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2 Lord. You are a cock and a capon too; and you crow, cock, with your comb on.
Afde. Clot. Sayest thou?
i Lord. It is not fit, your lordship should undertake every companion that you give offence to.
Clot. 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. Clot. Why, so I say.
i Lord. Did you hear of a stranger, that's come to court to-night?
Clot. A stranger! and I not know on't! 2 Lord. He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it
[Afide. i Lord. There's an Italian come; and, 'tis thought, one of Leonatus' friends.
Clot. Leonarus ! a banilh'd rascal; and he's another, whatsoever he be. Who told
of this stranger? i Lord. One of your lordship’s pages.
Clot. Is it fit, I went to look upon him? Is there no derogation in't ?
i Lord. You cannot derogate, my lord. Clot. Not easily, I think.
2 Lord. You are a fool granted; therefore your " ifsues being foolish, do not derogate.
[Afide. Clot. 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 his mother Should yield the world this ass ! a woman, thạt
your comb ox.]-like a coxcomb-alluding to the fool's cap, which had a comb like a cock's with your cap-on. companion fellow.
ifues) --words and deeds. M 2
Bears all down with her brain; and this her son
A Bed-chamber; in one part of it a Trunk.
Imogen reading in her bed; a lady attending.
[Exit lady. To your protection I commend me, gods !
From fairies, and the tempters of the night, Guard me, beseech ye!
(Sleeps. From fairies, &c.] “ Refrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature " Gives way to in reposc !" MACBETH, A& H. S. 1. Bar.
[Iachimo, from the trunk. lach. The crickets fing, 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 lilly! 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 towards her; and would under-peep her lids, To see the inclosed lights, now canopy'd Under these p windows : 9 White with azure lac'd, With blue of heaven's own tinct.—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-figuresWhy, such, and such :--And the contents ' o'the story, Ah, 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 lying ! Come off, come off ;
(Taking off her bracelet. As Nippery, as the Gordian knot was haru ! 'Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly, As strongly as the conscience does within, To the madding of her lord. On her left breast mibe rusbes,)-used then, as carpets now.
Henry IV. Part I, A& III. S. 1. Gend. Poems, P. 491. ROMEO AND JULIET, A& I. 4. Rom.
a'wbiter than the sheets! ]—Poems, p. 422. they do's!)—kiss cach other. windows:]-window- fhutters,
W'bite witb azure lac'd,]-The white skin laced with blue veins White and azure! lai'd, &c. the fiery,]-he had just been reading. M 3
A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops
(Goes into the trunk : the scene closes,
Enter Cloten, and Lords. i Iord. Your lordship is the most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turn'd up ace.
Clot. It would make any man cold to lose. i Lord. But not every man patient, after the noble
your lordship; You are most hot, and furious, when you win.
Clot. Winning will put any man into courage : If I could
this foolish Imogen, I should have gold enough: It's almost morning, is't rot?
i Lord. Day, my lord.
Clot. I would this music would come : I am advis'd to give her music o' mornings; they say, it will penetrate. you dragons of the nigbı!]—" The dragon wing of night"
TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, Vol. II. p. 126. Ashil. * bare ibe raven's eye :]-open it, awake the sayen.
Enter Muficians. Come on ; tune: If you can penetrate her with your fingering, so ; we'll try with tongue too :
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.
Hark! bark! the lark at beaven's gate fings,
And Phæbus 'gins arise,
On chalic'd flowers that lies ;
To ope their golden eyes ;
Arife, arise. So, get you gone: If this penetrate, I will * consider your music the better ; if it do not, it is a vice in her ears, which horse-hairs, and cat-guts, nor the voice of unpaved eunuch to boot, can never amend.
[Exeunt Musicians. Enter Cymbeline, and Queen. 2 Lord. Here comes the king. Clot. I am glad, I was ? up so late ; for that's the rea"His steeds to water]—To dry up the dew that lies in the cups of flowers —" Eacb cbalic'd ficwer supplies.”
being something gently considered,"
Winter's Tale, Vol. II. p. 655. Aut. y unpaved]-caftrated.
up so late ; &c.)" Not to be a-bed after midnight, is to be up betimes.” TWELFTH Night, Vol. II. p. 497. Sir To.