Attended by my men: I will make bold
To fend them to you, only for this night;

I muft aboard to-morrow.

Imo. O no, no.

Iach. Yes, I beseech you: or I fhall short my word, By length'ning my return. From Gallia,

I crofs'd the feas on purpofe, and on promise
To fee your Grace.

Imo. I thank you for your pains;
But not away to-morrow?

Iach. O, I must, Madam.

Therefore, I fhall befcech you, if you please
To greet your lord with writing, do`t to-night.
I have outftood my time, which is material
To th' tender of our prefent.

Imo. I will write :

Send your trunk to me, it fhall safe be kept,
And truly yielded you: You're very welcome.

ACT II.

[Exeunt.

SCENE Í.

CYMBELINE's Palace.

Enter Cloten, and two Lords.

CLOTEN.

WAS there ever man had fuch luck! when I

kifs'd the Jack upon an up-cast, to be hit away! I had an hundred pound on't; and then a whorefon jack-an-apes mul take me up for fwearing, as if I borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not fpend 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.

[Afide.

Clot.

Clot. When a gentleman is difpos'd to swear, it is not for any ftanders-by to curtail his oaths. Ha? 2 Lord. No, my lord; nor crop the ears of them. [Afide. Clot. Whorefon dog! I give him fatisfaction? 'would, he had been one of my rank.

2 Lord. To have fmelt like a fool.. [Afide. Clot. I am not vext more at any thing in the earth,‚—a pox on't! I had rather not be fo noble as I am; they dare not fight with me, because of the Queen my mother; every Jack-flave 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 a capon too: and you crow, cock, with your comb on.

Clot. Say't thou?

[Afide.

2 Lord. It is not fit your lordship fhould undertake every companion, that you give offence to.

Clot. No, I know that; but it is fit I fhould commit offence to my inferiors.

Lord. Ay, it is fit for your lordship only.

Clot. Why, fo I say.

1 Lord. Did you hear of a ftranger that's come to court to-night?

Clot. A ftranger, and I not know on't?

2 Lord. He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it not.

[Afide.. I Lord. There's an Italian come, and, 'tis thought, one of Leonatus's friends.

Clot. Leonatus! a banifh'd rafcal: and he's another, whofoever he be. Who told you of this firanger? 1 Lord. One of your lordship's pages.

Clot. Is it fit I went to look upon him? is there no derogation in't?

2 Lord. You cannot derogate, my lord.

Clot. Not eafily, I think.

2 Lord. You are a fool granted, therefore your iffues being foolifh do not derogate.

[Afide. Clot.

Clot. Come, I'll go fee this Italian: what I have loft to-day at bowls, I'll win to-night of him. Come; go.

2 Lord. I'll attend your lordship. That fuch a crafty devil as his mother,

[Exit Clot.

Should yield the world this afs !--a woman, that
Bears all down with her brain; and this her fon
Cannot take two from twenty for his heart,
And leave eighteen. Alas, Poor Princess,
Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'ft!
Betwixt a father by thy ftep-dame govern`d,
A mother hourly coining plots; a wooer,
More hateful than the foul expulfion is
Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act

Of the divorce Hell-made. The heav'ns hold firm
The walls of thy dear Honour; keep unshak'd
That Temple, thy fair Mind; that thou may't stand
Tenjoy thy banish'd lord, and this great land!

SCENE

II.

[Exeunt.

Changes to a magnificent Bed-chamber; in one part of it a large trunk.

Imogen is difcover'd reading in her bed, a Lady at

Imo.

tending.

HO's there? my woman Helen?
Lady. Please

WHO

Imo. What hour is it?

you, Madam

Lady. Almoft midnight, Madam.

Imo. I have read three hours then, mine eyes are weak.

Fold down the leaf where I have left; to bed-
Take not away the taper, leave it burning:
And if thou canft awake by four o' th' clock,
I pr'ythee, call me-fleep hath feized me wholly.

P 2

[Exit Lady.

Το

To your protection I commend me, Gods;
From Fairies, and the Tempters of the night,
Guard me, 'beseech ye.

[Sleeps.

[[achimo rifes from the trunk. Iach. The crickets fing, and man's o'er-labour'd

sense

Repairs itself by reft: our Tarquin thus

Did foftly prefs the rufhes, ere he waken'd
The chastity he wounded. Cytherea,

How bravely thou becom'ft thy bed! fresh lily,
And whiter than the fheets! that I might touch,
But kifs, one kifs-rubies unparagon'd,

How dearly they do't!-'tis her breathing, that
Perfumes the chamber thus: the flame o'th' taper
Bows tow'rd her, and would under-peep her lids,
To fee th' inclofed light, now canopy'd

*

Under these windows: white with azure lac'd,
The blue of heav'n's own tinct-But my defign's
To note the chamber-I will write all down,
Such, and fuch, pictures-there, the window,-fuch
Th' adornment of her bedthe arras, figures-
Why, fuch, and fuch-and the contents o'th' ftory-
Ah, but fome nat' ral notes about her body,
Above ten thousand meaner moveables,
Would teftify, t'enrich my inventory.

O Sleep, thou ape of Death, lie dull upon her!
And be her fenfe but as a monument,
Thus in a chapel lying!-Come off, come off,-
[Taking off her bracelet.

As flipp'ry, as the Gordian knot was hard.-
'Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly,
As ftrongly as the confcience do's within,
To th' madding of her lord. On her left breast
A mole cinque fpotted, like the crimson drops.

white and azure, lac'd
With blue of heaven's own tinet.]

We fhould read,

whice with azure lac'd, The blue of heaven's own tinct.

Warb.

I'th' bottom of a cowflip. Here's a voucher,
Stronger than ever law could make: this fecret
Will force him think, I've 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 mem'ry? She hath been reading, late,
The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd down,
Where Philomel gave up I have enough.-
To th' trunk again, and shut the spring of it.
Swift, fwift, you Dragons of the night! that dawning
May bear the raven's eye: I lodge in fear,

Though this a heav'nly angel, hell is here. [Clock ftrikes.
One, two, three: time, time!

[Goes into the trunk, the Scene closes.

SCENE

III.

Changes to another part of the Palace, facing Imogen's

1 Lord.

•Y%

Apartments.

Enter Cloten, and Lords.

up ace.

OUR lordship is the most patient man in lofs, the coldest that ever turn'd 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 moft hot, and furious, when you win.

Clot. Winning will put any man into courage: If I could get this foolish Imogen, I should have gold enough: It's almoft morning, is't not?

1 Lord. Day, my lord.

Clot. I would, this mufic would come: I am advis'd to give her mufic o'mornings; they fay, it will penetrate.

Enter Muficians.

Come on, tune; if you can penetrate her with your fingering, fo; we'll try with tongue too; if none will