And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes;
With every thing that 3 pretty bin,
My lady fweet, arife;
Arife, arife.

So, get you gone :-if this penetrate, I will confider your music the better: if it do not, it is a vice in her ears, which horfe-hairs, and cats-guts, nor the voice of unpaved eunuch to boot, can never amend. [Exeunt Muficians.

Enter Queen and Cymbeline.

2 Lord. Here comes the king.

Clot. I am glad I was up fo late; for that's the reafon I was up fo early: he cannot chufe but take this service I have done fatherly.Good morrow to you majefty, and to my gracious mother.

Cym. Attend you here the door of our stern daughter?

Will he not forth?

Clot. I have affail'd her with mufics, but she vouch fafes no notice.

Cym. The exile of her minion is too new:

She hath not yet forgot him; fome more time
Muft wear the print of his remembrance out,
And then fhe's yours.

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 follicits; and be friended
With aptnefs of the feafon: make denials
Encrease your services: fo feem, as if
You were inspir'd to do those duties which

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pretty bin,] is very properly reftored by Hanmer, for

pretty is; but he too grammatically reads,

With all the things that pretty bin. JOHNSON.

You

You tender to her; that you in all obey her,
Save when command to your difmiffion tends,
And therein you are fenfelefs.

Clot. Senfelefs? not fo.

Enter a Messenger.

Mef. So like you, Sir, ambaffadors from Rome; The one is Caius Lucius.

Cym. A worthy fellow,

Albeit he comes on angry purpose now;

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

And towards himself, 4 his goodness forefpent on us,
We must extend our notice.-Our dear fon,
When you have given good morning to your mistress,
Attend the queen and us; we fhall have need

To employ you towards this Roman. Come, our

queen.

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

I know her women are about her. What,
If I do line one of their hands? 'Tis gold
Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, makes
Diana's rangers, falfe themfelves, yield up

Their deer to the ftand o' the stealer: 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.

By your leave

[Knocks.

his goodness forefpent on us,] i. e. The good offices done by him to us heretofore. WARBURTON.

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

Than fome, whofe taylors are as dear as yours,
Can juftly boast of. What's your lordship's pleasure?
Clot. 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, fairest. Sifter, your fweet 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 scarce can spare them.

Clot. Still, I fwear, I love you.

Imo. If you but faid fo, 'twere as deep with me: If you fwear ftill, your recompence is still

That I regard it not.

Clot. This is no answer.

Imo. But that you fhall not fay I yield, being

filent,

I would not fpeak. I pray you, fpare me :-'faith I fhall unfold equal difcourtely

To your best kindnefs: 5 one of your great knowing Should learn, being taught, forbearance.

one of your great knowing

Should learn (being TAUGHT) forbearance.] i. c. A man who is taught forbearance should learn it. JOHNSON.

N 3

Clot.

Clot. 6 To leave

I will not.

you in your madness, 'twere my fin.

Imo. Fools are 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 7 fo verbal and learn now for all,
That I, who know my heart, do here pronounce,
By the very truth of it, I care not for you;
And am fo near the lack of charity

(To accuse myself) I hate you: which I had rather
You felt, than make't my boaft.

Clot. You fin against

Obedience, which you owe your father. For

6 To leave you

I will not.

in your madness, 'twere my fin.

Imo. Fools ARE not mad folks.

Clot. Do you call me fool?

Imo. As I am mad, I do :] But does fhe really call him fool? The acuteft critic would be puzzled to find it out, as the text ftands. The reafoning is perplexed by a flight corruption; and we muft reftore it thus:

Fools CURE not mad folks.

You are mad, fays he, and it would be a crime in me to leave
you to yourself. Nay, fays fhe, why fhould you stay? A fool
never cured madness. Do you call me fool? replies he, &c.
All this is eafy and natural. And that cure was certainly the
poet's word, I think, is very evident from what Imogen im-
mediately fubjoins:

If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad;

That cures us both.

i. e. If you'll ceafe to torture me with your foolifh folicitations,
I'll cease to fhew towards you any thing like madness; fo a
double cure will be effected of your folly, and my fuppofed
frenzy. WARBURTON.

Focls are not mad folks.] This, as Cloten very well under-
ftands it, is a covert mode of calling him fool. The meaning
implied is this: If I am mad, as you tell me, I am what you
can never be, Fools are not mad folks. STEEVENS.

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So verbal:] Is, fo verbofe, fo full of talk. JOHNS.

The contract you pretend with that base wretch, (One, bred of alms, and fofter'd with cold dishes, With fcraps o' the 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) 9 in felf-figur'd knot; Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by The confequence o' the crown; and must not foil The precious note of it with a base slave, A hilding for a livery, a fquire's cloth; A pantler; not fo eminent.

Imo. Prophane 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,
Even to the point of envy, if 'twere made
Comparative for your virtues, to be stil'd

The under-hangman of his kingdom; 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 hath but clipt his body, is dearer

The contract, &c.] Here Shakespeare has not preferved, with his common nicety, the uniformity of character. The fpeech of Cloten is rough and harsh, but certainly not the talk of one,

Who can't take two from twenty, for his heart,

And leave eighteen.

His argument is juft and well enforced, and its prevalence is allowed throughout all civil nations: as for rudeness, he feems not to be much undermatched. JOHNSON.

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fhould read,

in SELF-FIGUR'D knot;] This is nonfenfe. We

SELF-FINGER'D knot;] i. e. A knot folely of their own tying, without any regard to parents, or other more publick confiderations. WARBURTON.

But why nonfenfe? A felf-figured knot is a knot formed by yourself. JOHNSON.