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Guard me, beseech ye! [Sleeps. IACH. 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 rusheş, ère 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 tinct.-But my design? To note the chamber:-I will write all down :Such, and such, pictures ;-There the window :-Such 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 !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 l' the bottom of a cowslip: Here's a voucher, Stronger than ever law could make: this secret Will force him think I have pick'd the lock, and ta'en The treasure of her honour. No more. -To what end? Why should I write this down, that's rivetted, 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;
[Goes into the Trunk. The Scene closes.
Enter Cloten ani Lords. I 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.
i 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 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.
And Phæbus 'gins arise,
On chalic'd flowers that lies ;
To ope their golden eyes ;
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 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 majesty, and to my gracious mother.
Cym. Attend you here the door of our stern daughter? Will she not forth?
Clo. I have assail'd her with musick, but she vouchsafes no notice.
Cym. The exile of her minion is too new;
You are most bound to the king;
Senseless? not so.
A worthy fellow,
Attend the queen, and us; we shall have need
[Exeunt Cym. Queen, Lords, and Mess. Clo. If she be up, I'll speak with her; 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 '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 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?
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. C'lo. 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. Clo.
Still, I swear, I 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.
This is no answer.
Clo. To leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin : I will not.
Imo. Fools are not mad folks.
Do you call me fool?
you 'll be patient, I'll no more be mad;
You sin against