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Imo. All's well, sir:Take my poweri'the court for yours. lach. 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 Jord; myself, and other noble friends, Are partners in the business. Imo.

Pray, what is't?
lach. Some dozen Romans of os, 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?
Imo.

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

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.'
Imo.

0, no, no.
Iach. Yes, I beseech; or I shall short my word,
By length’ning iny return. From Gallia
I cross'd the seas on purpose, and on promise
To see your grace.
Imo.

Í thank you for your pains;
But not away to-morrow?
lach.

0, I must, madam;
Therefore, I shall beseech you, if you please
To greet your lord with writing, do't to-night:
I have outstood my lime; which is material
To the tender of our present.
Imo.

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

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[Exeunt. SCENE I. Court before CYMBELINE's Palace,

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Enter CLOTEN and two Lords. Clo. Was there ever man bad 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 bave run 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 nobody can match.

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

[Aside. Clo. Sayest thou?

1 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 my inferiors.

2 Lord. Ay, it is fit for your lordship only. Clo. Why, so I say.

1 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 bauished rascal; 'and he's another, whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger?

1 Lord. One of your lordship’s pages.

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

1 Lord. You cannot derogate, my lord. Clo. Not easily, I think.

2 Lord. You are a fool granted ; therefore being foolish, do not derogate.

[Aside. Clo. Come, I'll go see this Italian: What I have lost to-day at bowls, I'll win to-night of hin. Come, go, 2 Lord. I'll attend your lordship:

(Excunt 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 froin twenty for his heart,
And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess,

Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'st!
Betwixt a father by thy step dame governd;

your issues weak:

A mother hourly coining plots; a wooer,
More hateful than the foul expulsion is
Of thy dear husband, than that horrid aet
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! (Exit.

SCENE II.
A Bed-chamber; in one Part of it, a Trunk:
IMOGEN reading in her Bed; a Lady attending.
Imo. Who's there? my woman Helen?
Lady.

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

Almost midnight, madam. Imo, I have read three hours then : mine eyes are 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 prythee, 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 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 linct-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 sneh :-And the contents o'the story,
Ab, 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 Jying !-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
I'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 honcur. 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 turu'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.

SCENE III. An Antechamber adjoining IMOGEN's Apartment.

Enter Cloten and Lords. 1 Lord. Your lordship is the most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turn'd up ace.

Clo. It would make any man cold to lose. 1 Lord. But not every man palient, after the noble

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