ページの画像
PDF
ePub

ears, which horse-hair 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 reason I was up so early; he cannot chuse but take this service I have done fatherly. Good morrow to your Majesty, and to my gracious mother.

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

[ocr errors]

Clot. I have affail'd her with mufic, but the vouch fafes no notice.

Cym. The exile of her minion is too new.;
She hath not yet forgot him: some more time
Muft wear the print of his remembrance out,
And then fhe's your's.

Queen. You are most bound to the King,
Who lets go by no vantages that may
Prefer you to his daughter, Frame yourself
To orderly folicits, and be friended
With aptness of the season; make denials
Increase your fervices; fo feem, as if
You were infpir'd to do those duties which
You tender to her: that you in all obey her,
Save when command to your dismission tends,
And therein you are fenfelefs.

Clot. Senfelefs? not fo.

Enter a Messenger.

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

Cym. A worthy fellow,

Albeit he comes on angry purpose now;

B that's no fault of his: we must receive him
According to the honour of his fender;

And towards himself, his goodness fore-fpent on us,
We must extend our notice. Our dear fon,
When you have giv'n good morning to your mistress,

.e, the good offices done by him to us heretofore.

Attend the Queen and us; we shall have need T'employ you towards this Roman. Come, our Queen.

SCENE IV.

[Exeunt.

Clot. If the be up, I'll fpeak with her; if not, Let her lie ftill, and dream. By your leave, ho!

—what,

[Knocks.

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

Their deer to th' ftand o' th' tealer: 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

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

By your

Enter a Lady.

Lady. Who's there that knocks?

Clot. A Gentleman.

Lady No more ?

Clot Yes, and a gentlewoman's fon.

Lady That's more

[Knocks,

Than fome, whose tailors are as dear as your's,
Can juftly boast of. What's your Lordship's pleafure?
Ciot. Your lady's perfon; is fhe ready?

Lady. Ay, to keep her chamber

Clot. There is gold for you, fell me your good report, Lady. How, my good name? or to report of you What I fhall think is good? The Princess

Enter Imogen.

Clot. Good morrow, faireft: fifter, 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 fcarce can fpare them.

Clot. Still I fwear, I love you.

Imo If you but faid fo, 'twere as deep with me:
VOL. VII,
R

If you fwear ftill, your recompence is ftill
That I regard it not.

Clot. This is no answer.

Imo. But that you shall not fay I yield, being filent,
I would not speak. I pray you, spare me— faith,
I fhall unfold equal difcourtesy

To your belt kindness: one of your great knowing
Should learn (being tort) forbearance.

Glot. To leave you in your madnefs, 'twere my fin: I will not.

Imo. Fools cure 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;
That cures us both. I am much forry, Sir,
You put me to forget a lady's manners
By being fo verbal and learn now for all,
That I, who know my heart, do here pronounce
By th' very truth of it, I care not for

:

And am fo near the lack of charity

you:

T'accuse myself, I hate you: which I had rather
You felt, than make my boast.

Clot. You fin against

Obedience, which you owe your

father. For

The contract you pretend with that base wretch,
(One bred of alms, and fofter'd with cold dishes,
With fcraps o' th' court), it is no contract, none:
And though it be allow'd in meaner parties,
(Yet who than he more mean?) to knit their fouls
On whom there is no more dependency
But brats and beggary) in felf-finger'd knot;
Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by
The confequence o' th' crown; and muft not foil
The precious note of it with a bafe flave,
A hilding for a livery, a fquire's cloth;
A pantler; not fo eminent..

Imo. Profane fellow !

Wert thou the fon of Jupiter, and no more
But what thou art befides, thou wert too base
To be his groom: thou wert dignify'd enough,
Ev'n to the point of envy, if 'twere made
Comparative for your virtues, to be ftyl'd

The under-hangman of his realm; and hated
For being preferr'd fo well.

Clot. The fouth-fog rot him?

Imo He never can meet more mischance, than come
To be but nam'd of thee, His meaneft garment,
That ever had but clipp'd his body, 's dearer

In my refpect, than all the hairs above thee,
Were they all made fuch men,

Enter Pifanio.

How now,

Clot. His garment? now, the devil

Pifanio?

Imo. To Dorothy, my woman, hie 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 King in Europe.

I do think,

I faw't this morning; confident I am,

Last night 'twas on my arm; I kissed it:

I hope it be not gone, to tell my Lord
That I kifs aught but him.

Pif. 'Twill not be loft.

Imo. I hope fo; go, and fearch.

Clot. You have abus'd me

His meanest garment?

Imo. Ay, I faid fo, Sir;

[Exit Pifanio.

If you will make't an action, call witness to't.
Clot. I will inform your father.

Imo Your mother too;

She's my good lady; and will conceive, I hope,

But the worst of me.

So I leave you, Sir,

To th' worst of difcontent.

Clot. I'll be reveng'd.

His meanest garment?-well.

SCENE V.

[Exit.

[Exit.

Changes to Rome.

Enter Pofthumus, and Philario.

Poft. Fear it not, Sir; I would I were so sure

To win the King, as I am bold her honour

Will remain her's.

Phi What means do you make to him?

Poft. Not any, but abide the change of time; Quake in the present winter's state, and wish

That warmer days would come; in these fear'd hopes I barely gratify your love; they failing,

I must die much your debtor.

Phi. Your very goodness, and your company, O'erpays all I can do. By this, your King Hath heard of great Auguftus; Caius Lucius Will do's commiffion throughly.

And I think

He'll grant the tribute; fend th' arrearages,

Ere look upon our Romans, whose remembrance
Is yet fresh in their grief.

Poft. I do believe,

(Statift though I am none, nor like to be),
That this fhall prove a war; and you shall hear
The legions, now in Gallia, fooner landed
In our not-fearing Britain, than have tidings
Of any penny tribute paid. Our countrymen
Are men more order'd, than when Julius Cæfar
Smil'd at their lack of skill, but found their courage
Worthy of frowning at. Their difcipline,

Now mingled with their courages, will make known
To their approvers *, they are people fuch
As mend upon the world,

SCENE VI. Enter Iachimo.

Phil. See, Iachimo.

Poft. Sure, the fwift harts have pofted you by land, And winds of all the corners kifs'd your fails,

To make your veffel nimble.

Phi. Welcome. Sir.

Poft. I hope the briefnefs of your answer made The speediness of your return,

lach. Your lady

Is of the fairest I e'er look'd upon.

Poft And, therewithal, the beft; or let her beauty Look through a cafement to allure falfe hearts,

And be falle with them.

Iach. Here are letters for

ise, to those who try them.

you

« 前へ次へ »