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tation: and, to bar your offence herein too, I durst attempt it against any lady in the world. Post. You are a great deal abused in too bold a persuasion; and I doubt not you sustain what you're worthy of, by your attempt. Iach. What's that?
Post. A repulse: Though your attempt, as you call it, deserve more; a punishment too. Phi. Gentlemen, enough of this: it came in too suddenly; let it die as it was born, and, I pray you, be better acquainted.
Iach. 'Would I had put my estate, and my neighbour's, on the approbation of what I have spoke.
Post. What lady would you choose to assail? Jach. Yours; whom in constancy, you think, stands so safe. I will lay you ten thousand ducats to your ring, that, commend me to the court where your lady is, with no more advantage than the opportunity of a second conference, and I will bring from thence that honour of hers, which you imagine so reserved. Post. I will wage against your gold, gold to it: my ring I hold dear as my finger; 'tis part of it.
Iach. You are a friend, and therein the wiser. If you buy ladies' flesh at a million a dram, you cannot preserve it from tainting: But, I see, you have some religion in you, that you fear. Post. This is but a custom in your tongue; you bear a graver purpose, I hope.
lach. I am the master of my speeches; and would undergo what's spoken, I swear.
Post. Will you?-I shall but lend my diamond till your return:-Let there be covenants drawn between us: My mistress exceeds in goodness the hugeness of your unworthy thinking: I dare you to this match: here's my ring. Phi. I will have it no lay.
Iach. By the gods it is one:-If I bring you no sufficient testimony that I have enjoyed the dearest bodily part of your mistress, my ten thousand ducats are yours; so is your diamond too. If I come off, and leave her in such honour as you have trust in, she your jewel, this your jewel, and my gold are yours:-provided, I have your commendation, for my more free
lach. Your hand; a covenant: We will have these things set down by lawful counsel, and straight away for Britain; lest the bargain should catch cold, and starve: I will fetch my gold, and have our two wagers recorded. Post. Agreed.
[Exeunt POSTHUMUS and IACHIMO. French. Will this hold, think you? Phi. Signior Iachimo will not from it. Pray, let us follow 'em.
SCENE VI.-Britain.-A Room in CYMBELINE'S Palace.
Enter QUEEN, LADIES, and CORNELIUS. Queen. Whiles yet the dew's on ground, ther those flowers;
Make haste: Who has the note of them?
1 Lady. I, madam. Queen. Despatch.
Now, master doctor; have you brought those drugs?
Cor. Pleaseth your highness, ay: here they are, madam: [Presenting a small Box. But I beseech your grace, (without offence; My conscience bids me ask;) wherefore you have [pounds, Commanded of me these most poisonous comWhich are the movers of a languishing death; But, though slow, deadly? Queen. I do wonder, doctor, [been Thou ask'st me such a question: Have I not Thy pupil long? Hast thou not learn'd me how To make perfumes? distil? preserve? yea, so, That our great king himself doth woo me oft For my confections? Having thus far proceeded,
(Unless thou think'st me devilish,) is't not meet
To try the vigour of them, and apply
[heart: ctice but make hard your
these effects will be infectious.
Here comes a flattering rascal; upon him Will I first work: he's for his master, [Aside. And enemy to my son.-How now, Pisanio?Doctor, your service for this time is ended; Take your own way.
Cor. I do suspect you, madam; But you shall do no harm. [Aside. Queen. Hark thee, a word. [TO PISANIO. Cor. [Aside.] I do not like her. She doth think, she has
Strange lingering poisons: I do know her spirit,
So to be false with her.
Queen. No further service, doctor, Until I send for thee.
Cor. I humbly ke my leave.
thout in time
She will not quenca;t and let instructions enter
I'll tell thee, on the instant, thou art then
A day's work in him: What shalt thou expect,
Arm me, audacity, from head to foot!
Imo. [Reads.]-He is one of the noblest note, to whose kindness I am most infinitely tied. Retruest
So much as but to prop him?-Thou tak'st up
It is a thing I made, which hath the king
What is more cordial :-Nay, I pr'ythee, take
So far I read aloud:
But even the very middle of [it; heart my Is warm'd by the rest, and takes it thankfulYou are as welcome, worthy Sir, as I Have words to bid you; and shall find it so, In all that I can do.
That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how
Thou hast thy mistress still; to boot, my son,
Not to be shak'd: the agent for his master;
Except she bend her humour, shall be assur'd Re-enter PISANIO, and LADIES.
To taste of too.-So, so;-well done, well done :
The violets, cowslips, and the primroses, Bear to my closet;-Fare thee well, Pisanio; Think on my words.
[Exeunt QUEEN and LADIES. Pis. And shall do: But when to my good lord I prove untrue, I'll choke myself: there's all I'll do for you. [Exit.
SCENE VII.-Another Room in the same.
Imo. A father cruel, and a step-dame false;
What! are men mad? Hath nature given
To see this vaulted arch, and the rich crop
Imo. What makes your admiration?
Twixt two such shes, would chatter this way, monkeys, [and Contemn with mows the other: Nor i'the For idiots, in this case of favour, would. judgement; Sluttery, to such neat excellence oppos'd, Be wisely definite: Nor i'the appetite ; Should make desire vomit emptiness, Not so allur'd to feed.
Imo. What is the matter, trow?
(That satiate yet unsatisfied desire,
Thus raps you? Are you well?
Iuch. Thanks, madam; well :-'Beseech you, Sir, desire [TO PISANIO. My man's abode where I did leave him: he Is strange and peevish.t
Pis. I was going, Sir, To give him welcome.
So merry and so gamesome: he is call'd
He did incline to sadness; and oft-times
Iach. I never saw him sad.
There is a Frenchman his companion, one
(Your lord, I mean,) laughs from's free lungs, cries, O!
Can my sides hold, to think, that man,-who By history, report, or his own proof, [knows What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose But must be,-will his free hours languish for Assured bondage?
Imo. Will my lord say so?
Iach. Ay, madam? with his eyes in flood with laughter.
It is a recreation to be by,
(As I have such a heart, that both mine ears
And hear him mock the Frenchman: But, Must not in haste abuse,) if it be true,
To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch, Whose every touch, would force the feeler's soul
To the oath of loyalty; this object, which
[as Made hard with hourly falsehood (falsehood, With labour;) then lie peeping in an eye, Base and unlustrous as the smoky light That's fed with stinking tallow; it were fit, That all the plagues of hell should at one time Encounter such revolt.
Imo. My lord, I fear,
Has forgot Britain.
Iach. And himself. Not I, Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce The beggary of his change; but 'tis your graces That, from my mutest conscience, to my tongue, Charms this report out.
Imo. Let me hear no more.
Iuch. O dearest soul! your cause doth strike my heart
With pity, that doth make me sick. A lady
With tomboys, hir'd with that self-exhibitions
That play with all infirmities for gold [stuff, Which rottennes, can lend nature! such boil'd As well might poison poison! Be reveng'd; Or she that bore you, was no queen, and you Recoil from your great stock.
How should I be reveng'd? If this be true,
What you seem anxious to utter, and yet withhold. + Sovereign command. + Wantons.
How should I be reveng'd?
Iach. Should he make me
Live like Diana's priest, betwixt cold sheets;
Imo. What ho, Pisanio!
Jach. Let me my service tender on your lips. Imo. Away!--I do condemn mine ears, that have [able, So long attended thee.-If thou wert honourThou would'st have told this tale for virtue, not [strange. For such an end thou seek'st; as base, as Thou wrong'st a gentleman, who is as far From thy report, as thou from honour; and Solicit'st here a lady, that disdains [anio!Thee and the devil' alike.-What ho, PisThe king my father shall be made acquainted Of thy assault: if he shall think it fit, A saucy stranger, in his court, to mart As in a Romish stew, and to expound His beastly mind to us; he hath a court He little cares for, and a daughter whom He not respects at all.-What ho, Pisanio!Tach. O happy Leonatus! I may say; The credit, that thy lady hath of thee, [ness Deserves thy trust; and thy most perfect goodHer assur'd credit!-Blessed live you long! A lady to the worthiest Sir, that ever Country call'd his! and you his mistress, only For the most worthiest fit! Give me your par
I have spoke this, to know if your affiance
Imo. You make amends.
lach. He sits 'mongst men, like a descended god:
He hath a kind of honour sets him off,
Honour'd with confirmation your great judge-
court for yours.
Iach. My humble thanks. I had almost forgot To entreat your grace but in a small request, And yet of moment too, for it concerns Your lord; myself, and other noble friends, Are partners in the business.
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 jackslave hath his belly full of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that nobody can
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.
1 Lord. Did you hear of a stranger, that's come to court to-night?
Clo. A stranger! and I know not on't! 2 Lord. He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it not. [Aside.
1 Lord. There's an Italian come; and, 'tis thought, one of Leonatus' friends.
He is describing his fate at bowls, the jack is the small bowl at which the others are aimed. + Fellow.
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?
1 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 1 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
Cannot take two from twenty for his heart,
The walls of thy dear honour; keep unshak'd
SCENE II-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?
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:
[Sleeps. IACHIMO, from the Trunk. Iach. The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd sense
Repairs itself by rest: Our Tarquin thus
But kiss; one kiss!-Rubies unparagon'd,
Bows toward her; and would under-peep her To see the enclosed lights, now canopied Under these windows: White and azure, lac'd With blue of heaven's own tinct.-But my design?
To note the chamber:-I will write all down:Such, and such, pictures :-There the window:-Such
The adornment of her bed;-The arras,* | So, get you gone: If this penetrate, I will consider your music 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. [Exeunt MUSICIANS.
figures, [story,Why, such, and such :-And the contents o'the Ah, but some natural notes about her body, Above ten thousand meaner moveables Would testify, to enrich mine inventory: O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her! And be her sense but as a monument, Thus in a chapel lying!-Come off, come off;[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 I'the bottom of a cowslip: Here's a voucher, Stronger than ever law could make: this se[ta'en Will force him think I have pick'd the lock, and The treasure of her honour. No more.-To what end?
Why should I write this down, that's rivetted, Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading late [down, The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd 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 strikes.
One, two, three,-Time, time!
[Goes into the Trunk. The Scene closes. SCENE III.-An Antechamber 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 music would come: I am advised to give her music o' mornings; they say, it will penetrate.
Clo. I have assailed her with music, but she vouchsafes no notice.
She hath not yet forgot him: some more time Cym. The exile of her minion is too new; Must wear the print of his remembrance out, And then she's yours.
Queen. You are most bound to the king; Who let's go by no vantages, that may Prefer you to his daughter: Frame yourself To orderly solicits; and be friended With aptness of the season:t 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.
We must extend our notice.-Our dear son, When you have given good morning to your mistress,
Attend the queen, and us; we shall have need To employ you towards this Roman.—Come, our queen.
[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
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: What
Can it not do, and undo? I will make
+ With solicitations not only proper but well-timed.