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

crow, cock,
Clot. Sayeft thou?

[Afide.

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

i

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

offence to my

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

Clot. Why, fo I say.

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

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

not.

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

[Afide. 1 Lord. There's an Italian come; and, 'tis thought, one of Leonatus' friends.

Clot. Leonatus! a banish'd rascal; and he's another, whatsoever he be. Who told you of this ftranger? 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 loft to-day at bowls, I'll win to-night of him. Come, go. 2 Lord. I'll attend your lordship.

[Exeunt Cloten, and firft Lord.

That such a crafty devil as his mother

Should yield the world this ass! a woman, that

h 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.

i companion]-fellow.

M 2

iues-words and deeds.

Bears

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 unshak'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 canft 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.

MACBETH, A& H. S. 1. Ban.

[Lachime,

"Refrain in me the curfed thoughts that nature
"Gives way to in repofe !"

[Iachimo, 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 see 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 ftory,
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 sense 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 strongly as the confcience does within,
To the madding of her lord. On her left breast

the rubes,]-ufed then, as carpets now. HENRY IV. Part I, A&t III. S. 1. Gend. Poems, p. 491. ROMEO AND JULIET, A&t I. S. 4. Rom. a whiter than the fheets !]-POEMS, p. 422.

They do't!]-kifs each other. P windows-window-fhutters, White with azure lac'd,]-The white skin laced with blue veinsWhite and azure! lac'd, &c.

'the flory,]-she had just been reading.

A mole cinque-fpotted, like the crimson drops
I' the bottom of a cowflip: Here's a voucher,
Stronger than ever law could make: this fecret
Will force him think I have pick'd the lock, and ta'en
The treasure of her honour. No more.-To what end?
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 fhut the spring of it.

Swift, fwift, you dragons of the night! that dawning May bare the raven's eye: I lodge in fear;

t

Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here. [Clock firikes. One, two, three :-Time, time!

[Goes into the trunk: the Scene clafes,

SCENE III,

Another Room in the Palace.

Enter Cloten, and Lords.

1 Lord. Your lordship is the most patient man in lofs, the most coldest that ever turn'd up ace.

Clot. It would make any man cold to lofe.

1 Lord. But not every man patient, after the noble temper of your lordship; You are most hot, and furious, when you win.

Clot. Winning will put any man into courage: If I could get this foolish Imogen, I fhould have gold enough: It's almoft morning, is't not?

1 Lord. Day, my lord.

Clot. I would this mufic would come: I am advis'd to give her mufic o' mornings; they fay, it will penetrate.

you dragons of the night !]-" The dragon wing of night”— TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, Vol. II. p. 126. Achil.

• bare the raven's eye:]-open it, awake the raven.

Enter

Enter Muficians.

Come on; tune: If you can penetrate her with your fingering, fo; we'll try with tongue too: if none will do, let her remain; but I'll never give o'er. First, a very excellent good-conceited thing; after, a wonderful sweet air, with admirable rich words to it,—and then let her confider.

SONG.

Hark! bark! the lark at beaven's gate fings,

And Phebus 'gins arise,

"His feeds to water at thofe fprings

On chalic'd flowers that lies ;

And winkingTM Mary-buds begin

To ope their golden eyes;

With every thing that pretty bin:

My lady fweet, arise;

Arife, arife.

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

[Exeunt Muficians.

Enter Cymbeline, and Queen.

2 Lord. Here comes the king.

Clot. I am glad, I was up fo late; for that's the rea

His feeds to water]-To dry up the dew that lies in the cups of flowers" Each chalic'd flower jupplies."

"Mary-buds]-Mary-golds.

confider your mufic the better :]-reward you more amply. "being fomething gently confidered."

Y unpaved-caftrated.

WINTER'S TALE, Vol. II. p. 655. Aut.

= up so late; &c.]" Not to be a-bed after midnight, is to be up betimes." TWELFTH NIGHT, Vol. II. p. 497. Sir To.