8/ More than a mortal feeming. Be not angry, Which you know cannot err. The love I bear him, Imo. Pray what is't? Iach. Some dozen Romans of us, and your Lord, Which I, the factor for the reft, have done Imo. Willingly; And pawn mine honour for their fafety. Since Iach. They are in a trunk Attended by my men: I will make bold To fend them to you, only for this night; I muft aboard to-morrow. Imo. O no, no. lach. Yes, I beseech you your taking of a or I fhall short my word From Gallia and on promise Imo. Imo. I thank you for your pains; But not away to-morrow? Jach. I muft, Madam. Therefore I fhall befeech you, if you please Imo. I will write: Send your trunk to me, it shall be safe kept, And truly yielded you: you're very welcome. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I CYMBELINE's Palace. Enter CLOT E N, and two Lords. CLOTEN. AS there ever man had fuch luck! when I kifs'd W the fack upon an up-caft, to be hit away! I had an hundred pound on't; and then a whorfon jack-an-apes must take me up for fwearing, as if I borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not fpend 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 'his' that broke it, it would have run all out. [Afide. Clot. When a gentleman is difpofed to fwear, it is not for any ftanders-by to curtail his oaths. Ha? 2 Lord. No, my Lord: nor crop the ears of them. Clot. Whorfon dog! I give him fatisfaction? would he had been one of my rank. 2 Lord. To have fmelt like a fool. [Afide. Clot. I am not vext more at any thing in the earth, a pox a pox on't. I had rather not be fo noble as I am; they dare not fight with me, because of the Queen my mother; every jack-flave 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'ft thou? 2 Lord. It is not fit your Lordship fhould undertake every companion, that you give offence to. Clot. No, I know that: but it is fit I fhould commit offence to my inferiors. 2 Lord. Ay, it is fit for your Lordship only. Clot. Why, fo I fay. I Lord. Did you hear of a stranger that's come to Court to-night? Clot. A ftranger, and I not know on't? 2 Lord. He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it not. [Afide. 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, "'whofoever he be. Who told you of this ftranger? 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 eafily, I think. 2 Lord. You are a fool granted, therefore your iffues being foolish do not derogate. [Exit Cloten. [Afide. Clot. Come, I'll go fee this Italian: what I have loft to-day at bowls, I'll win to-night of him. Come; go. 2 Lord. I'll attend your Lordfhip. That fuch a crafty devil as his mother, Should yield the world this afs! a woman, that Bears all down with her brain, and this her fon Cannot take two from twenty for his heart, I whatsoever And And leave eighteen. Alas poor Princess, Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act Of the divorce hell made. The heav'ns hold firm 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 HO's there? my woman Helen? Lady. Please you, Madam Imo. What hour is it? Lady. Almoft midnight, Madam. Imo. I have read three hours, then, mine eyes are weak, To your protection I commend me, Gods; [Exit Lady. [Sleeps. [Iachimo rifes from the trunk. Iach. The crickets fing, and man's o'er-labour'd fenfe Repairs it felf by reft: our Tarquin thus Did foftly prefs the rushes, ere he waken'd The chastity he wounded. Cytherea, How bravely thou becom'ft thy bed! fresh lilly, 2 he'll make.. But But kifs, one kifs- rubies unparagon'd How dearly they do't! 'tis her breathing that 3 'Under those curtains white with azure lac'd, - Thus in a chappel lying! Come off, come off. - Screw'd to my mem'ry? Sh' hath been reading late, To th' trunk again, and fhut the fpring of it. (a) The Raven's eye is remarkably large and grey. Though 3 Under these windows white and azure, lac'd with... old edit. Warb. emend. 4 bear the . . . old edit. Warb, emend. |