affault you have made to her chastity, you shall And will not trust one of her malice with anfwer me with your fword. Iach. Your hand; a covenant: We will have thefe things fet down by lawful counfel, and ftraight away for Britain; left the bargain should catch cold, and starve: I will fetch my gold, and have our two wagers recorded. Poft. Agreed. [Exeunt Pofihumus and Iachimo. Enter Queen, Ladies, and Cornelius. [Exeunt. Queen. Whiles yet the dew's on ground, gather Make hafte: Who has the note of them? [Exeunt Ladies. A drug of fuch damn'd nature: Thofe the has, Queen. No further fervice, doctor, Until I fend for thee. Cor. I humbly take my leave. [Exit. Queen. Weeps the ftill, fay it thou? Doft thou think, in time She will not quench; and let inftructions enter Now, mafter doctor; have you brought thofe Cor. Pleafeth your highness, ay: here they are, Queen. I wonder, doctor, Thou afk'st me such a question: Have I not been [The Queen drops a phial: Pifanio takes it up. That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how [Exit Pifario. Think on my words.-A fly, and conftant knave; To taste of too.--So, fo;—well done, well done: But when to my good lord I prove untrue, Strange lingering poifons: I do know her fpirit, I'll choke myself: there's all I'll do for you. [Exit. 2. e. to change his abode. 3 i. e. that inclines towards its Think with what a fair profpect of mending your fortunes you now 5 A leger ambailador is one that refides at a foreign court to SCENE SCENE VII. Imo. A father cruel, and a step-dame false; That hath her husband banish'd ;---O, that husband! As my two brothers, happy! but moft miferable Enter Pifanio, and Iachimo. Pif. Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome Comes from my lord with letters. Iach. Change you, madam ? The worthy Leonatus is in fafety, 'Twixt two fuch fhe's, would chatter this way, and For idiots, in this cafe of favour, would Imo. What is the matter, trow ? (That fatiate yet unfatisfied defire, That tub both fill'd and running) ravening first Defire my man's abode where I did leave him: And greets your highnefs dearly. [Gives a letter. He's ftrange 5, and peevith. Imo. Thanks, good fir; You are kindly welcome. [Afide. Iach. All of her, that is out of door, most rich! Imogen reads. "He is one of the nobleft note, to whofe "kindneffes I am moft infinitely tied. Reflect 66 upon him accordingly, as you value your truft. "LEONATUS." So far I read aloud: But even the very middle of my heart Iach. Thanks, faireft lady. - Pif. I was going, fir, To give him welcome. [feech you? Imo. Continues well my lord? His health, 'be- Imo. Is he difpos'd to mirth? I hope, he is. Imo. When he was here, He did incline to fadness; and oft-times Iach. I never saw him fad. There is a Frenchman his companion, one cries! "O! The thick fighs from him; whiles the jolly Briton What! are men mad? Hath nature given them" But muft be,-will his free hours languith To fee this vaulted arch, and the rich crop Imo. What makes your admiration? Iach. Not he: But yet heaven's bounty towards lach. It cannot be i' the eye; for apes and Be us'd more thankfully. In himfelf, 'tis much; monkeys, In you,-which I account Lis, beyond all talents,― That is, according to Warburton, "who are beholden only to the feafons for their fupport and nourishment; fo that, if thofe be kindly, fuch have no more to care for or deure." 2 The crop of fea and land means the productions of either element. 3 Dr. Johnfon fays, he knows not well how to regulate this paffage. Number'd is perhaps numerous. Tuinn'd flones he does not underftand. Twinn'd fhells, or pairs of shells, are very common." Mr. Steevens adds, that the pebbles on the fea-fhore are fo much of the fame fize and fhape, that twinn'd may meau as like as twins. Dr. Farmer thinks we may read the umbered, the fhaded beach. + Dr. Johnfon explains this paffage thus: "Iachimo, in this counterfeited rapture, has shewn how the eyes and the judgment would determine in favour of Imogen, comparing her with the prefent miftrefs of Pofthumus, and proceeds to fly, that appetite too would give the fame fuffrage. Defire, fays he, when it approached flattery, and confidered it in comparifon with fuch neat excellence, would not only be not fo allured to feed, but, feized with a fit of loathing, would vomit emptiness, would feel the convulfions of dilgutt, though, being unfed, it had nothing to eject." 5 Strange here feems to fignify fky or backward. Whilst I am bound to wonder, I am bound To pity too. Imo. What do you pity, fir? Iach. Two creatures, heartily. Imo. Am I one, fir? (As I have fuch a heart, that both mine ear lach. Should he make me Live like Diana's prieft, betwixt cold sheets; You look on me; what wreck difcern you in me, Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps, To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whofe touch, Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce The beggary of his change; but 'tis your graces Imo. Let me hear no more. In your despight, upon your purfe? Revenge it. I dedicate myself to your fweet pleasure ; That play with all infirmities for gold [Stuff, Inio. Reveng'd! How fhould I be reveng'd? If this be true, Imo. What ho, Pifanio! Iach. Let me my fervice tender on your lips. Imo. Away!-1 do condemn mine ears, that have So long attended thee.--If thou wert honourable, Thee and the devil alike :—What ho, Pifanio Imo. You make amends. lach. He fits 'mongst men, like a descended god: He hath a kind of honour fets him off, More than a mortal feeming. Be not angry, Moft mighty princefs, that I have adventur'd To try your taking of a falfe report; which hath Honour'd with confirmation your great judgment In the election of a fir fó rare, Which you know, cannot err: The love I bear him Made me to fan you thus; but the gods made you, Unlike all others, chafflefs. Pray, your pardon. Imo. All's well, fir: Take my power i' the court for yours. Iach. My humble thanks. I had almost forgot To intreat 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. Rather, timely known. 2 What it is that at once incites you to speak, and reftrains you from it. 3 Empery is a word fignifying fovereign command; now obfolete. 4 A mafculine, for ward girl is fill called a tomboy. 5 Gross firumpets, hired with the very penfion which you allow your husband. I muft aboard to-morrow. Lach. Yes, I befeech; or I fhall short my word, I crofs'd the feas on purpofe, and on promise Ino. I thank you for your pains; Iach. O, I muft, madam: Imo. I will write. Send your trunk to me; it fhall fafe be kept, SCENE 1. Cymbeline's Palace. ACT Enter Cloten, and two Lords. Clot. W AS there ever man had fuch luck! when I kifs'd the jack 2 upon an upcaft, to be hit away! I had a hundred pound on't: And then a whorefon jackanapes must take me up for fwearing; as if I borrow'd my oaths of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure. 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 run all out. II. 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? Clot. A tranger! and I not know on 't! 2 Lord. He's a ftrange fellow himself, and knows [Afide. not. 1 Lord. There's an Italian come; and, 'tis thought, one of Leonatus' friends. Clot. Leonatus! a banish'd rafcal; and he's ano❤ Who told you of this ther, whatfoever he be. tranger? I Lord. One of your lordship's pages, 1 Lord." You cannot derogate, my lord. [Afide. Clot. When a gentleman is difpos'd to fwear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths: Ha? 2 Lord. No, my lord; nor crop the ears of them. Clot. Whorefon dog!-I give him fatisfaction ?iffues being foolish, do not derogate. Clot. Come, I'll go fee this Italian: What I 'Would, he had been one of my rank ! [Afide. have loft to-day at bowls, I'll win to-night of him. [Afide. 2 Lord. You are a fool granted; therefore your 2 Lord. I'll attend your lordship. 2 Lord. To have smelt like a fool. Clot. I am not vex'd more at any thing in the Come, go. earth,-A pox on't! I had rather not be fo noble as I am; they dare not fight with me, becaufe of the queen my mother; every jack-flave hath his belly full of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that no body can match. [Aide. 2 Lord. You are a cock and a capon too; and you crow, cock, with your comb on 3, Clot. Say'ft thou? 1 Lord. It is not fit your lordship fhould undertake every companion that you give offence to, 4 Clat. No, I know that: but it is fit, I fhould commit offence to my inferiors. [Afide. [Exeunt Cloten, and first Lord, 1 i. c. being a stranger. 2 The jack is the fmall bowl at which the others are aimed. He who is nearest to it wins. To kifs the jack is a state of great advantage. cap, which hath a comb like a cock's. Why fhould I write this down, that's riveted, The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd down, One, two, three :-Time, time! Imo. I have read three hours then: mine eyes are To your protection I commend me, gods! [Sleeps. [Tachimo, from the trunk. Iack. The crickets fing, and man's o'er-labour'd fenfe Repairs itfelf by reft: Our Tarquin thus The adornment of her bed ;-The arras, figures? 1 Lord. Your lordfhip is the most patient man lofs, the most coldeft 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 moft hot, and furious, when you win. Clot. Winning will put any man into courage: If I could get this foolish Imogen, I should 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. 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 oler. First, a very excellent good-conceited thing; after a wonderful fweet air, with admirable rich words to it, and then let her confider. S 0 N G. Hark! bark! the lark at heaven's gate fing is His fieeds to water at thofe fprings On chalic'd flowers that lies 2; To ope their golden eyes; With every thing that pretty bin: Thus in a chapel lying !—Come off, come off;-So, get you gone: If this penetrate, I will confider [Taking off a bracelet, your music the better 3: if it do not, it is a vice in As flippery, as the Gordian knot was hard!- ta'en her ears, which horfe-hairs, and cats-guts, nor Enter Cymbeline, and Queen. 2 Lord. Here comes the king. Clot. I am glad, I was up fo late; for that's the reafon I was up fo early: He cannot choofe but take this fervice I have done, fatherly.-Good [end?morrow to your majefty, and to my gracious The treasure of her honour. No more.-To what mother. We have in a former play obferved, that it was the cuftom in the time of our author to ftrew chambers with ruthes, as we now cover them with carpets. 2 i. e. The morning fun dries up the dew which lies in the cups of flowers. It may be noted, that the cup of a flower is called calix, whence chalice. 3 i. c. I will pay you more amply for it. Cy |