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your lord

Of thy assault: if he shall think it fit,
A saucy stranger, in his court, to mart
As in a Romish stew, and to expound
His beastly mind to us; he hath a court
He little cares for, and a daughter whom
He not respects at all.What ho, Pisanio !

Iach. O happy Leonatus ! I may say ;
The credit, that thy lady hath of thee,
Deserves thy trust; and thy most perfect goodness
Her assur'd credit !- Blessed live you long !
A lady to the worthiest sir, that ever
Country call’d his ! and you his mistress, only
For the most worthiest fit! Give me your pardon.
I have spoke this, to know if your affiance
Were deeply rooted ; and shall make
That which he is, new o’er: And he is one
The truest manner'd; such a holy witch,
That he enchants societies unto him :
Half all men's hearts are his.

You make amends. Iach. He sits 'mongst men, like a descended god: He hath a kind of honour sets him off, More than a mortal seeming. Be not angry, Most mighty princess, that I have adventur'd To try your taking of a false report; which hath Honour’d with confirmation your great judgment In the election of a sir so rare, Which you know, cannot err: The love I bear him Made me to fan you thus ; but the gods made you, Unlike all others, chaffless. Pray, your pardon.

Imo. All's well, sir: Take my power i’the court

for yours.

Iach. 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 lord; myself, and other noble friends, Are partners in the business.


Pray, what is't?
lach. Some dozen Romans of us, and your lord,
(The best feather of our wing) have mingled sums,
To buy a present for the emperor ;
Which I, the factor for the rest, have done
In France: 'Tis plate, of rare device; and jewels,
Of. rich and exquisite form ; their values great ;
And I am something curious, being strange,
To have them in safe stowage ; May it please you
To take them in protection?

And pawn mine honour for their safety: since
My lord hath interest in them, I will keep them
In my bed-chamber.

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,

O, no, no.
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


your pains;
But not away to-morrow?

0, I must, madam : Therefore, I shall beseech


if you please
To greet your lord with writing, do't to-night:
I have outstood my time; which is material
To the tender of our present.

I will write.

your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept, And truly yielded you : You are very welcome.



being strange,] i. e. being a stranger.




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 ran 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 no body can match.

2 Lord. You are a cock and capon too; and you crow, cock, with your comb on.

[Aside. 8 — kissed the jack upon an up-cast,] He is describing his fate at bowls. The jack is the small bowl at which the others are aimed. He who is nearest to it wins. To kiss the jack is a state of great advantage.

Clo. Sayest thou ? i 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


inferiors. 2 Lord. Ay, it is fit for your lordship only. Clo. Why, so I say. i 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 banished rascal; and he's another, whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger?

i Lord. One of your lordship’s pages.

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

i 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. så side.

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 CLOTEN and first Lord. That such a crafty devil as is his mother Should yield the world this ass! a woman, that Bears all down with her brain; and this her son Cannot take two from twenty for his heart, And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess,


every companion - The use of companion was the same as of fellow now. It was a word of contempt.

Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'st!
Betwixt a father by thy step-dame govern'd;
A mother hourly coining plots ; a wooer,
More hateful than the foul expulsion is
Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act
Of the divorce he'd make! The heavens hold firm
The walls of thy dear honour; keep unshak'd
That temple, thy fair mind; that thou may’st stand,
To enjoy thy banish'd lord, and this great land !



A Bed-chamber; in one Part of it a Trunk.

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IMOGEN reading in her Bed; a Lady attending.
Imo. Who's there? my woman Helen?

Please you, madam.
Imo. What hour is it?

Almost 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 canst awake by four o'the clock,
I pr’ythce, 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

press the rushes,] It was the custom in the time of our

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