Ah, but some natural notes about her body, Why should I write this down, that's riveted, dawning - May bare the raven's eye: lodge in fear; Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here. -- that [Clock strikes. The Scene closes. An Ante-chamber adjoining Imogen's Apartment. Enter CLOTEN and Lords. her ears, which horse-hairs, and cat-guts, 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 musick, 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; Who let's go by no 'vantages, that may Prefer you to his daughter: Frame yourself To orderly solicits; and be friended With aptness of the season: make denials Increase your services: so seem, as if You were inspir'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 senseless. Clo. Senseless? not so. 1 Lord. Your lordship is the most patient man in Albeit he comes on angry purpose now; 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: You 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? But that's no fault of his: We must receive him [Exeunt CYM. QUEEN, Lords, and Mess. Clo. If she be up, I'll speak with her; if not, Let her lie still, and dream. — By your leave, ho![Knocks. I know her women are about her: What Enter a Lady. Lady. Who's there, that knocks? Clo. Lady. [Knocks. A gentleman. No more? That's more Clo. Yes, and a gentlewoman's son. Than some, whose tailors are as dear as yours, To keep her chamber. Ay, Enter PISANIO. Clo. His garment? Now, the devil — 5 Imo. Of any king's in Europe. I do think, Pis. 'Twill not be lost. [Exit Pis. You have abus'd me: Imo. I hope so; go, and search. His meanest garment? This is no answer. Imo. But that you shall not say silent, I would not speak. I pray you, spare me, To your best kindness; one of your great knowing Clo. To leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin: I will not. Imo. Fools are not mad folks. ; 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 sorry, sir, You put me to forget a lady's manners, By being so verbal 2; and learn now, for all, That I, which know my heart, do here pronounce, By the very truth of it, I care not for you; And am so near the lack of charity, (To accuse myself,) I hate you: which I had rather A hilding for a livery, a squire's cloth, Imo. Your mother too : Clo. His meanest garment? SCENE IV. [Exit. I'll be reveng'd: Well. - [Exit. Rome. An Apartment in Philario's House. Enter POSTHUMUS and PHILARIO. Post. Fear it not, sir: would, I were so sure To win the king, as I am bold, her honour Will remain hers. Phi. What means do you make to him? I barely gratify your love; they failing, Phi. Your very goodness, and your company Post. 6 I do believe, (Statist though I am none, nor like to be,) That this will prove a war; and you shall hear The legions, now in Gallia, sooner landed In our not-fearing Britain, than have tidings Of any penny tribute paid. Our countrymen Are men more order'd, than when Julius Cæsar Smil'd at their lack of skill, but found their courage Worthy his frowning at: Their discipline (Now mingled with their courages) will make known To their approvers 7, they are people, such That mend upon the world. Phi. Enter IACHIMO. See! Iachimo? Post. The swiftest harts have posted you by land: And winds of all the corners kiss'd your sails, To make your vessel nimble. Phi. 5 Haunted. 6 Statesmen. Welcome, sir. 7 To those who try them. Iach. Good sir, we must, If you keep covenant: Had I not brought The knowledge of your mistress home, I grant We were to question further: but I now Profess myself the winner of her honour, Together with your ring; and not the wronger Of her, or you, having proceeded but By both your wills. Post. If you can make't apparent, The ring is yours: If not, the foul opinion You had of her pure honour, gains, or loses, Your sword, or mine; or masterless leaves both To who shall find them. Iach. Sir, my circumstances, Being so near the truth, as I will make them, Must first induce you to believe: whose strength I will confirm with oath; which, I doubt not, You'll give me leave to spare, when you shall find You need it not. Post. Once more let me behold it: Is it that Which I left with her? Iach. Jove! Sir, (I thank her,) that: She stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet; Her pretty action did outsell her gift, And yet enrich'd it too: She gave it me, and said, She priz'd it once. Post. To send it me. Iach. May be, she pluck'd it off, She writes so to you? doth she? Post. O, no, no, no; 'tis true. Here, take this [Gives the Ring. too; It is a basilisk unto mine eye, Kills me to look on't: - Let there be no honour, Where there is beauty: truth, where semblance; love, Where there's another man: The vows of women Of no more bondage be, to where they are made, Than they are to their virtues; which is nothing:O, above measure false ! Phi. 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? Very true; Post. 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 steal it! And by a stranger? — No, he hath enjoy'd her. There, take thy hire: and all the fiends of hell Divide themselves between you! Phi. This is not strong enough to be believ'd Of one persuaded well of Post. Iach. Sir, be patient: Never talk on't. If you seek Another stain, as big as hell can hold, Were there no more but it. Iach. I am a counterfeit. Yet my mother seem'd The Dian of that time: so doth my wife · O vengeance, vengeance! I thought her chaste as unsunn'd snow. Could I find out Will you hear more? The nonpareil of this. No swearing. The woman's part in me! For there's no motion It is the woman's part: Be it lying, note it, All faults that may be nam'd, nay that hell knows, Why, her's, in part, or all; but, rather, all: They are not constant, but are changing still skill In a true hate, to pray they have their will: ACT III. Britain. A Room of State in Cym- | The fam'd Cassibelan, who was once at point beline's Palace. (0, giglot fortune!) to master Cæsar's sword, Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright, And Britons strut with courage. Clo. Come, there's no more tribute to be paid: Our kingdom is stronger than it was at that time; and, as I said, there is no more such Cæsars: other of them may have crooked noses; but to owe 8 such straight arms, none. Cym. Son, let your mother end. Clo. We have yet inany 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 ambition, Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed, Luc. For fury not to be resisted: Luc. Let proof speak. Clo. His majesty bids you welcome. Make 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; you fall in the adventure, our crows shall fare the better for you; and there's an end. if Luc. So, sir. Cym. I know your master's pleasure, and he mine: All the remain is, welcome. [Exeunt. SCENE II. - Another Room in the same. Enter PISANIO. Justice, and your father's wrath, should he take me O, for a horse with wings! - Hear'st thou, Pisanio? who O, let me bate, but not like me :-yet long'st,- Pis. How! of adultery? Wherefore write you not How we may steal from hence; and, for the gap What monster's her accuser? Leonatus! O, master! what a strange infection Where horses have been nimbler than the sands A riding suit; no costlier than would fit A franklin's 5 housewife. Pis. Pis. Madam, here is a letter from my lord. Imo. Who? thy lord? that is my lord, Leonatus? O, learn'd indeed were that astronomer, That knew the stars, as I his characters; He'd lay the future open. You good gods, Let what is here contain'd relish of love, Of my lord's health, of his content, yet not, That we two are asunder, let that grieve him, - To morning's holy office: The gates of monarchs (Some griefs are med'cinable;) that is one of them, Are arch'd so high, that giants may jet 6 through, For it doth physick love; of his content, And keep their impious turbans on, without All but in that! Good wax, thy leave: Good morrow to the sun. :Hail, thou fair heaven! be, We house i' the rock, yet use thee not so hardly You bees, that make these locks of counsel! Lovers, As prouder livers do. And men in dangerous bonds pray not alike; Though forfeitures you cast in prison, yet |