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Imo. All's well, sir:Take my poweri'the court for yours. lach. My humble thanks. I had almost forgot To entreat your grace but in a small request, And yet of moment too, for it concerns Your Jord; myself, and other noble friends, Are partners in the business. Imo.
Pray, what is't?
They are in a trunk,
0, no, no.
Í thank you for your pains;
0, I must, madam;
I will write.
[Exeunt. SCENE I. Court before CYMBELINE's Palace,
Enter CLOTEN and two Lords. Clo. Was there ever man bad such luck! when I kissed the jack upon an up-cast, to be hit away! I had a hundred pound on’t: And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed 'mine 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 bave run all out.
[Aside. Clo. When a gentleman is disposed to 'swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths: Ha?
2 Lord. No, my lord; nor [Aside] crop the ears of them.
Clo. Whoreson dog!- I give him satisfaction?'Would, he had been one of my rank! 2 Lord. To have smelt like a fool.
[Aside. Clo. I am not more vexed 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 nobody can match.
2 Lord. You are a cock and capon too; and you crow, cock, with your comb on.
[Aside. Clo. Sayest thou?
1 Lord. It is not fit, your lordship should undertake every companion that you give offence to.
clo 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. Clo. Why, so I say.
1 Lord. Did you hear of a stranger, that's come to court to-night?
Clo. 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.
Clo. Leonatus? a bauished rascal; 'and he's another, whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger?
1 Lord. One of your lordship’s pages.
Clo. Is it fit I went to look upon him? Is there no derogation in't?
1 Lord. You cannot derogate, my lord. Clo. Not easily, I think.
2 Lord. You are a fool granted ; therefore being foolish, do not derogate.
[Aside. Clo. Come, I'll go see this Italian: What I have lost to-day at bowls, I'll win to-night of hin. Come, go, 2 Lord. I'll attend your lordship:
(Excunt Cloten and first Lord.
Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'st!
your issues weak:
A mother hourly coining plots; a wooer,
Please you, madam. Imo. What hour is it? Lady.
Almost midnight, madam. Imo, 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 prythee, 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 ye!
(Sleeps. Iachimo, from the Trunk. Iach. 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 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 canopied Under these windows: White and azure, lac'd With blue of heaven's own linct-But my design?
To note the chamber : -I will write all down :-
[Taking off her Bracelet.
[Clock strikes. One, two, three,-Time, time!
[Goes into the Trunk. The Scene closes.
SCENE III. An Antechamber adjoining IMOGEN's Apartment.
Enter Cloten and Lords. 1 Lord. Your lordship is the most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turn'd up ace.
Clo. It would make any man cold to lose. 1 Lord. But not every man palient, after the noble