tation: and, to bar your offence herein too, I durst attempt it against any lady in the world. Post. You are a great deal abused in too bold a persuasion; and I doubt not you sustain what you're worthy of, by your attempt. Iach. What's that? Post. A repulse: Though your attempt, as you call it, deserve more; a punishment too. Phi. Gentlemen, enough of this: it came in too suddenly; let it die as it was born, and, I pray you, be better acquainted. Iach. 'Would I had put my estate, and my neighbour's, on the approbationt of what I have spoke. Post. What lady would you choose to assail? Tach. Yours; whom in constancy, you think, stands so safe. I will lay you ten thousand ducats to your ring, that, commend me to the court where your lady is, with no more advantage than the opportunity of a second conference, and I will bring from thence that honour of hers, which you imagine so reserved. Post. I will wage against your gold, gold to it: my ring I hold dear as my finger; 'tis part of it. Iach. 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. lach. 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. Iach. By the gods it is one:-If I bring you no sufficieut 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. lach. Your hand; a covenant: We will have these things set down by lawful counsel, and straight away for Britain; lest the bargain should catch cold, and starve: I will fetch my gold, and have our two wagers recorded. Post. Agreed. [Exeunt POSTHUMUS and IACHIMO. French. Will this hold, think you? Phi. Signior lachimo will not from it. Pray, let us follow 'em. [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-Britain.-A Room in CYMBELINE'S Palace. Enter QUEEN, LADIES, and CORNELIUS. Queen. Whiles yet the dew's on ground, gather those flowers; 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 Boi. But I beseech your grace, (without offence; My conscience bids me ask;) wherefore you have [pounds, Commanded of me these most poisonous com Which are the movers of a languishing death; But, though slow, deadly? [been Queen. I do wonder, doctor, Thou ask'st me such a question: Have not Thy pupil long? Hast thou not learn'd me how To make perfumes? distil? preserve? yea, se, 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 judgement in Other conclusions? I will try the forces Of these thy compounds on such creatures as We count not worth the hanging, (but none human,) To try the vigour of them, and apply Allayments to their act; and by them gather Their several virtues, and effects. Cor. Your highness [heart: Shall from this practice but make hard your Besides, the seci. these effects will be Both noisome a infectious. Queen. O, Lent thee. Enter PISANIO. Here comes a flattering rascal; upon him Will I first work: he's for his master, [Aside. And enemy to my son.-How now, Pisanio?Doctor, your service for this time is ended; Take your own way. Cor. I do suspect you, madam; 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 Strange lingering poisons: I do know her spirit, Then afterward up higher; but there is Queen. No further service, doctor, [Exit. Cor. I humbly take my leave. Queen. Weeps she still, say'st thou ? Dost thou th, in time son, She will not quench;t and let instructions enter W CYMBELINE. | 773 Arm me, audacity, from head to foot! 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. Imo. [Reads.]-He is one of the noblest note, So much as but to prop him?-Thou tak'st up to whose kindness I am most infinitely tied. ReThou know'st not what; but take it for thyect upon him accordingly, as you value your truest labour: It is a thing I made, which hath the king think Thou hast thy mistress still; to boot, my son, Not to be shak'd: the agent for his master; after, Re-enter PISANIO, and LADIES. To taste of too. So, so;-well done, well done: The violets, cowslips, and the primroses, Pis. And shall do: [Exit. SCENE VII.-Another Room in the sume. Imo. A father cruel, and a step-dame false; peated Vexations of it! Had I been thief-stolen, able Is the desire that's glorious: Blessed be those, Enter PISANIO and IACHIMO. Pis. Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome; Imo. Thanks, good Sir: [Aside. If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare, Ambassadors. To see this vaulted arch, and the rich crop Imo. What makes your admiration? Contemn with mows* the other: Nor i'the So merry and so gamesome: he is call'd He did incline to sadness; and oft-times Iach. I never saw him sad. There is a Frenchman his companion, one (Your lord, I mean,) laughs from's free lungs, Can my sides hold, to think, that man, who Imo. Will my lord say so? Iach. Ay, madam? with his eyes in flood with laughter. It is a recreation to be by, SC (As I have such a heart, that both mine ears And hear him mock the Frenchman: But, Must not in haste abuse,) if it be true, You look on me; What wreck discern you in Deserves your pity? Iach. Lamentable! What! To hide me from the radiant sun, and solace I'the dungeon by a snuff? Imo. I pray you, Sir, Deliver with more openness your answers I was about to say, enjoy your-But Imo. You do seem to know [you, Something of me, or what concerns me; 'Pray (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 What both you spur and stop.* Iach. 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 [as Imo. 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. Iuch. O dearest soul! your cause doth strike my heart With pity, that doth make me sick. A lady With tomboys, hir'd with that self-exhibitions How should I be reveng'd? Iach. Should he make me Live like Diana's priest, betwixt cold sheets; Whilst 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. Imo. What ho, Pisanio! Iach. Let me my service tender on your lips. Imo. Away!--I do condemn mine ears, that have [able, So long attended thee.-If thou wert honourThou would'st have told this tale for virtue, not [strange. For such an end thou seek'st; as base, as Thou wrong'st a gentleman, who is as far From thy report, as thou from honour; and Solicit'st here a lady, that disdains (anio!Thee and the devil alike.-What ho, PisThe 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, [ness Deserves thy trust; and thy most perfect good. 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 par. don. I have spoke this, to know if your affiance Imo. You make amends. Iach. He sits 'mongst men, like a descended god: He hath a kind of honour sets him off, hath [ment Honour'd with confirmation your great judge In the election of a Sir so rare, [him Which you know, cannot err: The love I bear Made me to fan you thus; but the gods made you, [don. Unlike all others, chaffless. Pray, your par Imo. All's well, Sir: Take my power i'the court for yours. Iach. My humble thanks. I had almost forgot To entreat your grace but in a small request, And yet of moment too, for it concerns Your lord; myself, and other noble friends, Are partners in the business. Imo. Pray, what is't? Iach. Some dozen Romans of us, and your lord, [sums, (The best feather of our wing) have mingled 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, 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 it, it would have ran all out. [Aside. 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. Leonatus! a banished rascal; and he's another, whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger? I 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,* 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 1 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, The walls of thy dear honour; keep unshak'd SCENE II.-A Bed-chamber; in one part of it IMOGEN reading in her Bed; a LADY attending. Imo. What hour is it? Lady. Almost midnight, madam. Imo. I have read three hours then: mine eyes are weak : wholly. [Exit LADY. To your protection I commend me, gods! From fairies, and the tempters of the night, Guard me, beseech ye! 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'the clock, Clo. Whoreson dog!-I give him satisfac-I pr'ythee, call me. Sleep hath seiz'd me tion? Would, he had been one of my rank! 2 Lord. To have smelt like a fool. [Aside. 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 jackslave hath his belly full of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that nobody can match. 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. 1 Lord. Did you hear of a stranger, that's come to court to-night? Clo. A stranger! and I know not on't! 2 Lord. He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it not. [Aside. 1 Lord. There's an Italian come; and, 'tis thought, one of Leonatus' friends. He is describing his fate at bowls, the jack is the small bowl at which the others are aimed. + Fellow. [Sleeps. IACHIMO, from the Trunk. Iach. The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd sense Repairs itself by rest: Our Tarquin thus But kiss; one kiss!-Rubies unparagon'd, taper Bows toward her; and would under-peep her To note the chamber:-I will write all down:- The adornment of her bed;-The arras,* A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops | cret what end? Why should I write this down, that's rivetted, Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading late [down, The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd 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 dawning 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 Antechamber 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. 1 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? 1 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. | | 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. [Exeunt MUSICIANS. Enter CYMBELINE and QUEEN. 2 Lord. Here comes the king. the reason f was up so early: He cannot Clo. I am glad, I was up so late; for that's 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 Will she not forth ? daughter? Clo. I have assailed her with music, but she vouchsafes no notice. She hath not yet forgot him: some more time Cym. The exile of her minion is too new; Must wear the print of his remembrance out, And then she's yours. Queen. You are most bound to the king; Who let's 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. 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. ho ! [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 [Knocks. 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 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 |