↑ Lord, You cannot derogate, my Lord. Clot. Not easily, I think. 2 Lord. You are a fool granted, therefore your iffues being foolish do not derogate. [Afide Clot. Come, I'll go fee this Italian: what I have loft to-day at bowls, I'll win to-night of him. Come; go. 2 Lord. I'll attend your Lordship. [Exit Cloten.. That fuch a crafty devil as his mother, Should yield the world this afs-a woman that Changes to a magnificent Bed-Chamber; in one part of it a large trunk. Imogen is difcovered reading in her bed, a Lady attending. Imo. Who's there? my woman Helen? Imo. What hour is it? Lady. Almoft midnight, Madam. Into. I have read three hours then, mine eyes are weak; Fold down the leaf where I have left. To bed. To your protection I commend me, Gods; [Sleeps. [fenfe [lachimo rifes from the trunk. Iach. The crickets fing, and man's o'er-labour'd Repairs itfelf by reft. Our Tarquin thus Did foftly prefs the rushes *, ere he waken'd The chafity he wounded. Cytherea, How bravely thou becom'ft thy bed! fresh lily, And whiter than the fheets! that I might touch, But kifs, one kifs-rubies unparagon'd, How dearly they do't!-'tis her breathing that Under thefe windows: white and azure! lac'd It was the custom, in the time of our author, to strew chambers with rules, as we now cover them with care pets. Johnjon. Why should I write this down that's rivetted, One, two, three: time, time! [Clock ftrikes. [Goes into the trunk, the Scene clofes. SCENE III. Changes to another part of the Palace, facing Imogen's Apartments. Enter Cloten and Lords. 1 Lord. Your Lordship is the most patient man in loss, the coldest that ever turn'd up ́ace. Clot. It would make any man cold to lose. 1 Lord. But not every man patient, after the no→ ble temper of your Lordfhip': you are most hot and furious when you win. Clot. Winning will put any man into courage. If I could get this foolish Imogen, I thould have gold enough. It's almost morning, is't not?. 1 Lord. Day, my Lord. Clot. I would this mufic would come: I'am advis'd to give her mufic o' mornings; they fay it will penetrate. Enter Maficians. Come on. Tune. If you can penetrate her with your fingering, fo: 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 fweet air with admirable rich words to it; and then let her confider. SONG. Hark, hark! the lark at heav'n's gate fings, And Phebus 'gins drife, His feeds to water at thofe fprings And winking Mary-buds begin ** With every thing that pretty bin, So, get you gone. If this penetrate, I will confi- Enter Queen and Cymbeline. 2 Lord. Here comes the King. Glot. I am glad I was up fo late, for that's the realon I was up fo early: he cannot chufe but take this fervice I have done fatherly. Good morrow to your Majefty, and to my gracious mother. Cym. Attend you here the door of our ftern daugh Will the not forth? [ter? Clot. I have affail'd her with mafies, but fhe vouchfafes no notice. Cym. The exile of her minion is too new, Queen. You are most bound to th' King, i. e. the morning fun dries up the dew which lyes in the cups of flowers. Warburton. You tender to her: that you in all obey her, Clot. Sentelefs? not fo. Enter a Mesenger. Mef. So like you, Sir, ambaffadors from Rome; : The one is Caius Lucius. Cym. A worthy fellow, Albeit he comes on angry purpofe now: But that's no fault of his; we must receive him And towards himself, his goodness forespent on ust, . When you have giv'n good morning to your miftrefs, Attend the Queen and us; we shall have need T'employ you towards this Roman. Come, our [Exeunt. Queen. Clot. If he be up, I'll fpeak with her; if not, Let her ly ftill, and dream. By your leave, ho! [Knocks. I know her women are about her. What Their deer to th' ftand o' th' ftealer and 'tis gold Enter a Lady. for Lady. Who's there, that knocks? Clot. A Gentleman. [What [Knocks Lady. No more? † i. e. the good offices done by him to us heretofore. Warburton. |