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Did foftly prefs the rushes, ere he waken'd
The chastity he wounded. Cytherea,
How bravely thou becom'ft thy bed! freth lilly,ib
And whiter than the fheets! that I might touch,
But kifs, one kifs rubies unparagon'd,
How dearly they do't! 'tis her Breathing, that i
Perfumes the chamber thus: the flame oth taper 3
Bows tow'rd her, and would under-peep her lids,
To fee th' inclosed lights, now canopy'd
Under thefe windows: white and azure, lac'd
With blue of heav'n's own tinct. But my defign's
To note the chamber-I will write all down,
Such, and fuch, pictures there, the window,
fuch
Th' adornment of her bed the arras, figures-
Why, fuch, and fuch- and the contents o'th' ftory-
Ah, but fome natʼral notes about her body,
Above ten thoufand meaner moveables, not said
Would teftifie, t'enrich my inventory od 1970 W6Th
O Sleep, thou ape of Death, lye dull upon her!
And be her fenfe but as a Monument,
Thus in a chappel lying! Come off, come off
[Taking off her bracelet.

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As flipp'ry as the Gordian knot was hard.
'Tis mine; and this will witnefs outwardly,
As ftrongly as the confcience do's within, mor
To th' madding of her Lord. On her left breast 2
A mole cinque-fpotted, like the crimson drops
I'th' bottom of a cowflip. 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

The treasure of her Honour. No more to what end?
Why fhould I write this down, that's rivetted,
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 fhut the spring of it.
(13) Swift, fwift, you Dragons of the Night! that
Dawning adal

May bear the raven's eye: I lodge in fear,

Though

L.: (13) Swift, fwift, you Dragons of the Night! that Dawning May ope the Raven's Eye.] Mr. Pope has profefs'd, that, in his Editions, the Various Readings are fairly put in the Margin, fo that "Every them; and those he has prefer'd into the ex fide Codicum, upon Authority." I must own, I can't help fufpecting a little the Veracity of this Affertion; and I challenge him to produce any authentick Copy of Cymbeline, that gives Us this Reading

"Text are CONSTANTLY

that Dawning:

May ope the Raven's Eye.

From the first Folio's down to Mr. Rowe's Impreffion, we find it conftantly; the

that Dawning.

May bear the Raven's Eye.

If I agreed with Mr. Pope in the Meaning of this Expreffion, I could help p him to an Emendation, with a very minute Change of the Letters:

that Dawning

May bare the Raven's Eyes,

i.e. make bare, naked: And this would be a much more poetical Word than ope. Befides, moft Birds, as well as many Quadrupeds, have a Membrane for Nictation, call'd spauor, which they can at Plea fure draw over their Eyes, to defend them from too ftrong a Light: and when this Membrane is withdrawn, the Eye may very properly be said to be bared. But, notwithstanding all this, the old Books give us the genuine Reading; which, I'll be bold to fay, Mr. Pope has rejected, because he did not understand. Why fhould the Dawn be faid peculiarly to open the Raven's Eye? The Lark has always been counted the earlies Stirrer amongst the feather'd Kind. For the Dawn to bear the Raven's Eye, is, as Mr. Warburton ingenioufly obferv'd to me, a very grand and poetical Expreffion. It is a Metaphor borrow'd from Heraldry; as, again, in Much Ado about Nothing.

So that if he have Wit enough to keep himself warm, let him bear it for a difference between himself and his Horfe.

That the Dawn fhould bear the Raven's Eye, means, that It should rife, and fhew That Colour. Now the Raven's Eye is remarkably grey and ey'd, 'tis known, is the Epithet univerfally join'd to the Morning. Nor has our Shakespeare forgot to allude to the Morning being grey in other Paffages.

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and,

Though this a heav'nly Angel, hell is here.

One, two, three: time,
time, time!!

[Clock ftrikes.

[Goes into the trunk, the Scene closes.

SCENE changes to another Part of the Palace, facing Imogen's Apartments.

I Lord.

Enter Clôten, and Lords.

YOU

OUR lordship is the most patient man in lofs, the coldeft that ever turn'd up ace. Clot. It would make any man cold to lofe

I Lord. But not every man patient, after the noble temper of your lordship; you are moft hot, and furious, when you win.

Clot. Winning will put any man into courage: If I could get this foolish Imogen, I fhould have gold enough: It's almoft morning, is't not?did w

1 Lord. Day, my Lord. orous bus Clot. I would, this mufick would come: I am advifed to give her mufick o' mornings; penetrate.

they fay, it will

Enter Muficians. wh bol

Come on, tune; if you can penetrate her with your fingering, fo; we'll try with tongue too; if none will

and, look, the gentle Day,

Before the Wheels of Phoebus, round about
Dapples the drowfie Eaft with Spots of grey.

Much Ado &c.

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And fee, the Morn, in ruffet Mantle clad,

For ruit is dark-brown, grey.

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The grey-ey'd Morn fmiles on the frowning Night, eis!
Check ring the Eastern Clouds with Streaks of Light.

&c &c. &c.

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do, let her remain: but I'll never give o'er. First, a very excellent good conceited thing; after, a wonderful fweet air with admirable rich words to it; and then let her confider.

Hark, bark! the lark at heav'n's gate fings,
And Phoebus 'gins arife,

His feeds to water at thofe fprings
On chalic'd flowers that lyes:

And winking Mary-buds begin 1998 To ope their golden eyes; With every thing that pretty is, Son My lady fweet, arife: Arife, arife.

So, get you gone if this penetrate, I will confider your mufick the better: if it do not, it is a vice in her cars, which horfe-hairs, and cats-guts, nor the voice of unpav'd eunuch to boot, can never amend,

[Exeunt Musicians.

Enter Queen and Cymbeline.

2 Lord. Here comes the King.

Clot. I am glad I was up fo late, for that's the reafon I was up fo early: he cannot chufe but take this service I have done, fatherly. Good morrow to your Majefty, and to my gracious Mother.

Cam. Attend you here the door of our ftern daughter? Will the not forth?

Clot. I have affail'd her with muficks, 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 remembrance out,
And then she's yours.

Queen. You are moft bound to th' King,
Who lets go by no vantages, that may
Prefer you to his daughter. Frame your felf
To orderly Sollicits; and be friended

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With aptness of the feafon; make denials

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VAL. Clot. Senfelefs? not fo to slood sidT.

Enter a Meffenger.wband

Mef. So like you, Sir, Ambaffadors from Rome The one is Caius Lucius.

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Cym. A worthy fellow, Albeit he comes on angry purpofe now; boom! But that's no fault of his: we must receive him

According to the Honour of his Sender; udsdorug to¶ And towards himself, his goodness fore-fpent on us, I

We must extend our notice:

Our dear Son, When you have giv'n good morning to your mistress, Attend the Queen and us; we fhall have need T'employ you towards this Roman. Come, our Queen

[Exeunt. if not,

Clot. If the be up, I'll speak with her; Let her lye ftill, and dream. By your leave

ho!

Knocks,

what,
'tis gold,

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I know, her women are about her
If I do line one of their hands?
Which buys admittance, (oft it doth,) yea, makes
Diana's rangers falfe themfelves, yield up

Their deer to th' Stand o'th' ftealer: and 'tis gold,
Which makes the true man kill'd, and faves the thief;
Nay, fometimes, hangs both thief and true-man: what
Can it not do, and undo? I will make

felf. 3

One of her women lawyer to me, for
I yet not understand the cafe my
By your leave.

[Knocks.