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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
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.
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phæbus 'gins arise,
On chalic'd flowers that lies;
To ope their golden eyes ;
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.
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
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;
Queen. You are most bound to the king;
Clo. Senseless ? not so.
Enter a Messenger. Mess. So like you, sir, ambassadors from Rome; The one is Caius Lucius.
Cym. A worthy fellow,
Albeit he comes on angry purpose now;
[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.
Enter a Lady.
Than some, whose tailors are as dear as yours,
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
Clo. Still, I swear, I love you.
Imo. If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me:
Imo. But that you shall not say I yield, being silent,
Clo. To leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin : I will not.
Imo. Fools are not mad folks.