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The chastity he wounded.—Cytherea,
The adornment of her bed;—The arras, figures, Why, such, and such:—And the contents o'the
Ah, but some natural notes about her body,
\_Taking off her Bracelet.
author to strew chambers with rushes, as we now cover them with carpets.
8 Under these windows:] i. e. her eyelids.
5 like the crimson drops
I'the bottom of a cmvslip:] This simile contains the smallest out of a thousand proofs that Shakspeare was an observer of nature, (bough, 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
Why should I write this down, that's rivetted,
May bare the raven's eye: I lodge in fear;
[Clock strikes. One, two, three,—Time, time!
[Goes into the Trunk. The Scene closes.
SCENE III. An Ante-Chamber adjoining Imogen's Apartment.
Enter Cloten and Lords.
1 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.
1 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?
1 Lord. Day, my lord.
Clo. I would this musick would come: I am advised to give her musick o* mornings; they say, it will penetrate.
4 you dragons of the night/] The task of drawing the
chariot of night was assigned to dragons, on account of their supposed watchfulness.
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 heaveris gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
On chalicdjlowers that lies;'
To ope their golden eyes;8
My lady sweet, arise;
So, get you gone: If this penetrate, I will consider your musick the better:7 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. [Exeunt Musicians.
* His steeds to water at those springs
On chaKc'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 falii, whence chalice. 8 And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes;] The marigold is supposed to shut itself up at sun-set.
'1 will consider your musick the better:] \. e. I will pay
yon more amply for it.