And

To intreat your grace but in a small request,
yet of moment too, for it concerns
Your lord; myself, and other noble friends,
Are partners in the business.

Imo. Pray, what is't?

Iach. Some dozen Romans of us, and your lord, (The beft feather of our wing) have mingled fums, To buy a present for the emperor;

Which I, the factor for the rest, have done
In France: 'Tis plate, of rare device; and jewels,
Of rich and exquifite form; their values great;
And I am fomething curious, being strange,
To have them in fafe ftowage; May it please you
To take them in protection?

Imo. Willingly;

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And pawn mine honour for their fafety: fince
My lord hath interest in them, I will keep them

In

my bed-chamber.

Iach. They are in a trunk,

Attended by my men: I will make bold

To send them to you, only for this night;

I must aboard to-morrow.

Imo. O, no, no.

Iach. Yes, I befeech; or I fhall fhort my word,

By length'ning my return. From Gallia

I crofs'd the feas on purpose, and on promise

To fee your grace.

Imo. I thank you for your pains;

But not away to-morrow?

Iacb. O, I muft, madam :

Therefore I fhall befeech you, if

you please

To greet your lord with writing, do't to-night:

Arange,]-a ftranger.

VOL. III.

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I have

I have out-ftood my time; which is material
To the tender of our prefent.

Imo. I will write.

Send your trunk to me; it fhall fafe be kept,

And truly yielded you: You are very welcome. [Exeunt.

АСТ II.

SCENE I

Cymbeline's Palace.

Enter Cloten, and two Lords.

Clot. Was there ever man had fuch luck! when I kifs'd the jack upon an up-caft, to be hit away! I had a hundred pound on't: And then a whorefon jackanapes must take me up for fwearing; as if I borrow'd my 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 run all out. [Afide. Clot. When a gentleman is difpos'd to fwear, it is not for any ftanders-by to curtail his oaths: Ha?

1 Lord. No, my lord,

2 Lord. Nor crop the ears of them.

[Afide

Clot. Whorefon dog!I give him fatisfaction?

'Would, he had been one of my rank !

1

[Afide..

2 Lord. To have fmelt like a fool. Clot. I am not vex'd more at any thing in the earth,— A pox on't! I had rather not be fo noble as I am; they dare not fight with me, because of the queen my mother: every jack-flave hath his belly full of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that no body can match.

"2 Lord.

2 Lord. You are a cock and a capon too;

h

crow, cock, with your comb on.

Clot. Sayeft thou?

and you

[Afide.

1 Lord. It is not fit, your lordship fhould undertake. every companion that you give offence to.

Clot. No, I know that: but it is fit, I fhould commit offence to my inferiors.

2 Lord. Ay, it is fit for your lordship only.

Clot. Why, fo I fay.

1 Lord. Did you hear of a stranger, that's come to court to-night?

Clot. A ftranger! and I not know on't!

2 Lord. He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it

not.

[Afide. I Lord. There's an Italian come; and, 'tis thought, one of Leonatus' friends.

Clot. Leonatus! a banifh'd rafcal; and he's another, whatsoever he be.. Who told you of this stranger? 1 Lord. One of your lordship's pages.

Clot. Is it fit, I went to look upon him? Is there no derogation in't?

I Lord. You cannot derogate, my lord.

Clot. Not eafily, I think.

2 Lord. You are a fool granted; therefore your * iffues being foolish, do not derogate.

[Afide Clot. Come, I'll go fee 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 fuch a crafty devil as his mother

Should yield the world this afs! a woman, that

with your comb on.]-like a coxcomb-alluding to the fool's cap, which had a comb like a cock's-with your cap-on.

companion]-fellow.

k iues-words and deeds.

Bears all down with her brain; and this her fon
Cannot take two from twenty for his heart,
And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess,
Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'st!
Betwixt a father by thy ftep-dame govern'd;
A mother hourly coining plots; a wooer,
More hateful than the foul expulfion is
Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act
Of the divorce he'd make! The heavens hold firm
The walls of thy dear honour, keep unfhak'd
That temple, thy fair mind; that thou may'st stand,
To enjoy thy banish'd lord, and this great
land! [Exit.

A Bed-chamber; in one part of it a Trunk.

Imogen reading in her bed; a lady attending.

Imo. Who's there? my woman Helen?

Lady. Please you, madam.

Imo. What hour is it?

Lady. Almoft 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 feiz'd me wholly.

To your protection I commend me, gods!
From fairies, and the tempters of the night,
Guard me, befeech ye!

1 From fairies, &c.]—

[Exit lady.

[Sleeps.

"Reftrain in me the curfed thoughts that nature
"Gives way to in repofe !" MACBETH, A& II. S. 1. Bax.

[Iachimo,

[Lachimo, from the trunk.

Iach. The crickets fing, and man's o'er-labour'd fenfe

Repairs itself by reft: Our Tarquin thus

Did foftly prefs the rushes, ere he waken'd
The chastity he wounded-Cytherea,

How bravely thou becom'ft thy bed! fresh lilly!
And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch!
But kifs; one kifs!-Rubies unparagon'd,
How dearly they do't!-'Tis her breathing that
Perfumes the chamber thus: The flame o' the taper
Bows towards her; and would under-peep her lids,
To fee the inclosed lights, now canopy'd
Under these windows: White with azure lac'd,
With blue of heaven's own tinct.—But my defign?
To note the chamber:-I will write all down:-
Such, and fuch pictures;-There the window :-Such
The adornment of her bed ;-The arras-figures-
Why, fuch, and fuch:-And the contents' o' the story,-
Ah, but fome natural notes about her body,
(Above ten thousand meaner moveables
Would teftify) to enrich mine inventory.

O fleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her!
And be her fenfe but as a monument,

Thus in a chapel lying!Come off, come off;

[Taking off her bracelet,

As flippery, as the Gordian knot was hard!-
'Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly,
As ftrongly as the confcience does within,
To the madding of her lord. On her left breaft

the rubes,]-ufed then, as carpets now.

HENRY IV. Part I, A&t III. S. 1. Gend. POEMS, p. 491. ROMEO AND JULIET, A& I, S. 4. Rom. whiter than the fbeets!]-POEMS, P 422. they do't!-kifs each other. P windows:]-window-fhutters. White with azure lac'd,]-The white fkin laced with blue veinsWhite and azure! lac'd, &c.

the fory,]-fhe had just been reading.

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