Or fhe, that bore you, was no Queen, and you Imo. Reveng'd! How should I be reveng'd, if this be true? Iach. Should he make me Live like Diana's prieft, betwixt cold fheets? In your defpight, upon your purfe? Revenge it:-- Imo. What ho, Pifanio! lach. Let me my fervice tender on your lips. Ima Away!I do condemn mine ears, that have Thee, and the devil alike. What ho, Pifanio! K 4 Were Were deeply rooted; and shall make your Lord, Half all men's hearts are his. Imo. You make amends woy to Iach. He fits 'mong men, like a defcended God Which, you know, cannot err. The love I bare him, Imo. Pray, what is't Iach. Some dozen Romans of us, and your Lord, Which I, the factor of the reft, have done Imo. Willingly; And pawn mine honour for their fafety. Since In my bed-chamber. Iach. They are in a trunk, Attended by my men: I will make bold W 161) . Imo. O no, no. Iach. Yes, I beseech you: or I fhall fhort my word, By length'ning my return. From Gallia, I croft the feas on purpose, and on promise To fee your Grace. Imo. I thank you for your pains; But not away to-morrow? Iach. O, I muft, Madam. Therefore I fhall beech you, if you please Imo. I will write : Send your trunk to me, it fhall fafe be kept, [Exe. பை SCENE, Cymbeline's Palace. WAS Enter Cloten, and two Lords. CLOTEN. AS there ever man had fuch luck! when I kifs'd the Jack upon an up-cast, to be hit away! I had an hundred pound on't; and then a whorefon jackan-apes must take me up for fwearing, as if I borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not fpend them at my pleasure. Lord. What got he by that? you have broke his pate with your bowl. 2 Lord. If his wit had been like him that broke it, it would have run all out. [Afide. Clot. When a gentleman is difpos'd to fwear, it is not for any ftanders-by to curtail his oaths. K 5 Ha? 2 Lord. 2 Lord. No, my Lord; nor crop the ears of them. [Afide. Clot. Whorefon 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 on't! I had rather not be fo noble as I am; they dare not fight with me, becaufe 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. 1 Lord. Did you hear of a franger that's comes to court to-night? Clot. A ftranger, and I know not on't? 2 Lord. He's a ftrange fellow himself, and knows it not. [Afide. x Lord. There's an Italian come, and, 'tis thought, one of Leonatus's friends. Clot. Leonatus! a banish'd rascal; and he's another, whatsoever he be. Who told you of this firanger? 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. [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. a Lord. I'll attend your lordship. [Exit Clot That 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, And leave eighteen. Alas, poor Princefs, -The heav'ns hold firm The walls of thy dear honour; keep unfhak'd (7) More bateful than the foul Expulfion is Of thy dear Hufband, than that horrid At Of the divorce be'll make the Heav'ns bold firm [Exeunt. What perpetual proofs occur of thefe Editors' ftupid Indolente! They cannot afford even to add, or transpose, a Stop, though the Senfe be never fo much concerned in it. How would Cloten's Sollicitations, if I might ask these wife Gentlemen, make the Heavens keep firm Imogen's Honour? Would the Speaker imply, that this Wooer was fo hateful, worthlefs, a Creature, the Heavens would purpofely keep her honeft in Contempt of him? The Author meant no fuch abfurd Stuff. I dare be pofitive, I have reformed his Pointing, and by that retrieved his true Senfe. "This Wooer, fays the "Speaker, is more hateful to her than the Banishment of her Lord; "or the ne horrid Attempt of making that Banishment perpetual, by his marrying her in her Lord's abfence.". Having made this Reflexion, he fubjoins a virtuous Wifh, that Heaven may preferve her Honour unblemished, and her to enjoy her Husband back, and her Rights in the Kingdom. |