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Will force him think I have pick'd the lock, and
[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. Clo. I would this musick would come: I am ad
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.
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 Phæbus 'gins arise,
On chalic'd flowers that lies;s
To ope their golden eyes;
Arise, arisé. 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.
5 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. 6 And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes ;] I'he marigold is supposed to shut itself up at sun-set.
- 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; She hath not yet forgot him: some more time Must wear the print of his remembrance out, And then she's
yours. Queen. You are most bound to the king; Who lets go by no vantages, that may Prefer you to his daughter: Frame yourself To orderly solicits;9 and be friended With aptness of the season: make denials Increase your services: so seem, as if You were inspir’d to do those duties which You tender to her; that you in all obey her, Save when command to your dismission tends, And therein you are senseless. Clo.
Senseless? not so.
Enter a Messenger. Mess. So like you, sir, ambassadors from Rome; The one is Caius Lucius. Cym.
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
have given good morning to your
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:
By your leave.
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.
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
Clo. Good-morrow, fairest sister: Your sweet
Still, I swear, I love
you. Imo. If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me: If you swear still, your recompense is still That I regard it not. Clo.
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: