A mole cinque-fpotted, like the crimson drops
I' the bottom of a cowflip: Here's a voucher,
Stronger than ever law could make this fecret
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 riveted,
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, fwift, you dragons of the night! that dawning
May bare the raven's eye: I lodge in fear;

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Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here. [Clock ftrikes. One, two, three:-Time, time!

[Goes into the trunk: the scene closes.

1 Lord. Your lordship is the most patient man in lofs, the most coldeft that ever turn'd up ace.

Clot. It would make any man cold to lofe.

1 Lord. But not every man patient, after the noble temper of your lordship; You are moft hot, and furious, when you win.

Clot. Winning will 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.

Clot. I would this mufic would come: I am advis'd to give her mufic o' mornings; they fay, it will penetrate.

you dragons of the night!]—" The dragon wing of night”— TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, Vol. II. p. 126, Achil.

* bare the raven's eye :]-open it, awake the raven.

Enter

Enter Muficians.

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 sweet air, with admirable rich words to it,-and then let her confider.

SON G.

Hark! bark! the lark at heaven's gate fings,
And Phabus 'gins arife,

"His feeds to water at thofe fprings
On chalic'd flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes;

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With every thing that pretty bin:

My lady fweet, arise;

Arife, arife.

So, get you gone: If this penetrate, I will

confider

your music the better; if it do not, it is a vice in her ears, which horse-hairs, and cat-guts, nor the voice of Y unpaved eunuch to boot, can never amend.

[Exeunt Muficians.

Enter Cymbeline, and Queen.

2 Lord. Here comes the king.

Clot. I am glad, I was up fo late; for that's the rea

"His feeds to water]-To dry up the dew that lies in the cups of flowers" Each chalic'd.flower jupplies."

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Mary-buds]-Mary-golds.

confider your music the better :]-reward you more amply. being fomething gently confidered."

? unpaved]-caftrated.

WINTER'S TALE, Vol. II. p. 655. Aut..

up so late; &c.]—" Not to be a-bed after midnight, is to be up betimes." TWELFTH NICHT, Vol. II. p. 497. Sir To.

!

fon I was up fo early: He cannot choose but take this service I have done, fatherly.- -Good morrow to your majefty, and to my gracious mother.

Cym. Attend you here the door of our stern daughter? Will fhe not forth?

Clot. I have affail'd her with mufics, but the vouchfafes no notice.

Cym. The exile of her minion is too new;

She hath not yet forgot him: fome more time
Muft wear the print of his refemblance out,
And then fhe's yours.

Queen. You are moft bound to the king;
Who lets go by no vantages, that may
Prefer you to his daughter: Frame yourself
To orderly folicits; and be friended
With aptnefs of the feafon: make denials
Encrease your services: fo feem, as if
You were infpir'd to do thofe duties which
You tender to her; that you in all obey her,
Save when command to your difmiffion tends,
And therein you are senseless.

Clot. Senfelefs? not fo.

Enter a Meflenger.

Mef. So like you, fir, 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

According to the honour of his fender;

And towards himself, his goodness forefpent on us,

Frame yourself to orderly folicits; &c.]-Conform yourself to the ordinary rules of courtship, and take efpecial care that your vifits be well timed.

b his goodness farefpent on us,]-having already experienced his friendship.

Wę

We muft extend our notice.

Our dear fon,

When you have given good morning to your mistress,
Attend the queen, and us; we shall have need
To employ you towards this Roman.-Come, our queen.

[Exeunt.

Clot. If the be up, I'll fpeak with her; if not, Let her lie ftill, and dream.-By your leave, ho!

I know her women are about her; What

If I do line one of their hands? 'Tis gold

[Knocks.

Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and makes Diana's rangers falfe themselves, yield up

Their deer to the ftand o' the stealer: and 'tis gold

Which makes the true man kill'd, and faves the thief; Nay, fometime, hangs both thief and true man: What Can it not do, and undo? I will make

Than fome, whofe taylors are as dear as yours,
Can justly boast of: What's your lordship's pleasure?
Clot. Your lady's perfon: Is the ready?

Lady. Ay, to keep her chamber.

Clot. There's gold for you; fell me your good report. Lady. How! my good name? or to report of

What I fhall think is good?-The prince's

you

falfe themfelves,]-perjure themfelves, betray their trust.
lawyer to me ;)-my advocate.

Enter

Enter Imogen.

Clot. Good-morrow, fairest fifter: Your sweet hand. Imo. Good-morrow, fir: You lay out too much pains For purchafing but trouble: the thanks I give,

Is telling you that I am poor of thanks,

And fearce can spare them.

If

Clot. Still, I fwear, I love you.

Imo. If you but faid fo, 'twere as deep with me: you fwear ftill, your recompence is ftill

That I regard it not.

Clot. This is no answer.

Imo. But that you fhall not fay I yield, being filent, I would not speak. I pray you, fpare me: faith, I fhall unfold equal discourtesy

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To your best kindness: one of your great knowing
Should learn, being taught, forbearance.

Clot. To leave you in your madness, 'twere my fin:

I will not.

f Imo. Fools are not mad folks,

Clot. Do you call me fool?

Imo. As I am mad, I do:

If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad
That cures us both. I am much forry, fir,
You put me to forget a lady's manners,

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By being fo verbal: and learn now, for all,
That I, which know my heart, do here pronounce,
By the very truth of it, I care not for you;
And am fo near the lack of charity,

Should learn, being taught, forbearance.]-Should defift from an hopeless fuit, being repeatedly preffed to do fo.

Fools are not mad folks.]-Fools are in no danger of being, as you fay I am, mad. Fools cure not, &c.

& be patient,]-cease to teafe me with your importunities.

verbal-talkative,

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