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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.

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

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[Excunt.

ACT II. SCENE 1.

CYMBELINE's Palace. Enter CLOTEN, and two Lords.

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 borrow'd

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? 12 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 !

[Aside.

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 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.

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2 Lord. You are a cock and a capon too; and you crow, cock, with your comb on.

Clot. Sayest thou?

[Aside.

1 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. 30 Clot. Why, so I say.

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

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Clot.

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 another, whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger?

1 Lord. One of your lordship's pages.

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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.

2 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.

2 Lord. I'll attend your lordship.

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[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

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Of

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. 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.

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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!

[Sleeps.

[IACHIMO, from the Trunk.

lach. The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd

sense

Repairs itself by rest: Our Tarquin thus

Did softly press the rushes, ere he waken'd

Dij

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The

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!-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
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

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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 l.

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-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
I' the bottom of a cowslip: Here's a voucher,
Stronger than ever law could make: this secret

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