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from thence that honour of hers, which you imagine|| To try the vigour of them, and apply
so reserved.
Allayments to their act; and by them gather
Their several virtues, and effects.
Your highness
Shall from this practice but make hard your heart:
Besides, the seeing these effects will be
Both noisome and infectious.

O, content thee.--
Enter Pisanio.

Here comes a flattering rascal; upon him [Aside.
Will I first work: he's for his master,

And enemy to my son.-How now, Pisanio?--
Doctor, your service for this time is ended;
Take your own way.

Post. I will wage against your gold, gold to it: my ring I hold dear as my finger; 'tis part of it. Tach. 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.

Iach. 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.

lach. 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 entertainment.

Post. I embrace these conditions; let us have articles betwixt us:-only, thus far you shall answer. If you make your voyage upon her, and give me directly to understand you have prevailed, I am no further your enemy, she is not worth our debate: if she remain unseduced (you not making it appear otherwise,) for your ill opinion, and the assault you have made to her chastity, you shall answer me with your sword.

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Make haste: Who has the note of them?
1 Lady.
I, madam.
Queen. Despatch. -
[Exeunt Ladies.
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
Commanded of me these most poisonous com-

Which are the movers of a languishing death;
But, though slow, deadly?

I do wonder, doctor,
Thou ask'st me such a question: Have I not been
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
That I did amplify my judgment in
Other conclusions ?2 I will try the forces
Of these thy compounds on such creatures as
We count not worth the hanging (but none human,)
(2) Experiments.

(1) Recommendation.

I do suspect you, madain; 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

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She will not quench ;3 and let instructions enter
Where folly now possesses? Do thou work;
When thou shalt bring me word, she loves my son,
I'll tell thee, on the instant, thou art then
As great as is thy master: greater; for
Is at last gasp: Return he cannot, nor
His fortunes all lie speechless, and his name
Continue where he is: to shift his being,4
Is to exchange one misery with another;
And every day, that comes, comes to decay
A day's work in him: What shalt thou expect,
To be depender on a thing that leans:
Who cannot be new built; nor has no friends,

[The Queen drops a box: Pisanio takes it up.
So much as but to prop him?-Thou tak'st up
Thou know'st not what; but take it for thy labour:
It is a thing I made, which hath the king
Five times redeem'd from death: I do not know
What is more cordial :---Nay, I pr'ythee, take it;
It is an earnest of a further good

That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how
The case stands with her; do't, as from thyself.
Think what a chance thou changest on; but think
Thou hast thy mistress still; to boot, my son,
Who shall take notice of thee: I'll move the king
To any shape of thy preferment, such
As thou'lt desire; and then myself, I chiefly,
That set thee on to this desert, am bound
To load thy merit richly. Call my women:
Think on my words. [Exit Pis.]-A sly and
constant knave;

Not to be shak'd: the agent for his master;
And the remembrancer of her, to hold

(3) i. e. Grow cool. (4) To change his abode.

The hand fast to her lord. I have given him that, || Not so allur'd to feed.
Which, if he take, shall quite unpeople her
Of liegers for her sweet; and which she, after,
Except she bend her humour, shall be assur'd

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Thanks, fairest lady.What! are men mad? Hath nature given them


To see this vaulted arch, and the rich crop
Of sea and land, which can distinguish 'twixt
The fiery orbs above, and the twinn'd stones
Upon the number'd beach? and can we not
Partition make with spectacles so precious
"Twixt fair and foul?

For idiots, in this case of favour, would
Be wisely definite: Nor i'the appetite;
Sluttery, to such neat excellence oppos'd,
Should make desire vomit emptiness,

(1) Ambassadors.

(2) Making mouths.

Imo. What is the matter, trow?
The cloyed will
(That satiate yet unsatisfied desire,
That tub both fill'd and running,) ravening first
The lamb, longs after for the garbage.

What, dear sir,

Thus raps you? Are you well?
Iach. Thanks, madam; well :-'Beseech you,
sir, desire
[To Pisanio.
My man's abode where I did leave him : he
Is strange and peevish.3
To give him welcome.
[Exit Pisanio.
Imo. Continues well my lord? His health, 'be-
seech you?
lach. Well, madain.

I was going, sir,

Imo. Is he dispos'd to mirth? I hope, he is.

Iach. Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there

So merry and so gamesome: he is call'd
The Briton reveller.

When he was here,
He did incline to sadness; and oft-times
Not knowing why.

I never saw him sad.
There is a Frenchman his companion, one
An eminent monsieur, that, it seems, much loves
A Gallian girl at home: he furnaces
The thick sighs from him; whiles the jolly Briton
(Your lord, I mean,) laughs from 's free lungs,
cries, O!


my sides hold, to think, that man,-who knows
By history, report, or his own proof,
What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose
But must be,-will his free hours languish for
Assured bondage?


Will my lord say so? Iach. Ay, madam; with his eyes in flood with laughter.

It is a recreation to be by,

And hear him mock the Frenchman: But, heavens


Some men are much to blame.

I pray you, sir,
Deliver with more openness your answers
To my demands. Why do you pity me?
Iach. That others do,

What makes your admiration? I was about to say, enjoy your But
Iach. It cannot be i'the eye; for apes and mon-It is an office of the gods to 'venge it,
Not mine to speak on't.

keys, 'Twixt two such shes, would chatter this way, and You do seem to know Contemn with mows? the other: Nor i'the judg-| |Something of me, or what concerns me; 'Pray


Not he, I hope.
Iach. Not he: But yet heaven's bounty towards
him might

Be us'd more thankfully. In himself, 'tis much;
In you,-which I count his, beyond all talents,-
Whilst I am bound to wonder, I am bound
To pity too.
Imo. What do you pity, sir?
Iach. Two creatures, heartily.
Am I one, sir?
You look on me; What wreck discern you in me,
Deserves your pity?

Lamentable! What!
To hide me from the radiant sun, and solace
I'the dungeon by a snuff?


(Since doubting things go ill, often hurts more
Than to be sure they do: For certainties
Either are past remedies; or, timely knowing,
The remedy then born,) discover to me

E (3) Shy and foolish.

What both you spur and stop.
Had I this cheek
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
Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye,
Fixing it only here: should I (damn'd then,)
Slaver with lips as common as the stairs
That mount the Capitol; join gripes with hands
Made hard with hourly falsehood (falsehood, as
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.


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. lach. O dearest soul! your cause doth strike my heart

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Should he make me Live like Diana's priest, betwixt cold sheets; Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps, In your despite, upon your purse? Revenge it. I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure; More noble than that runagate to your bed; And will continue fast to your affection, Still close, as sure.


What ho, Pisanio!

Jach. Let me my service tender on your lips. Imo Away!--I do condemn mine ears, that have So long attended thee.-If thou wert honourable, Thou would'st have told this tale for virtue, not For such an end thou seek'st; as base, as strange. Thou wrong'st a gentleman, who is as far From thy report, as thou from honour; and Solicit'st here a lady, that disdains Thee and the devil alike.-What ho, Pisanio!— The 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!-Iach. O'happy Leonatus! I may say; The credit, that thy lady hath of thee,

Deserves thy trust; and thy most perfect goodness
Her 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 pardon.
I have spoke this, to know if your affiance
Were deeply rooted; and shall make your lord,
That which he is, new o'er: And he is one
The truest manner'd; such a holy witch,
That he enchants societies unto him:
Half all men's hearts are his.

(1) What you seem anxious to utter, and yet withhold.

(2) Sovereign command. (3) Wantons.


You make amends. Iach. He sits 'mongst men, like a descended god: He hath a kind of honour sets him off, More than a mortal seeming. Be not angry, Most mighty princess, that I have adventur'd To try your taking of a false report; which hath Honour'd with confirmation your great judgment In the election of a sir so rare,

Which you know, cannot err: The love I bear him Made me to fan5 you thus; but the gods made you, Unlike all others, chaffless. Pray, your pardon.

Imo. All's well, sir: Take my power i'the court for yours.

lach. My humble thanks. I had almost forgot To entreat your grace but in a sinall request, And yet of moment too, for it concerns Your lord; myself, and other noble friends, Are partners in the business.


Pray, what is't?

Iach. Some dozen Romans of us, and your lord (The best feather of our wing,) have mingled sums, 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 exquisite form; their values great; And I am something curious, being strange,6 To have them in safe stowage; May it please you To take them in protection?



And pawn mine honour for their safety: since
My lord hath interest in them, I will keep them
In my bed-chamber.

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.


O, no, no.

Iach. Yes, I beseech; or I shall short my word, By length'ning my return. From Gallia

I cross'd the seas on purpose, and on promise
To see your grace.
I thank you for your pains;
But not away to-morrow?

O, I must, madam; Therefore, I shall beseech you, if you please To greet your lord with writing, do't to-night: I have outstood my time; which is material To the tender of our present.

Imo. I will write. Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept, And truly yielded you: You are very welcome. [Exeunt.

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I kissed the jack upon an up-cast, to be hit away! I had a hundred pound on't: And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if 1 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.

2 Lord. If his wit had been like him that broke [Aside. it, it would have run all out.

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.


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 jack-slave hath his belly full of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that nobody can match.

2 Lord. You are a cock and capon too; and you crow, cock, with your comb on. [Aside.

Clo. Sayest thou?

1 Lord. It is not fit, your lordship should undertake every companion2 that you give offence to. 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 not know on't!

it not.

2 Lord. He's a strange fellow himself, and knows [Aside. 1 Lord. There's an Italian come; and, 'tis thought, one of Leonatus' friends.

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,3 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 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 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 son 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 step-dame govern'd; A mother hourly coining plots; a wooer, More hateful than the foul expulsion 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 unshak'd That temple, thy fair mind; that thou may'st stand, To enjoy thy banish'd lord, and this great land! [Exit.

SCENE II-A bed-chamber; in one part of it a trunk. Imogen reading in her bed; a Lady attending.

(1) He is describing his fate at bowls; the jack is the small bowl at which the others are aimed.

(2) Fellow. (3) i. c. Degrade yourself.

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Repairs itself by rest: Our Tarquin thus
Did softly press the rushes,4 ere he waken'd
The chastity he wounded.--Cytherea,
How bravely thou becom'st thy bed! fresh lily!
And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch!
But kiss; one kiss!-Rubies unparagon'd,
How dearly they do't!--'Tis her breathing that
Perfumes the chamber thus: The flame o'the taper
Bows toward her; and would under-peep her lids,
To see the enclosed lights, now canopied
Under these windows: White and azure, lac'd
With blue of heaven's own tinct.5—But my design?
To note the chamber :--I will write all down:
Such, and such, pictures:-There the window :--


The adornment of her bed ;-The arras,6 figures, Why, such, and such:-And the contents o'the story,

Ah, but some natural notes about her body,
Above ten thousand meaner moveables
Would testify, to enrich mine inventory :

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 secret
Will force him think I have pick'd the lock, and


The treasure of her honour. No more.-To what


Why should I write this down, that's riveted,
Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading late
The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd down,
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 dawn-

ing 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.

(4) It was anciently the custom to strew chambers with rushes.

(5) i. e. The white skin laced with blue veins. (6) Tapestry.

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So, get you gone: If this penetrate, I will consider
your music the better 2 if it do not, it is a vice in
ears, which horse-hairs, and cats-guts, nor the
voice of unpaved eunuch to boot, can never amend.
[Exeunt Musicians.

|| Albeit he comes on angry purpose now;
But that's no fault of his: We must receive him
According to the honour of his sender;
And towards himself his goodness forespent on us
We must extend our notice.-Our dear son,
When you have given good morning to your mis-
Attend the queen, and us; we shall have need
To employ you towards this Roman.-Come, our


[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.

Enter Cymbeline and Queen.

2 Lord. Here comes the king. Clo. I am glad, I was up so late; for that's the reason I was up so early: He cannot choose but take this service I have done, fatherly.-Good morrow to your majesty, and to my gracious mother. Cym. Attend you here the door of our stern daughter? Will she not forth?

Clo. I have assailed her with music, but she vouchsafes no notice.

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

Queen. You are most bound to the king;
Who lets go by no vantages, that may
Prefer you to his daughter: Frame yourself
To orderly solicits; and be friended
With aptness of the season :3 make denials
Increase 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.


(1) Cups.


Senseless? not so.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. So like you, sir, embassadors from Rome; The one is Caius Lucius.


A worthy fellow,

(2) Will pay you more for it.

I know her women are about her; What
If I do line one of their hands? 'Tis gold
Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and

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


Nay, sometime, hangs both thief and true man:


Can it not do, and undo? I will make
One of her women lawyer to me; for
I yet not understand the case myself.
By your leave


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Still, I swear, I love you.
Imo. If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me:
If you swear still, your recompense is still
That I regard it not.


This is no answer.

Imo. But that you shall not say I yield, being

I would not speak. I pray you, spare me : i'faith,
I shall unfold equal discourtesy
To your

best kindness; one of your great knowing
Should learn, being taught, forbearance.
Clo. To leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin;
I will not.

Imo. Fools are not mad folks.

Imo. As I am mad, I do :

If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad;

Do you call me fool?

(3) With solicitations not only proper, but welltimed.

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