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To have them in safe ftowage : may it it please you.
To take them in protection?

Imo. Willingly ;
And pawn mine honour for their safety. Since
My Lord hath intrest in them, I will keep them
In my bed-chamber.

lach. 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.,

lach. Yes, I beseech you : or I shall short my word, By length’ning my return. From Gallia Icrols d the seas on purpose, and on promise To see

your

Grace.
Iach. I thank you for your pains ;
But not away to-morrow?

lach. O Imult, Madam.
Therefore I shall beseech you, if you please
To greet your Lord with writing, do't to-night..
I have outstood my time, which is material
To thi tender of our present.

Imo. I will write ::
Send your truok to me, it shall safe be kept,
And truly yielded you. You're very welcome.

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Cymbeline's palace.

Enter Cloten and two Lords. Glót: A S there ever man had such luck! when

I kils'd the jack upon an up-cast, to be hit away! I had an hundred pound on’t ; and then a whorefon jack-an apes tnult take me up for iwearing, as if I borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure.

I 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..

[Aside.

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Clot. When a gentleman is dispos'd to swear, it is not for any landers-by to cortail his oaths. Ha ? 2 Lord. No, my Lord ; por crop the ears of them.

[ A fide. Clot. Whoreson dog! I give him satisfaction ? 'would he had been one of my raok. 2 Lord. To have imelt like a fool.

[ Aside. Clot, I am not vex'd 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-fave 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'lt thou ?

2 Lord. It is not fit your Lordship should undertake every companion that you give offence to,

Clot. No, I know that ; but it is fit I should commit offence to my inferiors.

2 Lord Ay, it is fit for your Lordfhip only Glot. Why, so I say.

1 Lord Did you hear of a stranger that's come to court to night?

Clot. A ltranger, 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 Leopatus's friends.

Clot. Leonatus! a banith'd rascal; and he's another, whatsoever he be, Who told you of this stranger ?

i Lord. One of your Lordship's pagès.

Glot. Is it fit I went to look upon him ? is there to derogation in't?

2 Lord. You cannot derogate, my Lord, Clot. Not easily, I think.

2 Lord, You are a tool granted, therefore your ifues being foolish do not derogate.

[4 fide, Clot. Come, I'li go see this Italian: what I have lost to day at bowis, I ll wid toonight of him. Come: go. 2 Lord. I'll attend your Lorship.

[Exit Clot: That such a crafty devil as his mothes,

Should yield the world this ass ! a woman thas
Bears all down with her brain.; and this her son
Cannot take two from twenty for his heart,
And leave eighteen. Alas, poor Princess,
Thou divine (mogen, what thou endur'st !
Betwixt a father by thy stepdame governd,
A mother hourly coining plots ; a wooer,
More hateful than the foul expulsion is
Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act
Of the divorce hell-made. The heav'ns hold firma,
The walls of thy dear honour; keep unshak'd
That temple thy fair mind, that thou may 'It Hand
T' enjoy thy banilh'd Lord, and this great land!

(Exeuns S: CE N E II. 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. Almost midnight, Madam.

Imo. I have read three hours then, mine eyes are weaks,
Fold down the leaf where I have left ; to bed.
Take not away the taper, leave it burning :
And if thou canst awake by four o'th'clock,
I pr’ythee, call me --feep hath feiz'd me who!ly.

[Exit Lady. To your protection I commend me, gods ; From fairies, and the tempters of the night, Guard me, 'beseech ye.

[Sleeps. (lachimo rises from the trunk, Iach. The crickets fing, and man's o'er-labour'd sense. Repairs itself by reft : our Tarquin thus Did softly press the rushes, ere he waken'd The chastity he wounded. Cytherea, How bravely thou becom'st thy bed! fresh lily, And whiter than the sheets ! that I might touch, But kiss, one kiss-rubies unparagon'd How dearly they do't ! ’lis her breathing that

Perfumes the chamber thus : the flame o' th’ taper
Bows tow’rd her, and would under-peep her lids,
To see th' inclofed light, now canopy'd
Under those windows : white with azure lac'd,
The blue of heav'n's own tine -Bui my design's
To note the chamber I will write all down,
Such and such pictures there, the window,-fuchy
Th’adornment of her bed the arras, figures
Why, h, and such-and the contents on th' story-
Ah, but fome nat'ral notes about her body,
Above ten thousand meaner moveables,
Would teftify, t'inrich my inventory.
o Sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her!
And be her sense but as a monument,
Thus in a chapel lying ! Come off, come off..

[Taking off her bracelet,
As slipp'ry, as the Gordian knot was hard,
'Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly,
As strongly as the conscience does within,
To th’madding of her Lord. On her left breat
A mole cinque Tpotted, like the crimfon drops
l'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 treasure of her honour. No more to what end?
Why should I write this down, that's rivetted,
Screw'd to my mem'ry? She 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 lhut the spring of it,
Swift, swift, you dragons of the night! that dawning
May bear the raven's eye* : I lodge in fear,
Though this a heav'nly angel, hell is here. [Clock ftrikes..
One, two, three : time, time!

[Goes into the trunk, the scene clofesa

* The raven's eye is remarkably large and grey

S CE N E III. Changes to another part of the palace facing Imogen's apart. ments,

Enter Cloten, and Lords, 1 Lord. Your Lordship is the most patient man in: loss, the coldest that ever turn'd up ace.

Clot. It would make any man cold to lose.

i Lord. But not every man patient, after the noble temper of your Lordihip; you are most hot and furious when you

win, Clot. Winning will put any man into courage : if I could get this foolish Imogen, I shou'd have gold enough. 'I is almost morning, is't not?

i Lord. Day, my Lord.

Clot. I would this music would come ! I am advis'd. to give her music o'mornings; they say it will penetrate,

Enter Musicians. Come on, tune ; if you can penetrate her with your fingering, so; 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 wonder. ful sweet air, with admirable rich words to it; and then let her conlider.

S 0 N G.
Hark, hark! the lark at heav'n's gate sings,

And Phæbus.'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs

On chalic'd flowers that lies *
And winking Mary-buds, begin

To ope their golden eyes,
With every thing that pretty bin:
My Lady /gueet, arise :

Arife, arise. So, get you gone--if this penetrate, I will conlider your mufic the better: if it do not, it is a vice in her

* i. e. the morning-fun dries up the dew which lies in the cups of howers.

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