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And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes ;
Arise, arise. 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 cats-guts, nor the voice of unpaved 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 so late ; for that's the reason I was up so early: he cannot chufe but take this service I have done fatherly. Good morrow to you majesty, and to my gracious mother. Cym. Attend you here the door of our stern
daughter? Will she not forth?
Clot. I have affaild her with musics, but she vouchsafes no notice.
Cym. The exile of her minion is too new :
Queen. You are most bound to the king,
3 — pretty bin,] is very properly reftored by Hanmer, for pretty is; but he too grammatically reads, With all the things that pretty bin. Johnson. Na
You tender to her; that you in all obey her,
Clot. Senseless ? not fo.
Enter a Messenger.
Cym. A worthy fellow,
[Exeunt. Clot. If she be up, I'll speak with her ; if not, Let her lie still, and dream.-Dy your leave, ho!
- bis goodness forespent on us,] i. e. The good ofices done by him to us heretofore. WARBURTON.
Enter a Lady.
Lady. That's more
Clot. Your lady's person. Is she ready?
you What I shall think is good? The princess
Clot. Still, I swear, I love you.
Imo. If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me:
Clot. This is no answer.
one of your great knowing Should learn being TAUGHT) forbearance.] i. e. A man wba is taught forbearance should learn it. JOHNSON.
Clot. 6 To leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin. I will not.
Imo. Fools are not mad folks.
Imo. As I am mad, I do:
Clot. You sin against
6 To leave you in your madness, 'were my fin.
Imo. Fools are not mad folks.
Imo. As I am mad, I do :) But does she really call him fool? The acutest critic would be puzzled to find it out, as the text sands. The reasoning is perplexed by a flight corruption; and we must refore it thus:
Fools Cure not mad folks. You are mad, says he, and it would be a crime in me to leave you to yourself. Nay, says she, why should you stay? A fool never cured madness. Do you call me fool? replies he, &c. All this is easy and natural. And that cure was certainly the poet's word, I think, is very evident from what Imogen immediately subjoins :
If you'll be patient, I'll no more
That cures us both.i. e. If you'll cease to torture me with your foolish solicitations, I'll cease to thew towards you any thing like madness; so a double cure will be effected of your folly, and my fupposed frenzy. WARRURTON.
Fools are not mad folks.] This, as Cloten very well understands 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. 7 so verbal :--) Is, fo verbose, fo full of talk. Johns.
* The contract you pretend with that base wretch,
Imo. Prophane fellow!
Clot. The fouth fog rot him!
Imo. He never can meet more mischance, than come To be but nam'd of thee. His meanest
garment, That ever hath but clipt his body, is dearer
8 The contract, &c.] Here Shakespeare has not preserved, 6 with his common nicety, the uniformity of character. The speech 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 jutt and well enforced, and its prevalence is allowed throughout all civil nations: as for rudeness, he seems not to be much undermatched. JOHNSON,
in SELF-Figur'd knot ;] This is nonfense. We Thould read,
SELF-FINGER'D knot;] i. e. A knot solely of their own tying, without any regard to parents, or other more publick confiderations. WARBURTON.
But why nonsense? A self-figured knot is a knot formed by yourself. JOHNSON.