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temper of your lordship; You are most hot, and furious, when you win.

Clo. Winning would put any man into courage : Jf I could get this foolish Imogen, I should have gold enough: It's almost morning, is't not?

1 Lord. Day, my lord.

Clo: I would this music would come: I am advised to give her music o’mornings; they say it will penetrate.

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 Phæbus '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. So, get you gone: If this penetrate, I will consider your music the better: if it do pot, 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 CYMBELINE and QUEEN. 2 Lord. Here comes the king.

Clo. 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 inajesty, and to my gracious another.

Cym. Attend you here the door of our stern daughter? Will she not forth?

Clo. I have assailed her with music, 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 yours.
Queen.

You are most bound to the king;
Who lets go by no vantages, that may
Prefer yon to his daughter: Frame yourself
To orderly solicits; and be friended
With aptñess of the season : make denials
Increase your sert

es: 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.
Clo.

Senseless? not so.

Enter a Messenger.
Mess. So like you, sir, embassadors from Roine;
The one is Caius Lucius.
Сут. .

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 sender;
And towards himself his goodness forespent on us
We must extend our notice.--Qur 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 queen.

[Exeunt Cym. Queen, Lords, and Mess. Clo. If she be up, I'll speak with ber; if not, Let her lie still, and dream.-By your leave, ho!

[Knocks. 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 of the stealer; and 'lis 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 a Lady. Lady. Who's there, that knocks? Clo.

A gentleman. Lady:

No more? Clo. Yes, and a gentlewoman's son. Lady.

That's more
Than some, whose tailors are as dear as yours,
Can justly boast of: What's your lordship’s pleasure:

Clo. Your lady's person: Is she ready
Lady.

Ay,
To keep her chamber.

Clo. There's gold for you; sell me your good report,

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

Enter IMOGEN. Clo. Good morrow, fairest sister: Your sweet hand.

Imo. Good morrow, sir: You lay out too much pains For purchasing bnt trouble: the thanks I give, Is telling you that I am poor of thanks, And scarce can spare them. Clo.

Still, I swear, I love you. Imo. If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me: If you swear still, your recompense is still That I regard it not. Clo.

This is no answer. Imo. But that you shall not say I yield, being silent, I would not speak. I pray you, spare me: i'faith, I shall unfold equal discourtesy To your best kindness; one of your great knowing Should learn, being taught, forbearance.

Clo. To leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin : I will not.

Imo. Fools are not mad folks.

Clo.

Do you call me fool? Imo. As I am mad, I do: If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad; That cures us both. I am much sorry, sir, You put me to forget a lady's manners, By being so verbal: and learn now, for all, That I, which know my heart, do here pronounce, By the very truth of it, I care not for you; And am so near the lack of charity (To accuse myself), I hate you : which I had rather You felt, than make't my boast. Clo.

You sin against
Obedience, which you owe your father. For
The contract you pretend with that base wretch,
(One, bred of alms, and foster'd with cold dishes,
With scraps o'the court, it is no contract, none:
And though it be allow'd in meaner parties,
(Yet who, than he, more mean?) to knit their souls
On whom there is no more dependency
But brats and beggary) in self-figer'd knot;
Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by
The consequence o'the crown; and must not soil
The precious note of it with a base slave,
A hilding for a livery, a squire's cloth,
A pantler, not so eminent.
Imo.

Profane fellow!
Wert thou the son of Japiter, and no more,
But what thou art, besides, thou wert too base
To be his groom : thou wert dignified enough,
Even to the point of envy, if 'twere inade
Comparative for your virtues, to be styld
The under-hangman of his kingdom; and hated
For being preferr'd so well.
Clo.

The south-fog rot bim!
Imo. He never can meet more mischance, than come
To be but nam’d of thee. His meanest garment,
That ever hath but clipp'd his body, is dearer,
In my respect, than all the bairs above thee,
Were they all made such inen.How now, Pisanio?

Enter PISANIO.
Clo. His garment? Now, the devil-
Imo. To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently :
Clo. His garment?
Imo.

I am sprighted with a fool;
Frighted, and anger'd worse :- Go, bid my woman
Search for a jewel, that too casually
Hath left mine arm; it was thy master's; 'shrew me,
If I would lose it for a revenue
Of any king's in Europe. I do think,
I saw't this morning : confident I am,
Last night 'twas on mine arm; I kiss'd it:
I hope, it be not gone, to tell my lord
That I kiss aught but he.
Pis.

'Twill not be lost. Imo. I hope so: go, and search, [Exit Pisanio. Clo.

You have abus'd me:-,
His meanest garment?
Imo.

Ay; I said so, sir.
If you will make't an action, call witness to't.
Člo. I will inform

your

father. Imo.

Your mother too : She's my good lady; and will conceive, I hope, But the worst of me. SoʻI leave you, sir, To the worst of discontent.

[Erit. Clo.

I'll be reveng'd :His meanest garment?-Well.

[Exit.

SCENE IV.
ROME. An Apartment in PHILARIO's House.

Enter PostHUMUS and PHILARIO,
Post. Fear it not, sir : I would, I were so sure
To win the king, as I am bold, her honour
Will remain hers.
Phi.

What means do you make to him?
Post. Not any; but abide the change of time;
Quake in the present winter's state, and wish
That warmer days would come: In these fear'd hopes,

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