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The best feather of our wing) have mingled sums,
Which I, the factor for the rest, have done
In France: 'Tis plate, of rare device; and jewels,
And pawn my honour for their safety: since
They are in a trunk,
Attended by my men: I will make bold
To send them to you, only for this night;
I must aboard to-morrow.
Iach. 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.
I thank you for your pains;
But not away to-morrow?
O, I must, madam :
I will write.
Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept,
And truly yielded you: You are very welcome. [Exeunt.
ACT II.....SCENE I.
Court before Cymbeline's Palace.
Enter CLOTEN, and Two Lords.
Clo. Was there ever man had 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 have 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 dogI give him satisfaction? 'Would, he had been one of my rank!
2 Lord. To have smelt like a fool.
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 no body 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
[Aside. 1 Lord. There's an Italian come; and, 'tis thought, one of Leonatus' friends.
Clo. Leonatus! a banished 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 na derogation in 't?
1 Lord. You cannot derogate, my lord.
Clo. Not easily, I think.
2 Lord. You are a fool granted; therefore your issues 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 him. Come, go. 2 Lord. I'll attend your lordship.
[Exeunt CLO. and first Lord.
Of the divorce he 'd make! The heavens hold firm
That temple, thy fair mind; that thou may'st stand,
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?
Imo. What hour is it?
Please you, madam.
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;
To your protection I commend me, gods!
Guard me, beseech ye! [Sleeps. IACH. from the Trunk,
Did softly press the rushes, ère he waken'd
How bravely thou becom'st thy bed! fresh lily!
How dearly they do 't!-'Tis her breathing that
As slippery, as the Gordian knot was hard!-
Why should I write this down, that 's rivetted,
Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading late
May bare the raven's eye: I lodge in fear;
Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here. [Clock strikes. One, two, three,-Time, time!
[Goes into the Trunk. The Scene closes.
An Ante-Chamber adjoining Imogen's Apartment.
1 Lord. Your Lordship is the most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace.
Clo. 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.
Clo. Winning will put any man into courage: If 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 musick would come: I am advised to give her musick o' mornings; they say, it will pene
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.
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phabus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes ;
With every thing that pretty bin;