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Will force him think I have pick'd the lock, and

ta'en

The treasure of her honour, No more.-To what

end?

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

Another Room in the Palace. Enter CLOTEN, and Two Lords.

1 Lord. Your lordship is the most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turn'd up ace. 121 Clot. 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.

Clot. Winning will put any man into courage: If I

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could get this foolish Imogen, I should have gold enough: It's almost morning, is't not?

1 Lord. Day, my lord.

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Clot. I would this musick would come: I am advis'd to give her musick o' mornings; they say, it will pe

netrate.

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 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!

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So, get you gone: If this penetrate, I will consider your musick 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

Enter CYMBELINE, and Queen.

2 Lord. Here comes the king.

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Clot. 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 daughter?

Will she not forth?

Clot. I have assail'd her with musicks, 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 inspir'd 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.

Clot. Senseless? not so.

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Enter

Enter a Messenger.

Mes. So like you, sir, ambassadors from Rome;

The one is Caius Lucius.

Cym. A worthy fellow,

Albeit he comes on angry purpose now;

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According to the honour of his sender;

And towards himself, his goodness forespent 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
[Exeunt.
Clot. If she be up, I'll speak with her; if not,
Let her lie still, and dream. By your leave, ho!—

queen.

[Knocks.

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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 o' 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.

[Knocks.

Enter

Enter a Lady.

Lady. Who's there, that knocks ?

Clot. A gentleman.

Lady. No more?

Clot. Yes, and a gentlewoman's son.

Lady. That's more

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Than some, whose tailors are as dear as your's,
Can justly boast of: What's your lordship's pleasure?
Clot. Your lady's person: Is she ready?

Lady. Ay, to keep her chamber.

Clot. There's gold for you; sell me your good re

port.

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

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Enter IMOGEN.

Clot. Good-morrow, fairest sister:

Your sweet

hand.

Imo. Good-morrow, sir: You lay out too much

pains

For purchasing but trouble: the thanks I give,

Is telling you that I am poor of thanks,

And scarce can spare them.

Clot. Still, I swear, I love you.

Imo. If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me: If you swear still, your recompence is still

That I regard it not.

Clot. This is no answer.

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