So, get you gone ---- if this penetrate, I will confider your mufick the better: if it do not, it is a vice in her ears; which horse-hairs, and cats-guts, nor the voice of unpav'd eunuch to boot, can never amend.

Enter Queen and Cymbeline.

2 Lord. Here comes the King.

Clot. I am glad I was up fo late, for that's the reason I was up fo early: he cannot chufe but take this service I have done, fatherly. Good-morrow to your majefty, and to my gracious mother.. Cym. Attend you here the door of our stern daughter?

Will fhe not forth?

Clot. I have affail'd her with muficks, but fhe vouchsafes no notice.

Cym. The exile of her minion is too new.
She hath not yet forgot him: fome more time
Must wear the print of his remembrance out,
And then she's yours.

Queen. You are most bound to th' King,
Who lets go by no vantages, that may
Prefer you to his daughter. Frame your self
To orderly folicits; and befriended
With aptness of the season, make denials
services; so seem, as if

Encrease your

You are infpir'd to do those duties which

You tender to her: that you in all obey her,

Save when command to your difmiffion tends,

And therein you are senseless.

Clot. Senfelefs? not fo.

Enter a Meffenger.

Mef. So like you, Sir, ambaffadors from Rome;

The one is Caius Lucius.

Cym. A worthy fellow,

Albeit he comes on angry purpose now;

But

But that's no fault of his: we must receive him
According to the honour of his fender;

And towards himself, his goodness fore-spent on
We must extend our notice: our dear fon,

When you have giv'n good-morning to your mistress,
Attend the Queen and us; we shall have need

T'employ you towards this Roman. Come, our Queen.

Clot. If the be up, I'll speak with her; if not, Let her lye ftill, and dream. By your leave ho! I know her women are about her--- what

If I do line one of their hands?

'tis gold

Which buy admittance, oft it doth, yea makes
Diana's rangers false themselves, and yield

Their deer to th' ftand o'th' stealer: and 'tis gold
Which makes the true man kill'd, and faves the thief;
Nay, fometimes hangs both thief and true-man: what
Can it not do, and undo? I will make

One of her women lawyer to me, for
I yet not understand the case my felf.

By your leave.

[Exeunt.

[knocks.

Enter a Lady.

Lady. Who's there that knocks?

Clot. A gentleman.

Lady. No more?

Clot. Yes, and a gentlewoman's fon.

Lady. That's more

Than fome whofe tailors are as dear as yours,

Can justly boast of: what's your lordship's pleasure ?

Clot. Your lady's person, is she ready?

Lady. Ay, to keep her chamber.

U 2

Clot.

Clot. There is gold for you, fell me your good report. Lady. How, my good name? or to report of you What I shall think is good? The princess

Enter Imogen.

Clot. Good-morrow faireft, fifter your sweet hand.
Imo. Good-morrow, Sir; you lay out too much pains
For purchasing but trouble: the thanks I give

Is telling you that I am poor of thanks,

And scarce can spare them.

Clot. Still I fwear I love you.

Imo. If you but faid fo, 'twere as deep with me: If you fwear still, your recompence is still

That I regard it not.

Clot. This is no answer.

Imo. But that you fhall not say I yield, being silent, would not speak. I pray you fpare me, faith

I fball unfold equal difcourtefie

To your best kindness: one of your great knowing
Should learn, being taught, forbearance.

Clot. To leave you in your madness, 'twere my fin,
I will not.

Imo. Fools are not mad folks.

Clot. Do you call me fool?

Imo. As I am mad I do :

If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad,
That cures us both. I am much sorry, Sir,
You put me to forget a lady's manners
By being fo verbal: and learn now for all,
That I who know my heart, do here pronounce
Ey th' very truth of it, I care not for you :
And am fo near the lack of charity

T'accuse my self, I hate you: which I had rather

You

You felt, than make my boast.

Clot. You fin against

Obedience, which you owe your father; for
The contract you pretend with that base wretch,
(One, bred of alms, and foster'd with cold dishes,
With scraps o'th' court,) it is no contract, none:
And though it be allow'd in meaner parties,
(Yet who than he more mean?) to knit their fouls
On whom there is no more dependency

But brats and beggary, in self-figur'd knot;

Yet

you are curb'd from that enlargement, by
The confequence o'th' crown, and must not foil
The precious note of it with a base slave,
A hilding for a livery, a fquire's cloth,
A pantler; not fo eminent.

Imo. Prophane fellow!

Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more
But what thou art befides, thou wert too bafe
To be his groom: thou wert dignify'd enough,
Ev'n to the point of envy, if 'twere made
Comparative for your virtues to be stil❜d
The under hangman of his realm; and hated
For being preferr❜d fo well.

Clot. The south-fog rot him!

Imo. He never can meet more mifchance, than come

To be but nam'd of thee. His meanest garment

That ever hath but clipt his body, 's dearer

In my respect, than all the hairs above thee,

Were they all made such men. How now, Pifanio?

Enter Pifanio.

Clot. His garment? now the devil.

Imo. To Dorothy, my woman, hye thee presently.

Clot.

Clot. His garment?

Imo. I am fprighted with a fool,

Frighted, and angred worse

-go bid my woman

Search for a jewel, that too cafually

Hath left mine arm ----it was thy mafter's. Shrew me

If I would lose it for a revenue

Of any king in Europe. I do think

I faw't this morning; confident I am,
Last night 'twas on my arm; I kiffed it.
I hope it be not gone, to tell my lord
That I kiss ought but him.

Pif. Twill not be loft.

Imo. I hope fo; go and search.

Clot. You have abused me

Imo. Ay, I said so, Sir,

his meanest garment?

If you will make't an action, call witness to't.

Clot. I will inform your father.

Imo. Your mother too;

She's my good lady; and will conceive, I hope,

But the worst of me. So I leave you, Sir,

To th' worst of discontent.

Clot. I'll be reveng'd;

His meanest garment?

well.

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SCENE V.

ROME.

Enter Pofthumus, and Philario.

FAR it not, Sir; I would I were fo fure

Poft.To win the king, as I am bold her honour
F

Will remain hers.

[Exit.

[Exit.