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Of thy assault: if he shall think it fit,
A saucy stranger, in his court, to mart.
As in a Romish stew, and to expound
His beastly mind to us; he hath a court
He little cares for, and a daughter whom
He not respects at all. What ho, Pisanio !

Iach. O happy Leonatus! I may say;
The credit, that thy lady hath of thee,
Deserves thy trust; and thy most perfect goodness
Her assur'd credit !- Blessed live you long!.
A lady to the worthiest sir, that ever
Country call'd his ! and you his mistress, only
For the most worthiest fit! Give me your pardon.
I have spoke this, to know if your affiance
Were deeply rooted ; and shall make your lord
That which he is, new o'er : And he is one
The truest manner'd; such a holy witch,
That he enchants societies unto him :
Half all men's hearts are his.
Imo.

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.

Iach.

Imo.

Pray, what is't ?
Iach. Some dozen Romans of us, and your lord,
(The best feather of our wing) have mingled sums,
To buy a present for the emperor;
Which I, the factor for the rest, have done
In France : 'Tis plate, of rare device; and jewels,
Of. rich and exquisite form ; their values great ;

And I am something curious, being strange,
• To have them in safe stowage ; May it please you
To take them in protection?
Imo.

Willingly;
And pawn mine honour for their safety : since
My lord hath interest in them, I will keep them
In my bed-chamber.

They are in a trunk,
Attended by my men: I will make bold
To send them to you, only for this night;
I must aboard to-morrow.
Imo.

O, no, no.
Iach. Yes, I beseech; or I shall short my word,
By length’ning my return. From Gallia.
I cross'd the seas on purpose, and on promise
To see your grace.

I thank you for your pains ;
But not away to-morrow?
Iach.

O, I must, madam :
Therefore, I shall beseech you, if you please
To greet your lord with writing, do't to-night: .
I have outstood my time; which is material
To the tender of our present.
Imo.

I will write.
Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept,
And truly yielded you : You are very welcome.

[Exeunt.

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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.

[Aside.

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.
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!

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!
Betwixt a father by thy step-dame govern'd;
A mother hourly coining plots; a wooer,
More hateful than the foul expulsion is
Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act
Of the divorce he'd make! The heavens hold firm
The walls of thy dear honour; keep unshak'd
That temple, thy fair mind; that thou may'st stand,
To enjoy thy banish'd lord, and this great land !

[E.rit.

SCENE II.
A Bed-chamber; in one Part of it a Trunk.
Imogen reading in her Bed; a Lady attending.
Imo. Who's there? my woman Helen?
Lady. .

Please you, madam.
Imo. What hour is it?
Lady.

Almost midnight, madam.
Imo. I have read three hours then: mine eyes-

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

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