which is material
To the tender of our present.

Imo. I will write.

trunk to me; it shall safe be kept, And truly yielded you : You are very welcome.



CYMBELINE's Palace. Enter Cloten, and two Lordse

Cloten. Was there ever man had such luck! when I kiss'd the jack upon an up-cast, to be hit away! I had an hundred pound on't: and then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I


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borrow'd my oaths of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure.

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 run all out.

[ Aside. Clot. When a gentleman is dispos'd to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths : Ha? 19 2 Lord. No, my lord ; nor crop the ears of them.

[ Aside. Clot. Whoreson dog !-I give him satisfaction ? 'Would, he had been one of my rank ! 2 Lord. To have smelt like a fool.

[Aside. Clot. I am not vex'd more at any thing in the earth -A pox on't! I had rather not be so noble as I am ; they dare not fight with me, because of the queen my mother: every jack-slave 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,

[ Aside. Clot. Sayest thou?

i 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 should commit offence to my inferiors.

2 Lord. Ay, it is fit for your lordship only.
Clot. Why, so I say.

i Lord. Did you hear of a stranger, that's come to court to-night,





Clot. A stranger! and I not know 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.

Clot. Leonatus! a banish'd rascal; and he's ano. ther, whatsoever he be. Who told you of this Stranger ?

41 1 Lord. One of your lordship's pages.

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

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

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

Clot. Come, I'll go see this Italian : What I have lost to-day at bowls, I'll win to-night of him. Come, go.

51 2 Lord. I'll attend your lordship.

[Exeunt CLOTEN, and first Lord. That such a crafty devil as 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 hateful than the foul expulsion is Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act



Of the divorce he'd make! The heavens hold firin
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 !



A Bed-Chamber; in one Part of it a Trunk. IMOGEN

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.

70 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 canst awake by four o'the clock,
I pr'ythee, call me. Sleep hath seiz'd me wholly.

[Exit Lady.
To your protection I commend me, gods!
From fairies, and the tempters of the night,
Guard me, beseech you !


(IACHIMO, from the Trunk. lach. The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd



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 I fresh lily!
And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch!
But kiss; one kiss !-Rubies unparagon'd,
How dearly they do't !—'Tis her breathing that
Perfumes the chamber thus : The flame o' the taper
Bows toward her; and would under-peep her lids,
To see the enclosed lights, now canopy'd
Under these windows : White and azure; lac'd - 90
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?

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,

100 Thus in a chapel lying I 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 l' the bottom of a cowslip : Here's a voucher, Stronger than ever law could make this secret

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