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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.

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Bears all down with her brain; and this her son
Cannot take two from twenty for his heart,
And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess,
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 hufband, than that horrid act
Of the divorce he'd make! The heavens hold firm
The walls of thy dear honour ; keep unshak'd
Thar temple, thy fair mind; that thou may'st stand,
To enjoy thy banilh'd lord, and this great land! (Exit


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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 : minc 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 oʻthe clock,
I priythee, 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. 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,

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A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops
l'the bottom of a cowslip: Here's a voucher,
Stronger than ever law could make: this fecret
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 riveted,
Screw'd to my mentory? She hath been reacling 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 Arikes.
One, two, three :--Time, time!

(Goes into the trunk : the scene closes,

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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.


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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,
His steeds to water at those springs

On chalic'd flowers that lies ;
And winking Mary-buds begin

To ope their golden eyes ;
With every thing that pretty bin :
My lady sweet, arise ;

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.

confider your musc tbe better :)-seward you more amply.

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.


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