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Of thy assault: if he shall think it fit,
Iach. O happy Leonatus! I may say;
You make amends. Iach. He sits 'mongst men, like a descended god: He hath a kind of honour sets him off, More than a mortal seeming. Be not angry, Most mighty princess, that I have adventur'd To try your taking of a false report; which hath Honour'd with confirmation your great judgment In the election of a sir so rare, Which you know, cannot err: The love I bear him Made me to fan you thus ; but the gods made you, Unlike all others, chaffless. Pray, your pardon. Imo. All's well, sir: Take my power i’the court
for yours. Iach. My humble thanks. I had almost forgot To entreat your grace but in a small request, And yet of moment too, for it concerns Your lord ; myself, and other noble friends, Are partners in the business.
Pray, what is't ?
And I am something curious, being strange,
They are in a trunk,
O, no, no.
I thank you for your pains ;
O, I must, madam :
I will write.
See your great TOW? 0,1 m
АСТ II. SCENE I. Court before Cymbeline's Palace.
Enter CLOTEN, and Two Lords. Clo. Was there ever man had such luck! when I kissed the jack upon an up-cast,8 to be hit away! I had a hundred pound on't : And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure.
i 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 ran 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.
Clo. Whoreson dog !-I give him satisfaction? '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 no body can match.
2 Lord. You are a cock and capon too; and you crow, cock, with your comb on.
8- kissed the jack upon an up-cast,] He is describing his fate at bowls. The jack is the small bowl at which the others are aimed. He who is nearest to it wins. To kiss the jack is a state of great advantage.
Clo. Sayest thou ?
i Lord. It is not fit, your lordship should undertake every companiono that you give offence to.
Clo. No, I know that: but it is fit, I should com. mit offence to my inferiors.
2 Lord. Ay, it is fit for your lordship only.
1 Lord. Did you hear of a stranger, that's come to court to-night? · Clo. A stranger! and I not know on't!
2 Lord. He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it not.
[Aside. 1 Lord. There's an Italian come; and, 'tis thought, one of Leonatus’ friends.
Clo. Leonatus! a banished rascal ; and he's another, whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger?
i Lord. One of your lordship’s pages.
Clo. Is it fit, I went to look upon him? Is there no derogation in't?
i Lord. You cannot derogate, my lord. Clo. Not easily, I think.
2 Lord. You are a fool granted; therefore your issues being foolish, do not derogate. [Aside.
Clo. Come, I'll go see this Italian : What I have lost to-day at bowls, I'll win to-night of him. Come, go. 2 Lord. I'll attend your lordship.
[Exeunt CLOTEN and first Lord. That such a crafty devil as is his mother Should yield the world this ass ! a woman, that Bears all down with her brain; and this her son Cannot take two from twenty for his heart, And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess,
9- every companion -] The use of companion was the sáme as of fellow now. It was a word of contempt.
Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'st!
Please you, madam.
Almost midnight, madam.
are weak : Fold down the leaf where I have left: To bed : Take not away the taper, leave it burning; And if thou canst awake by four o'the clock, I prythice, call me. Sleep hath seiz'd me wholly.
[Exit Lady. To your protection I commend me, gods! From fairies, and the tempters of the night, Guard me, beseech ye!
T Sleeps. IACHIMO, from the Trunk. Iach. The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd
sense Repairs itself by rest: Our Tarquin thus Did softly press the rushes,' ere he waken'd
press the rushes,] It was the custom in the time of our