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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 ta’en 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 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.

SCENE III.--- An Ante-chamber 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.

i 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?

i 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.

Enter Musicians. Come on ; tune: If you can penetrate her with your fingering, so; 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 consider.

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Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,

And Phæbus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs

On chalic'd flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin

To ope their golden eyes ;
With every thing that pretty bin ;
My lady sweet, arise ;

Arise, arise.

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.

[Exit Musicians.

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 daugh

ter?

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 your's.

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

Cym. A worthy fellow,

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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 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 If I do line one of their hands ? 'Tis gold Which buys adinittance; oft it doth; yea, and makes 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 One of her women lawyer to me; for I yet not understand the case myself. By your leave.

[Knocks.

Enter a Lady.
Lady. Who's there, that knocks?
Clo. A gentleman.
Lady. No more?
Clo. Yes, and a gentlewoman's son.
Lady. That's more

Than some, whose tailors are as dear as yours,
Can justly boast of: What's your lordship’s pleasure ?

Clo. Your lady's person : Is she ready?

Lady. Ay, To keep her chamber. Clo. There's gold for you; sell me your good re

port. Lady. How! my good name? or to report of you, What I shall think is good ?- The princess

Enter Imogen.
Clo. Good-morrow, fairest sister : 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.

Clo. Still, I swear, I love you.

Imo. If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me:
If you swear still, your recompence is still
That I regard it not.
Clo. This is no answer.

Imo. But that you shall not say I yield, being silent,
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.
Clo. Do you call me fool?
Imo. As I am mad, I do:

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