(As I have fuch a heart, that both mine ears Iach. Should he make me Live like Diana's Prieft, betwixt cold sheets? In your despight, upon your purse? Revenge it: Imo. What ho, Pifanio! Fach. Let me my fervice tender on your lips. Imo. Away, I do condemn mine ears, that have So long attended thee. If thou wert honourable, Thou would't have told this tale for virtue, not For fuch an end thou feek'ft; as bafe, as ftrange: Thou wrong'ft a Gentleman, who is as far From thy report, as thou from honour; and Sollicit'ft here a Lady, that difdains Thee, and the Devil alike. What ho, Pifanio! Were deeply rooted; and fhall make your Lord, Half Half all mens hearts are his. Imo. You make amends. Iach. He fits 'mongst men, like, a defcended God; He hath a kind of honour fets him off, More than a mortal Seeming. Be not angry, Moft mighty Princefs, that I have adventur'd To try your taking of a falfe report; which hath Honour'd with confirmation your great judgment, In the election of a Sir, fo 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, chafflefs. Pray, your pardon. Imo. All's well, Sir; take my pow'r i'th' Court for yours. Iach. My humble thanks; I had almost forgot Imo. Pray, what is't? Jach. 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 send them to you, only for this night; I must aboard to morrow. 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 your pains; Iach. O, I muft, Madam. Therefore I fhall befeech you, if you please Imo. I will write: Send your trunk to me, it fhall fafe be kept, [Exe. ACT II. SCENE, CYMBELINE's Palace. W Enter Cloten, and two lords. CLOTEN.. AS there ever man had fuch luck! when I kiss'd the Jack upon an up-cast, to be hit away! I had an hundred pound on't; and then a whorfon jack-an-apes muft take me up for fwearing, as if I borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure. Lord. What got he by that? you have broke his pate with your bowl. [afide. 2 Lord. If his wit had been like him that broke it, it would have run all out. Clot. When a gentleman is difpos'd to fwear, it is not for any ftanders-by to curtail his oaths. 2 Lord. No, my lord: nor crop the ears Ha? of them. [afide. Glot. 1 Clot. Whorfon dog! I give him fatisfaction? would, he had been one of my Rank. 2 Lord. To have fmelt like a fool. f Cafide. 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, 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. Clot. Say'ft thou? પાક 1 [afide. 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 謹。 1 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 ftrange fellow himself, and knows it not. Lafide. 1 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 stranger?, 1 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. 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. ཚོན་རྒྱུ 2 Lord. I'll attend your lordship. That fuch a crafty devil, as is his mother, [Exit Clot Should yield the world this afs!-a woman, that Bears Bears all down with her brain; and this her fon Of the divorce he'ld make. The heav'ns hold firm [Exeunt. SCENE changes to a magnificent Bed-chamber ; in one part of it, a large trunk. Imogen is discover'd reading in her bed, a Lady attending. Imo: WHO'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, Fold down the leaf where I have left; to bed (12) More hatefull than the foul Expulfion is Of thy dear Husband, than that horrid Act be'll make the Heav'ns hold firm The Walls of thy dear honour, &c.] What perpetual Proofs occur of thefe Editors' ftupid Indolence! They cannot afford even to add, or tranfpofe, a Stop, tho' the Senfe be never fo much concern'd 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 purposely keep her honeft in Contempt of him? The Author meant no fuch abfurd Stuff. I dare be pofitive, I have reform'd his Pointing, and by That retriev'd his true Senfe. "This Wooer, fays the Speaker, is << more hateful to her than the Banishment of her Lord; or the horrid Attempt of making that Banishment perpetual, by his marrying her "in her Lord's Abfence." Having made this Reflexion, he subjoins a virtuous With, that Heaven may preferve her Honour unblemish'd, and her to enjoy her Husband back, and her Rights in the Kingdom. VOL. VI. Bb Take |