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The chastity he wounded. --Cytherea,
. [Taking off her Bracelet.
author to strew chambers with rushes, as we now cover them with carpets.
* Under these windows:] i. e. her eyelids. s- 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 nature, 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
dawnino "ragons of
May bare the raven's eye: I lodge in fear;
[Clock strikes. One, two, three,-Time, time!
Goes into the Trunk. The Scene closes.
An Ante-Chamber adjoining Imogen's Apartment.
Enter Cloten and Lords. i 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?
i Lord. Day, my lord.
*— you 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.
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
On chalic'd flowers that lies;s
To ope their golden eyes;o
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.
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 flowers: The cup of a flower is called calir, whence chalice. . And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes;] The marigold is supposed to shut itself up at sun-set.
i- I will consider your musick the better:] i. e. I will pay you more amply for it.