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 I 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 SCENE II. A Bed-chamber; in one Part of it a Trunk. IMOGEN reading in her Bed; a Lady attending. Imo. Who's there? my woman Helen? Imo. I have read three hours, then: mine eyes 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, To your protection I commend me, gods! [Sleeps. IACHIMO, from the Trunk. Iach. The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd sense Repairs itself by rest: Our Tarquin thus How dearly they do't!-'Tis her breathing that 8 Under these windows: White and azure, lac'd With blue of heaven's own tinct. But my design? To note the chamber:-I will write all down: Such and such, pictures:— There the window: Such The adornment of her bed; The arras, figures, Why, such, and such : And the contents o'the story, Ah, but some natural notes about her body, Thus in a chapel lying! Come off, come off; [Taking off her Bracelet. As slippery, as the Gordian knot was hard! 7 It was anciently the custom to strew chambers with rushes. i. c. The white skin laced with blue veins. 'Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly, end? To what 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, May bare the raven's eye: I lodge in fear; One, two, three, Time, time! [Clock strikes. [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 turn'd 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 musick would come: I am advised to give her musick o'the 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. SONG. Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, On chalic'd flowers that lies And winking Mary-buds begin So, get you gone: If this penetrate, I will consider 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. 9 Cups. 'Will pay you more for it. Cym. Attend you here the door of our stern daughter? Will she not forth? Clo. I have assailed her with musick, 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 yours. Queen. With aptness of the season: make denials your You were inspir'd to do those duties which Clo. Senseless? not so. Enter a Messenger. Mess. So like you, sir, embassadors from Rome; The one is Caius Lucius. Cym. A worthy fellow, Albeit he comes on angry purpose now; But that's no fault of his: We must receive him And towards himself his goodness forespent on us When you have given good morning to your mis tress, Attend the queen, and us; we shall have need queen. [Exeunt CYM. Queen, Lords, and Mess: Clo. If she be up, I'll speak with her; if not, |