fon I was up fo early: He cannot choose but take this service I have done, fatherly.- -Good morrow to your majefty, and to my gracious mother.

Cym. Attend you here the door of our stern daughter? Will fhe not forth?

Clot. I have affail'd her with mufics, but the vouchfafes no notice.

Cym. The exile of her minion is too new; She hath not yet forgot him: fome more time Muft wear the print of his refemblance out, And then fhe's

yours.

Queen. You are moft bound to the king; Who lets go by no vantages, that may

a

Prefer
you to his daughter: Frame yourself
To orderly folicits; and be friended
With aptnefs of the feafon: make denials
Encrease your services: so seem, as if
You were infpir'd to do thofe duties which
You tender to her; that you in all obey her,
Save when command to your difmiffion tends,
And therein you are fenfeless.

Clot. Senfelefs? not fo.

Enter a Messenger.

Mef. So like you, fir, ambassadors from Rome;

The one is Caius Lucius.

Cym. A worthy fellow,

Albeit he comes on angry purpose now;

But that's no fault of his: We muft receive him
According to the honour of his fender;

b

And towards himself, his goodnefs forefpent on us,

Frame yourself to orderly folicits; &c.]-Conform yourself to the ordinary rules of courtship, and take efpecial care that your vifits be well timed.

b bis goodness forefpent on us,]-having already experienced his friendfhip.

We

We must extend our notice.-Our dear fon,
When you have given good morning to your mistress,
Attend the queen, and us; we shall have need
To employ you towards this Roman.-Come, our queen,

[Exeunt.

Clot. If the be up, I'll fpeak with her; if not,
Let her lie still, and dream.-By your leave, ho!—

I know her women are about her; What

If I do line one of their hands? 'Tis gold

[Knocks.

Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and makes Diana's rangers falfe themselves, yield up

Their deer to the stand o' the stealer: and 'tis gold

Which makes the true man kill'd, and faves the thief; Nay, fometime, hangs both thief and true man: What Can it not do, and undo? I will make

One of her women lawyer to me; d

I yet not understand the cafe myself.

for

By your leave.

Enter a Lady.

[Knocks,

Lady. Who's there, that knocks?

Clot. A gentleman.

Lady. No more?

Clot. Yes, and a gentlewoman's fọn.

Lady. That's more

Than fome, whofe taylors are as dear as yours,
Can justly boast of: What's your lordship's pleasure?
Clot. Your lady's perfón: Is fhe ready?

Lady. Ay, to keep her chamber.

Clot. There's gold for you; fell me your good report. Lady. How! my good name? or to report of you What I fhall think is good?-The princess

falfe themfelves,]-perjure themselves, betray their trust, * lawyer to me ;]—my advocate,

Enter

Enter Imogen.

Clot. Good-morrow, fairest fifter: Your fweet hand, Imo. Good-morrow, fir: You lay out too much pains For purchasing but trouble: the thanks I give,

Is telling you that I am poor of thanks,

And scarce can spare them.

Clot. Still, I fwear, I love you.

Imo. If you but faid fo, 'twere as deep with me: If you fwear ftill, your recompence is still

That I regard it not.

Clot. This is no answer.

Imo. But that you fhall not fay I yield, being filent,
I would not speak. I pray you, spare me faith,
I fhall unfold equal difcourtesy

Το your best kindness: one of your great knowing
Should learn, being taught, forbearance.

Clot. To leave you in your madness, 'twere my fin: I will not.

Imo.

Fools are not mad folks.

Clot. Do you call me fool?

Imo. As I am mad, I do:

If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad;
That cures us both. I am much forry, fir,
You put me to forget a lady's manners,
By being fo verbal: and learn now, for all,
That I, which know my heart, do here pronounce,
By the very truth of it, I care not for you;
And am fo near the lack of charity,

Should learn, being taught, forbearance.]-Should defift from an hopeless fuit, being repeatedly preffed to do fo.

Fools are not mad folks.]-Fools are in no danger of being, as you fay I am, mad. Fools cure not, &c..

be patient,]-ceafe to teafe me with your importunities.

A verbal:]-talkative.

(To

(To accufe myself) I hate you: which I had rather You felt, than make't my boaft.

Clot. You fin against

Obedience, which you owe your father. For
The contract you pretend with that base wretch,
(One, bred of alms, and fofter'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 fouls
(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 confequence o' the crown; and muft not foil
The precious note of it with a base slave,
* A hilding for a livery, a fquire's cloth,
A pantler, not so eminent.

Imo. Prophane fellow !

Wert thou the fon of Jupiter, and no more,
But what thou art, befides, thou wert too base
To be his groom: thou wert dignify'd enough,
Even to the point of envy, 'if 'twere made
Comparative for your virtues, to be stil'd

The under-hangman of his kingdom; and hated
For being preferr'd fo well.

Clot. The fouth-fog rot him!

Imo. He never can meet more mifchance, than come To be but nam'd of thee. His meaneft garment,

That ever hath but clipp'd his body, is dearer,
In my refpect, than all the hairs above thee,

m

Were they all made fuch men.-How now, Pifanio?

§ in felf-figur'd knot ;]-of their own tying, by a match of their own making.

* A bilding for a livery, &c.]-A wretch fit only to be a footman, not equal to the office of prefiding over the pantry.

if 'twere made, &c.]-if the due reward of your merit were alone regarded. above thee,]-of thy head.

Enter

Enter Pifanio.

Clot. His garment? Now, the devil-
Imo. To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently :-
Clot. His garment?

Imo. I am "fprighted with a fool;

Frighted, and anger'd worfe :-Go, bid my woman
Search for a jewel, that too cafually
°

Hath left mine arm; it was thy mafter's: 'fhrew me,
If I would lose it for a revenue

Of any king's in Europe. I do think,

I faw't this morning: confident I am,

Laft night 'twas on mine arm; I kiss'd it:

I hope, it be not gone, to tell my lord
That I kifs aught but him.

Pif. 'Twill not be loft,

Imo. I hope fo: go, and fearch.

Clot. You have abus'd me:

His meanest garment?

Imo. Ay; I faid fo, fir:

[Exit Pifania.

If you will make't an action, call witnefs to't,
Clo. I will inform your father.

Imo. Your mother too :

She's my good lady; and will conceive, I hope,

But the worst of me. So I leave you, fir,

I To the worft of difcontent.

Clot. I'll be reveng'd:

His meanest garment?-Well,

Sprighted]-haunted.

cafually]-heedlefly, through careleffnefs I have lost.

P forew me,]-befhrew, ill befal me.

If you will make't an aɛtion,]—If you think it actionable.

[Exit.

[Exit.

To the worst of difcontent.]-To the mortification of your own com

pany and reflections,

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