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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 assailed 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.
Enter a Messenger. Mess. So like you, sir, ambassadors from Rome; The one is Caius Lucius. Cym.
A worthy fellow, Albeit he comes on angry purpose now;
8 To orderly solicits;] i. e. regular courtship, courtship after the established fashion.
But that's no fault of his: We must receive him
mistress, Attend the queen, and us; we shall have need To employ you towards this Roman. Come, our
Ereunt 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 sayes the
thief; Nay, sometime, hangs both thief and true man:
Enter a Lady. Lady. Who's there, that knocks? Clo.
A gentleman. Lady.
9 And towards himself his goodness forespent on us
We must extend our notice.] That is, we must extend towards himself our notice of his goodness heretofore shown to us. Our author has many similar ellipses.
i false themselves,] Perhaps, in this instance, false is not an adjective, but a verb,
Clo. Yes, and a gentlewoman's son.
Clo. Your lady's person : Is she ready?
report. Lady. How! my good name? or to report of you What I shall think is good ?--The princess
hand. Imo. Good-morrow, sir: You lay out too much
Still, I swear, I love 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. Clo.
This is no answer. Imo. But that you shall not say I yield, being
silent, I would not speak. I pray you, spare me: i’faith, I shall unfold equal discourtesy To your best kindness ; one of your great knowing Should learn, being taught, forbearance.
Clo. To leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin: I will not
Imo. Fools are not mad folks.
you call me fool ? Imo. As I am mad, I do:
If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad;
I am much sorry, sir,
you; And am so near the lack of charity, (To accuse myself) I hate you ; which I had rather You felt, than make't my boast. Clo.
You sin against Obedience, which you owe your father. For The contract you pretend with that base wretch, (One, bred of alms, and foster'd with cold dishes, With scraps o’the court,) it is no contract, none: And though it be allow'd in meaner parties, (Yet who, than he, more mean?) to knit their souls On whom there is no more dependency But brats and beggary) in self-figur'd knot;* Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by The consequence o'the crown; and must not soil The precious note of it with a base slave, A hilding for a livery,' a squire's cloth, A pantler, not so eminent. Imo.
Profane fellow ! Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more, But what thou art, besides, thou wert too base
so verbal :] Is, so verbose, so full of talk. 3 The contract, &c.] Here Shakspeare has not preserved, with his common nicety, the uniformity of character. The speech of Cloten is rough and harsh, but certainly not the talk of one
“ Who can't take two from twenty, for his heart,
“ And leave eighteenHis argument is just and well enforced, and its prevalence is allowed throughout all civil nations: as for rudeness, he seems not to be much undermatched. Johnson.
in self-figur'd knot ;] A self-figured knot is a knot formed by yourself.
5 A hilding for a livery,] A low fellow, only fit to wear a lie very, and serve as a lacquey,
To be his groom : thou wert dignified enough,
The south-fog rot him! Imo. He never can meet more mischance, than
To be but nam'd of thee. His meanest garment,
Enter PISANIO. Clo. His garment? Now, the devilImo. To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently :Clo. His garment? Imo.
I am sprighted with a fool ;? Frighted, and anger'd worse :-Go, bid my woman Search for a jewel, that too casually Hath left mine arm; it was thy master's: 'shrew mę, If I would lose it for a revenue Of any king's in Europe. I do think, I saw't this morning: confident I am, Last night 'twas on mine arm; I kiss'd it: I hope, it be not gone, to tell lord That I kiss aught but he. Pis.
'Twill not be lost. Imo. I hope so : go, and search. [Exit Pis. Clo.
You have abus'd me : His meanest garment ?
if 'were made Comparative for your virtues,] If it were considered as a compensation adequate to your virtues, to be styled, &c.
I am sprighted with a fool ; ] i. e. I am haunted by a fool, as by a spright.