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Pray, what is't?
They are in a trunk,
O, no, no.
O, I must, madam:
I will write.
being strange,] i.e. being a stranger.
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, 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.
1 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.
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 companion that you give offence to.
Clo. No, I know that: but it is fit, I should commit offence to my inferiors.
2 Lord. Ay, it is fit for your lordship only. Clo. Why, so I say.
i 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. i 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?
1 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,
every companion--] The use of companion was he same as of fellow now. It was a word of contempt.
Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'st!
A Bed-chamber; in one Part of it a Trunk.
Imogen reading in her Bed; a Lady attending.
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 pr’ythee, 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!
[Sleeps. IACHIMO, from the Trunk. Iach. The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd
Repairs itself by rest: Our Tarquin thus
the rushes,] It was the custom in the time of our
The chastity he wounded.—Cytherea,
-There the window:-
[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 l'the bottom of a cowslip. Here's a voucher, Stronger than ever law could make: this secret
author to strew chambers with rushes, as we now cover them with carpets. • Under these windows:] i. e. her eyelids,
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. STĘEVENS,