I kissed the jack upon an up-cast,' to be hit away! | SCENE II-A bed-chamber; in one part of it I had a hundred pound on't: And then a whoreson a drunk. Imogen reading in her bed; a Lady jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I attending. borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure. 1 Lord. What got he by that? You have broke his pate with your bowl. 2 Lord. If his wit had been like him that broke it, it would have run all out. [Aside. Clo. When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths: Ha? 2 Lord. No, my lord; nor [Aside.] crop the ears of them. Imo. Who's there? my woman Helen? Imo. What hour is it? Please you, madam. Almost midnight, madam: Imo. I have read three hours then: mine eyes Lady. are weak: Fold down the leaf where I have left: To bed; [Exit Lady. Clo. Whoreson dog!—I give him satisfaction? I pr'ythee, call me. Sleep hath seiz'd me wholly. 'Would, he had been one of my rank! 2 Lord. To have smelt like a fool. [Aside. Clo. I am not more vexed at any thing in the earth,-A pox on't! I had rather not be so noble as I am; they dare not fight with me, because of the queen my mother: every jack-slave hath his belly full of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that nobody can match. 2 Lord. You are a cock and capon too; and you crow, cock, with your comb on. Clo. Sayest thou? [Aside. sense [Sleeps. Iachimo, from the trunk. 1 Lord. It is not fit, your lordship should under-And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch! take every companion that you give offence to. Clo. No, I know that: but it is fit, I should commit offence to my inferiors. 2 Lord. Ay, it is fit for your lordship only. Clo. Why, so I say. 1 Lord. Did you hear of a stranger, that's come to court to-night? Clo. A stranger! and I not know on't! it not. [Aside. But kiss; one kiss!-Rubies unparagon'd, Such, and such, pictures :-There the window : Such 6 1 Lord. There's an Italian come; and, 'tis The adornment of her bed ;-The arras, figures, Why, such, and such:-And the contents o'the thought, one of Leonatus' friends. story, Clo. Leonatus? a banished rascal; and he's another, whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger? 1 Lord. One of your lordship's pages. Ah, but some natural notes about her body, Above ten thousand meaner moveables Clo. Is it fit I went to look upon him? Is there And be her sense but as a monument, Thus in a chapel lying!-Come off, come off;[Taking off her bracelet. 2 Lord. You are a fool granted; therefore your "Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly, As slippery, as the Gordian knot was hard! issues being foolish, do not derogate. [Aside. Clo. Come, I'll go see this Italian: What I have As strongly as the conscience does within, lost to-day at bowls, I'll win to-night of him. To the madding of her lord. On her left breast Come, go. A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops I'the bottom of a cowslip: Here's a voucher, Stronger than ever law could make this secret Will force him think I have pick'd the lock, and ta'en 2 Lord. I'll attend your lordship. Of the divorce he'd make! The heavens hold The treasure of her honour. No more. To what Why should I write this down, that's riveted, [Goes into the trunk. The scene closes. (4) It was anciently the custom to strew cham bers with rushes. (5) i. e. The white skin laced with blue veins (6) Tapestry. SCENE III.-An ante-chamber adjoining Imogen's apartment. Enter Cloten and Lords. 1 Lord. Your lordship is the most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turn'd up ace. Clo. It would make any man cold to lose. 1 Lord. But not every man patient, after the noble temper of your lordship; ou are most hot, and furious, when you win. Clo. Winning would put any man into courage: If I could get this foolish Imogen, I should have gold enough: It's almost morning, is't not? 1 Lord. Day, my lord. Clo. I would this music would come: I am advised 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 wonderful sweet air, with admirable rich words to it, and then let her consider. SONG. Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phabus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chalic'd' flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin With every thing that pretty bin: So, get you gone: If this penetrate, I will consider your music the better: if it do not, it is a vice in her ears, which horse-hairs, and cat-guts, nor the voice of unpaved eunuch to boot, can never amend. [Exeunt Musicians. Enter Cymbeline and Queen. 2 Lord. Here comes the king. Clo. I am glad, I was up so late; for that's the reason I was up so early: He cannot choose 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 stern daughter? Will she not forth? Clo. I have assailed her with music, but she vouchsafes no notice. Cym. The exile of her minion is too new; She hath not yet forgot him: some more time Must wear the print of his remembrance out, And then she's yours. Queen. You are most bound to the king; With aptness of the season: make denials Senseless? not so. I would not speak. I pray you, spare me: i'faith, I shall unfold equal discourtesy To your best kindness; one of your great knowing Should learn, being taught, forbearance. Clo. To leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin: I will not. Imo. Fools are not mad folks. Clo. Do you call me fool? Imo. As I am mad, I do: (3) With solicitations not only proper, but welltimed. That cures us both. I am much sorry, sir, (To accuse myself,) I hate you: which I had rather Clo. Imo. Clo. The south fog rot him! Imo. He never can meet more mischance, than come To be but nam'd of thee. His meanest garment, : Clo. His garment? Now, the devil- Imo. Hath left mine arm; it was thy master's: 'shrew me, Of any king's in Europe. I do think, His meanest garment? Imo. To win the king, as I am bold, her honour What means do you make to him? I barely gratify your love; they failing, Phi. Your very goodness, and your company, you Post. Phi. 6 Enter Iachimo. See! Iachimo? Phi. Your lady Look through a casement to allure false hearts, Here are letters for you. 'Tis very like. Sparkles this stone as it was wont? or is't not Iach. Pis. By both your wills. Iach. Post. Iach. First, her bed-chamber (Where, I confess, I slept not; but, profess, Had that was well worth watching,) it was hang'd With tapestry of silk and silver; the story, Proud Cleopatra, when she met her Roman, And Cydnus swell'd above the banks, or for The press of boats, or pride: A piece of work So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive In workmanship, and value; which, I wonder'd, Could be so rarely and exactly wrought, Since the true life on't was Post. This is true; And this you might have heard of here, by me, More particulars Must justify my knowledge. Post. So they must, The chimney Or do your honour injury. Post. This is a thing, Which you might from relation likewise reap; Being, as it is, much spoke of. Iach. The roof o'the chamber With golden cherubins is fretted: Her andirons (I had forgot them,) were two winking Cupids Of silver, each on one foot standing, nicely Depending on their brands.' Post. Have patience, sir, And take your ring again; 'tis not yet won: It may be probable, she lost it; or, Who knows if one of her women, being corrupted, Hath stolen it from her? Post. Very true; And so, I hope, he came by't:-Back my ring;Render to me some corporal sign about her, More evident than this; for this was stolen. Iach. By Jupiter, I had it from her arm. Post. Hark you, he swears; by Jupiter he swears, 'Tis true;-nay, keep the ring 'tis true: I am sure, She would not lose it: her attendants are All sworn and honourable :-They induc'd to steal it? And by a stranger ?—No, he hath enjoy'd her : Is this, she hath bought the name of whore thus dearly. There, take thy hire; and all the fiends of hell Phi. This is not strong enough to be believed Of one persuaded well of Post. She hath been colted by him. Iach. Sir, be patient: Never talk on't; If you seek For further satisfying, under her breast I kiss'd it; and it gave me present hunger Post. Will you hear more? Post. Spare your arithmetic: never count the turns ; This is her honour!-Once, and a million! Let it be granted, you have seen all this (and Iach. Post. The Dian of that time: so dotlr my wife Might well have warm'd old Saturn; that I thought her As chaste as unsunn'd snow:-0, all the devils! All faults that may be nam'd, nay that hell knows, They are not constant, but are changing still ACT III. [Exit. Cym. Now say, what would Augustus Cæsar with us? From off our coast, twice beaten; and his shipping Clo. Coine, there's no more tribute to be paid: Our kingdom is stronger than it was at that time; and, as said, there is no more such Cæsar's: other of them have crooked noses; but, to owe such straight arms, none. Cym. Son, let your mother end. Clo. We have yet many among us can gripe as hard as Cassibelan: I do not say, I am one; but I have a hand-Why tribute?, why should we pay tribute? If Cæsar can hide the sun from us with a blanket, or put the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute for light; else, sir, no more tribute, pray you now. Cym. You must know, Till the injurious Romans did extort This tribute from us, we were free: Cæsar's am- (Which swell'd so much that it did almost stretch Ordain'd our laws; (whose use the sword of Cæsar Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed, SCENE I.-Britain. A room of state in Cymbe-Though Rome be therefore angry;) Mulmutius, line's palace. Enter Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, Who was the first of Britain, which did put and Lords, at one door; and at another, Caius His brows within a golden crown, and call'd Lucius, and Attendants. Himself a king. Luc. I am sorry, Cymbeline, That I am to pronounce Augustus Cæsar (Cæsar that hath more kings his servants, than Thyself domestic officers,) thine enemy: Receive it from me, then :--War, and confusion, In Cæsar's name pronounce I 'gainst thee: look For fury not to be resisted:-Thus defied, I thank thee for myself. Cym. Thou art welcome, Caius Thy Cæsar knighted me; my youth I spent Much under him; of him I gather'd honour; Luc. When Julius Cæsar (whose remembrance Live's in men's eyes; and will to ears, and tongues, And his succession, granted Rome a tribute, Yearly three thousand pounds; which by thee Which he, to seek of me again, perforce, Is left untender'd. lately There be many Caesars, Ere such another Julius. Britain is A world by it itself; and we will nothing pay, Queen. Cæsar made here; but made not here his brag, (1) Modesty. Behoves me keep at utterance; I am perfect, Luc. Make Let proof speak. Clo. His majesty bids you welcome. pastime with us a day, or two, longer: If you seek us afterwards in other terms, you shall find us in our salt-water girdle: if you beat us out of it, it is yours; if you fall in the adventure, our crows shall fare the better for you; and there's an end. Luc. So, sir. |