Bows toward her, and would under-peep her Lids, her, [Taking off her Bracelet. As flippery as the Gordian-knot was hard. Though this a heav'nly Angel, Hell is here. [Clock ftrikes. [He goes into the Trunk, the Scene closes. SCENE III. The.Palace. Enter Cloten, and Lords. 1 Lord. Your Lordship is the most patient Man in lofs, the most coldeft that ever turn'd up Ace. Clot. It would make any Man cold to lose. í Lord. 1 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? I Lord. Day, my Lord. Clot. I would this Mufick would come: I am advifed to give her Musick a Mornings, they fay it will penetrate. Enter Muficians. Come on, Tune; if you can penetrate here with your Fingering, fo; we'll try with Tongue too; if none will 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. Song. Hark, hark, the Lark at Heav'n's Gate fings, His Steeds to Water at thofe Springs On chalic'd Flow'rs that lyes: And winking Mary-buds begin to ope their Golden Eyes So, get you gone---if this penetrate, I will confider your Enter Queen and Cymbeline. 2 Lord. Here comes the King. Clot. I am glad I was up fo late, for that's the reason I was up fo early: He cannot chufe but take this Service I have done, Fatherly. Good Morrow to your Majefty, and gracious Mother. Cym. Attend you here the Door of our ftern Daughter? Will the not forth? Clot. I have affail'd her with Muficks, but the vouchsafes no Notice. Cym. The Exile of her Minion is too new. She hath not yet forgot him, fome more time Muft Muft wear the print of his Remembrance out, Queen. You are moft bound to th' King, Clot. Senfelefs? not fo. Enter a Messenger. Mef. So like you, Sir, Ambaffadors from Rome; The one is Caius Lucius. Cym. A worthy Fellow, Albeit he comes on angry purpose now; But that's no Fault of his: We muft receive him And towards himself, his Goodness fore-spent on us When you have given good Morning to your Miftrefs, T'employ you towards this Roman. Come, our Queen. And 'tis Gold Clot. If the be up, I'll speak with her, if not, I [Exeunt. and faves the Thief; and True-man: What [Knocks. Enter Clot. Yes, and a Gentlewoman's Son. Lady. That's more Than fome whofe Tailors are as dear as yours, Clot. There is Gold for Sell me your good Report. you, Lady. How, my good Name? or to report of you What I fhall think is good. The Princefs. Enter Imogen. Clot.Good Morrow Faireft, Sifter your sweet Hand. Imo. Good Morrow, Sir, you lay out too much Pains For purchafing but trouble: the Thanks I give, Is telling you that I am poor of Thanks, And scarce can fpare them. Clot. Still I fwear I love you. Imo. If you'd but said so, 'twere as deep with me: Clot. This is no answer. Imo. But that you shall not fay, I yield being filent, To your best Kindness: One of your great knowing Clot. To leave you in your Madnefs, 'twere my Sin, Imo. Fools are not mad Folks. Clot. Do you call me Fool? Imo. As I am mad I do: If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad, And And am fo near the lack of Charity To accufe my felf, I hate you: which I had rather You felt, than make't my boaft. Clot. You fin against Obedience, which you owe your Father; for Imo. Prophane Fellow: Wert thou the Son of Jupiter, and no more, Clot. The South-fog rot him. Imo. He never can meet more Mifchance, than come To be but nam'd of thee. His meaneft Garment That ever hath but clipt his Body, is dearer In my refpect, than all the Hairs above thee, Were they all made fuch Men. How now, Pifanio? Enter Pifanio. Clot. His Garment? Now the Devil. Imo. To Dorothy, my Woman, hye thee presently. Clot. His Garment ? Imo. I am fprighted with a Fool, Frighted, and angred worfe-Go bid my Woman Search for a Jewel, that too cafually Hath left mine Arm---it was thy Mafter's. Shrew me If I would lofe it for a Revenue Of any Kings in Europe. I do think, |