Imatges de pàgina

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More than a mortal seeming. Be not angry,
Most mighty Princess, that I have adventur'd

'you with a' false report, which hath
Honourd 'with confirmation your great judgment,
In the election of a Sir, so rare,
Which you know cannot err. The love I bear him,
Made me to fan you thus; but the Gods made you,
Unlike all others, chaffless. Pray your pardon. [yours.

Imo. All's well, Sir ; take my pow'r i' th’ Court for Iach. My humble thanks; I had almost forgot T' intreat your grace but in a small request, And yet of moment too, for it concerns Your Lord ; my self, and other noble friends Are partners in the business.

Imo. Pray what is't?

Iach. Some dozen Romans of us, and your Lord,
(Best feather of our wing,) have mingled fums
To buy a present for the Emperor :
Which I, the factor for the rest, have done
In France ; ’ris place 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 honour for their safety. Since
My Lord hath intrest in them, I will keep them
In my bed-chamber.

Iach. 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. O no, no.

lach. Yes, I beseech you : or I shall short my word By length’ning my return. From Gallia I crost the seas on purpose, and on promise To see your Grace.

Imo. 8 your taking of a

Imo. I thank you for your pains ;
But not away to-morrow?,

Jach. I must, Madam.
Therefore I shall beseech you, if you please
To greet your Lord with writing, do't to-night.
I have out-stood my time, which is material
To th' tender of our present,

Imo. I will write:
Send your trunk to me, it shall be safe kept,
And truly yielded you: you're very welcome. (Exeunt.

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CLOTEN, W as there ever man had such luck! when I kissed

the Jack upon an up-cast, to be hic away! I had

an hundred pound on't ; and then a whorson jack-an-apes must take me up for swearing, as if I borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure.

i Lord. What got he by that? you have broke his pate with your bowl.

2 Lord. 'If his wit had been like : 'his'that broke it, it would have run all out.

[ Aside. Clot. 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 crop the ears of them.

Clot. Whorfon dog! I give him satisfaction ? would he had been one of my rank. 2 Lord. To have smelt like a fool.

[Aside. Clot. I am not vext more at any thing in the earth, -

a pox

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-Nave hath his belly full of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that no body can match.

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

[ Afide. Clot. Say'st thou?

2 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, fo 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

[ Aside. i Lord. There's an Italian come, and 'tis thought one of Leonatus's friends.

Clot. Leonatus ! a banish'd rascal ; and he's another, i/whosoever he be. Who told you 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 ?

2 Lord. You cannot derogate, my Lord. Clot. Not easily, I think.

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

[ Aside. 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.

[Exit Cloten. That such a crafty devil as his mother, Should yield the world this ass ! a woman, that Bears all down with her brain, and this her son Cannot take two from twenty for his heart,

And I whatsoever


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 husband, than that horrid act
Of the divorce 2'hell made. The heav'ns hold firm
The walls of thy dear honour, keep unshak'd
That temple thy fair mind, that thou may'st stand
T enjoy thy banith'd Lord, and this great land! (Exe.

S CE N E II. A magnificent Bed-chamber, in one part of it a

large trunk. Imogen is discover'd reading in her bed, a Lady attending: Imo. W Hos 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 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 o’ th' clock,
I pr’ythee 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 !


[Iachimo rises from the trunk, Iach. The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd sense Repairs it self 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 2 he'll make.

But kiss, one kiss — rubies unparagon'd
How dearly they do't! — 'tis her breathing that
Perfumes the chamber thus : the fame o' th' taper
Bows tow’ard her, and would under-peep her lids,
To see th' inclosed lights, now canopy'd
3/Under those curtains white with azure lac’d,
The blue of heav'n's own tinct. But my design's
To note the chamber — I will write all down,
Such and such pictures there the window such
Th’ adornment of her bed - the arras, figures -
Why, such and such and the contents o'th' story
Ah, but some nat'ral notes about her body,
Above ten thousand meaner moveables
Would testifie, tinrich mine inventory.
o neep, thou ape of death, lye dull upon her,
And be her sense but as a monument,
Thus in a chappel lying ! Come off, come off.

{Taking off her bracelet.
As Nipp'ry as the Gordian knot was hard.
'Tis mine, and this will witness outwardly,
As strongly as the conscience do's within,
To th' madding of her Lord. On her left breast
A mole cinque spotted, like the crimson drops
l'th' bottom of a cow-Nip. Here's a voucher,
Stronger than ever law could make: this secret
Will force him think I've 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 mem'ry ? Sh' hath been reading late,
The tale of Tereus, here the leaf's turn'd down
Where Philomele gave up - I have enough
To th' trunk again, and shut the spring of it.
Swift, swift, you dragons of the night! that dawning
May *'bare it's' raven-eye: : I lodge in fear,

Though (a) The Raven's eye is remarkably large and grey.

3 Under these windows white and azure, lac'd with .. old edit. Warb. emend.

4 bear the ... old edit. Warb, emend.

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