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To have them in safe ftowage : may it it please you.
Imo. Willingly ;
lach. They are in a trunk,
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
lach. O Imult, Madam.
Imo. I will write ::
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..
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
(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!
Imo. I have read three hours then, mine eyes are weaks,
[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
[Taking off her bracelet,
[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.
And Phæbus.'gins arise,
On chalic'd flowers that lies *
To ope their golden eyes,
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.