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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 meinory? 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 strikese One, two, three-Time, time!
[Goes into the Trunk. The Scene closes.
SCENE III. An Ante-Chamber adjoining Imogen's Apartment.
Enter CĻOTEN 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 sup. posed 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,
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phæbus 'gins arise,
To ope their golden eyes;8
So, get you gone: If this penetraté, 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.
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 calix, whence chalice.
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes;] The marigold is supposed to shut itself up at sun-set.
7- I will consider your musick the better :) i, e. I will pay you more amply for it,
Enter CYMBELINE und Queen. 2 Lord. Here comes the king.
Clo. I am glad, I was up so late; for that's the reason I was up so early: He cannot choose but take this service I have done, fatherly.-Good morrow to your majesty, and to my gracious mother. Cym. Attend you here the door of our stern
daughter? Will she not forth?
Clo. I have assailed her with musick, but she vouchsafes no notice..
Cym. The exile of her minion is too new;
You are most bound to the king;
Senseless? not so.
Enter a Messenger. Mess. So like you, sir, ambassadors from Rome; The one is Caius Lucius. Сут.
A worthy fellow, Albeit he comes on angry purpose now;
8 To orderly solicits ;] i, e. regular courtship, courtship after the established fashion.
But that's no fault of his: We must receive him
mistress, Attend the queen, and us; we shall have need To employ you towards this Roman.-Come, our
Exeunt Cym. Queen, Lords, and Mess. Clo. If she be up, I'll speak with her; if not, Let her lie still, and dream.-By your leave ho!
[Knocks. I know her women are about her; What If I do line one of their hands? 'Tis gold Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and makes Diana's rangers false themselves,' yield up Their deer to the stand of the stealer; and 'tis gold Which makes the true man kill'd, and saves the
thief; Nay, sometime, hangs both thief and true man:
: No more?
9 And towards himself his goodness forespent on us
We must extend our notice.] That is, we must extend towards himself our notice of his goodness heretofore shown to us. Our author has many similar ellipses.
1- false themselves,] Perhaps, in this instance false is not an adjective, but a verb.
Clo. Yes, and a gentlewoman's son.
Clo. Your lady's person; Is she ready?
report. Lady. How! my good name? or to report of you What I shall think is good ?-The princess
For purchasing but trouble: the thanks I give,
Still, I swear, I love you,
This is no answer. Imo. But that you shall not say I yield, being
silent, I would not speak. I pray you, spare me: i'faith, I shall unfold equal discourtesy To your best kindness; one of your great knowing Should learn, being taught, forbearance.
Clo. To leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin: I will not.
Imo. Fools are not mad folks.
Do you call me fool? Imo. As I am mad, I do: