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London Pub. July 2-7804. by F. & C. Rivington, StPaul's Church Yard.
The chastity he wounded.-Cytherea,
, 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 I’the bottom of a cowslip. Here's a voucher, Stronger than ever law could make: this secret
author to strew chambers with rushes, as we now cover them with carpets. ? Under these windows;] i, c. her eyelids.
like the crimson drops I' the bottom of a cowslip:] This simile contains the smallest out of a thousand proofs that Shakspeare was an observer of nature, though, in this instance, no very accurate describer of it, for the drops alluded to are of a deep yellow, STEEVENS.
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; 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.
Enter CLOTEN and 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 would put any man into courage; If I could get this foolish Imogen, I should have gold enough: It's almost morning, is't not?
i Lord. Day, my lord.
- you dragons of the night !] The task of drawing the chariot of night was assigned to dragons, on account of their supposed watchfulness.
vised 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,
at those springs
To ope their golden eyes ;'
Arise, arise. 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. s His steeds to water at those springs On chalic'd flowers that lies ;] i. e. the
morning sun dries up the dew which lies in the cups of flowers: The cup of a flower is called calix, whence chalice. 6 And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes ;] The marigold is supposed to shut itself up at sun-set.
I will consider your musick the better : ] i.e. I will pay you more amply for it.