I croft the seas on purpose, and on promise To fee your Grace. your pains; But not away to-morrow? Iach. O, I must, Madam. Therefore I fhall befech you, if you please To greet your Lord with writing, do't to-night, Imo. I will write : 1 Send your trunk to me, it fhall fafe be kept, [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. Cymbeline's Palace. Enter Cloten, and two Lords. CLOTEN. AS there ever man had fuch luck! when I W kifs'd the Jack upon an up-caft, to be hit away ! I had an hundred pound on't. And then a whorefon jack-an-apes muft take me up for fwearing, as if I borrowed mine 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. [Afide. 2 Lord. If his wit had been like him that broke it, it would have run all out. Clot. When a gentleman is difpofed to fwear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths. Ha? 2 Lord. 2 2 Lord. No, my Lord; nor crop the ears of them. [Afide. Clot. Whorefon dog! I give him fatisfaction? would, he had been one of my rank. 2 Lord. To have smelt like a fool. [Afide. Clot. I am not vext 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 ha h his belly full of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that no body can match. 3 [Afide. 2 Lord. You are a cock and a capon too; and you crow, cock, with your comb on. Clot. Say't thou? 1 Lord. It is not fit your Lordship should 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. It is fit for your Lordship only. Clot. Why, fo I fay. I Lord. Did you hear of a ftranger that's come to court to-night? Clot. A ftranger, and I not know on't? 2 Lord. He's a ftrange fellow himself, and knows it not. [Afide.. I Lord. There's an Italian come, and, 'tis thought, one of Leonatus's 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? 2 No, my Lord, &c.] This, I lufion is to a fool's сар, which believe, should stand thus : had a comb like a cock's. 4 every companion,] The ufe of companion was the fame as of fellow now. It was a word of contempt. 1 Lord. I Lord. You cannot derogate, my Lord. 2 Lord. You are a fool granted, therefore fues being foolifh do not derogate. your if [Afide. Clot. Come, I'll go fee this Italian: what I have loft to-day at bowls, I'll win to-night of him. Come; go. 2 Lord. I'll attend your lordship. That fuch a crafty devil, as his mother, Should yield the world this afs ! [Exit Cloten.' -a woman, that Of the divorce 5 he'd make.-The heav'ns hold firm [Exeunt. Changes to a magnificent Bed-chamber; in one part of it, a large trunk. Imogen is difcovered reading in her bed, a Lady at 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. [Exit Lady. [Sleeps. [lachimo rifes 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 How bravely thou becom'ft thy bed! fresh lily, How dearly they do't!-'tis her breathing, that 8 Under thefe windows: white and azure! lac'd With blue of heav'n's own tinct.-But my defign's To note the chamber-I will write all down, Such, and fuch, pictures-there, the window,-fuch Th' adornment of her bed-the arras, figures 6our Tarquin-] The fpeaker is an Italian. 7 Did foftly press the rushes,-] It was the cuftom in the time of our authour, to ftrew chambers with rushes, as we now cover them with carpets. The practice is mentioned in Caius de E phemera Britannica. 8 -white AND azure, lac'd WITH blue of heav'n's own tinct.-] We fhould read, -white with azure lac'd, THE blue of heav'n's own tinct. i. e. the white fkin laced with blue veins. U 3 WARBURTON, Why, fuch and fuch-and the contents o' th' ftory- of the night! that |