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, His steeds to water at those springs And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes; So, get you gone: If this penetrate, I will consider your musick the bettert: 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. 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 mor row to your majesty, and to my gracious mother. 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; • Cups. Will pay you more for it. She hath not yet forgot him: some more time Queen. You are most bound to the king; You were inspir'd to do those duties which Clo. Senseless? not so. Enter a Messenger. Mess. So like you, sir, embassadors from Rome; Throne 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 queen. [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 Their deer to the stand of the stealer; and 'tis gold. With solicitations not only proper but well-timed. Nay, sometime, hangs both thief and true man: What.. Can it not do, and undo? I will make Enter a Lady. Lady. Who's there, that knocks? Clo. Lady. [Knocks. A gentleman. No more? That's more Clo. Yes, and a gentlewoman's son. Lady. Than some, whose tailors are as dear as yours, Can justly boast of: What's your lordship's plea sure? Clo. Your lady's' person: Is she ready? Lady. To keep her chamber. Ay, 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 Enter Imogen. Clo. Good-morrow, fairest sister: Your sweet hand. Imo. Good-morrow, sir: You lay out too much pains For purchasing but trouble: the thanks I give, And scarce can spare them. Clo. Still, I swear, I love you. Imo. If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me: If you swear still, your recompence is still That I regard it not. Clo. This is no answer. Imo. But that you shall not say I yield, being si I would not speak. I pray you, spare me: i'faith, I shall unfold equal discourtesy To your best kindness; one of your great knowing Should learn, being taught, forbearance. Clo. To leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin: I will not. Imo. Fools are not mad folks. Clo. Imo. As I am mad, I do : Do you call me fool? If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad; By being so verbal: and learn now, for all, (To accuse myself), I hate you: which I had rather You felt, than make't my boast. Clo. You sin against Obedience, which you owe your father. For The contract you pretend with that base wretch, (One, bred of alms, and foster'd with cold dishes, With scraps o'the court), it is no contract, none: And though it be allow'd in meaner parties, (Yet who, than he, more mean?) to knit their souls (On whom there is no more dependency But brats and beggary) in self-figur'd knott; A hilding for a livery, a squire's cloth, Imo. Profane fellow! Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more, So verbose, so full of talk. In knots of their own tying. A low fellow, only fit to wear a livery. Even to the point of envy, if 'twere made . Clo. The south fog rot him! Imo. He never can meet more mischance, than come To be but nam'd of thee. His meanest garment, Enter Pisanio. Clo. His garment? Now, the devil Imo. To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently:Clo. His garment? Imo. I am sprighted with a fool; Frighted, and anger'd worse:-Go, bid my woman Search for a jewel, that too casually Hath left mine arm; it was thy master's: 'shrew me, If I would lose it for a revenue Of any king's in Europe. I do think, I saw't this morning: confident I am, Pis. Imo. I hope so; go, and search. Clo. His meanest garment? Imo. If you Twill not be lost. [Exit Pis. You have abus'd me Ay; I said so, sir. will make't an action, call witness to't. Clo. I will inform your father. Imo. Your mother too: She's my good lady; and will conceive, I hope, But the worst of me. So I leave you, sir, To the worst of discontent. [Exit. Haunted. |