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London Pub. July 2-7807, by F. & C. Rivington, StPauts Church Yard.

The chastity he wounded.-Cytherea, How bravely thou becom'st thy bed! fresh lily! And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch! But kiss ; one kiss !-- Rubies unparagon'd, How dearly they do't-"Tis her breathing that Perfumes the chamber thus : The flame o’the taper Bows toward her ; and would under-peep her lids, To see the enclosed lights, now, canopied Under these windows :2 White and azure, lac'd With blue of heaven's own tinct.--But my design? To note the chamber :- I will write all down :Such, and such, pictures :--There the window :

Such
The adornment of her bed ;-The arras, figures,
Why, such, and such :-And the contents o’the

story,-
Ah, but some natural notes about her body,
Above ten thousand meaner moveables
Would testify, to enrich mine inventory:
O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her!
And be her sense but as a monument,
Thus in a chapel lying Come off, come off;

[Taking off her Bracelet, As slippery, as the Gordian knot was hard ! 'Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly, · As strongly as the conscience does within, To the madding of her lord. On her left breast A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops I'the bottom of a cowslip. Here's a voucher, Stronger than ever law could make: this secret

author to strew chambers with fushes, as we now cover them with carpets.

? Under these windows;] i. e. her eyelids. 3 like the crimson drops

I the bottom of a cowslip :) This simile contains the smallest out of a thousand proofs that Shakspeare was an observer of na. ture, though, in this instance, no very accurate describer of it, for the drops alluded to are of a deep yellow, STEEVENS,

Will force him think I have pick'd the lock, and

ta'en The treasure of her honour. No more.—To what

end? Why should I write this down, that's rivetted, Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading late The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd down, Where Philomel gave up ;-I have enough: To the trunk again, and shut the spring of it. Swift, swift, you dragons of the night!--that

dawning May bare the raven's eye: I lodge in fear; Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here.

[Clock strikes. One, two, three,—Time, time!

[Goes into the Trunk. The Scene closes.

TEN

SCENE III. An Ante-Chamber adjoining Imogen's Apartment.

Enter Cloten and Lords. 1 Lord. Your lordship is the most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace.

Clo. It would make any man cold to lose.

i 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?

1 Lord. Day, my lord.
Clo. I would this musick would come: I am ad-

4 y ou dragons of the night !] The task of drawing the chariot of night was assigned to dragons, on account of their supposed watchfulness.

vised to give her musick o' mornings ; they say, it will penetrate.

Enter Musicians. Come on; tune: If you can penetrate her with your fingering, so; we'll try with tongue too : if none will do, let her remain; but I'll never give o'er. First, a very excellent good-conceited thing; after, a wonderful sweet air, with admirable rich words to it, and then let her consider. ,

SONG.
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,

And Phæbus gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs

On chalic'd flowers that lies ; 5
And winking Mary-buds begin

To ope their golden eyes ;ó
With every thing that pretty bin:
My lady sweet, arise ;

Arise, arise. So, get you gone : If this penetrate, I will consider your musick 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.

s His steeds to water at those springs

On chalic'd flowers that lies ;] i. e. the morning sun dries up the dew which lies in the cups of Aowers: The cup of a flower is called calix, whence chalice. 6 And winking Mary-buds begin

To ope their golden eyes ;] The marigold is supposed to shut itself up at sun-set.

I will consider your musick the better :] i.e. I will pay you more amply for it.

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