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ACT II. SCENE I. |
Britain. Before CYMBELINE'S palace |
Enter CLOTEN and the two LORDS |
CLOTEN. Was there ever man had such luck! When I kiss'd 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 I |
borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend them at my |
pleasure. |
FIRST LORD. What got he by that? You have broke his pate with your |
bowl. |
SECOND LORD. [Aside] If his wit had been like him that broke it, it |
would have run all out. |
CLOTEN. When a gentleman is dispos'd to swear, it is not for any |
standers-by to curtail his oaths. Ha? |
SECOND LORD. No, my lord; [Aside] nor crop the ears of them. |
CLOTEN. Whoreson dog! I give him satisfaction? Would he had been |
one of my rank! |
SECOND LORD. [Aside] To have smell'd like a fool. |
CLOTEN. I am not vex'd more at anything in th' 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 jackslave hath his bellyful |
of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that nobody |
can match. |
SECOND LORD. [Aside] You are cock and capon too; and you crow, |
cock, with your comb on. |
CLOTEN. Sayest thou? |
SECOND LORD. It is not fit your lordship should undertake every |
companion that you give offence to. |
CLOTEN. No, I know that; but it is fit I should commit offence to |
my inferiors. |
SECOND LORD. Ay, it is fit for your lordship only. |
CLOTEN. Why, so I say. |
FIRST LORD. Did you hear of a stranger that's come to court |
to-night? |
CLOTEN. A stranger, and I not known on't? |
SECOND LORD. [Aside] He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it |
not. |
FIRST LORD. There's an Italian come, and, 'tis thought, one of |
Leonatus' friends. |
CLOTEN. Leonatus? A banish'd rascal; and he's another, whatsoever |
he be. Who told you of this stranger? |
FIRST LORD. One of your lordship's pages. |
CLOTEN. Is it fit I went to look upon him? Is there no derogation |
in't? |
SECOND LORD. You cannot derogate, my lord. |
CLOTEN. Not easily, I think. |
SECOND LORD. [Aside] You are a fool granted; therefore your issues, |
being foolish, do not derogate. |
CLOTEN. Come, I'll go see this Italian. What I have lost to-day at |
bowls I'll win to-night of him. Come, go. |
SECOND 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 mayst stand |
T' enjoy thy banish'd lord and this great land! Exit |
SCENE II. |
Britain. IMOGEN'S bedchamber in CYMBELINE'S palace; a trunk in one corner |
Enter IMOGEN in her bed, and a LADY attending |
IMOGEN. Who's there? My woman? Helen? |
LADY. Please you, madam. |
IMOGEN. What hour is it? |
LADY. Almost midnight, madam. |
IMOGEN. 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 canst awake by four o' th' clock, |
I prithee call me. Sleep hath seiz'd me wholly. Exit LADY |
To your protection I commend me, gods. |
From fairies and the tempters of the night |
Guard me, beseech ye! |
[Sleeps. IACHIMO comes from the trunk] |
IACHIMO. The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd sense |
Repairs itself by rest. Our Tarquin thus |
Did softly press the rushes 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' th' taper |
Bows toward her and would under-peep her lids |
To see th' enclosed lights, now canopied |
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