Iach. The crickets fing, and man's o'er-labour'd fenfe How bravely thou becom'ft thy bed! fresh lilly, How dearly they do't! 'tis her breathing that Such and fuch pictures fuch there the window, the arras, figures and the contents o'th' ftory Th' adornment of her bed Ah, but fome nat'ral notes about her body, O fleep, thou ape of death, lye dull upon her, Where Philomele gave up - I have enough B 4 May May ope the raven's eye I lodge in fear, Though this a heav'nly angel, hell is here. [Clock frikes. One, two, three: time, time! 1 Lord. [Goes into the trunk, the Scene closes. SCENE The Palace again. III. Enter Cloten and Lords. OUR lordship is the most patient man in Clot. It would make any man cold to lose. 1 Lord. But not every man patient, after the noble temper of your lordfhip; you are most hot and furious when you win. Clot. Winning will put any man into courage: If I' could get this foolish Imogen, I fhall have gold enough: It's almoft morning, is't not? 1 Lord. Day, my lord. Clot. I would this musick would come: I am advised to give her mufick a-mornings, they fay it will penetrate, Enter Muficians. Come on, tune; if you can penetrate here with your fingering, fo; 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 fweet air with admirable rich words to it; and then let her confider. Hark, hark, the lark at heav'n's gate fings, His fleeds to water at thofe fprings a bear. And And winking Mary-buds begin So, get you gone if this penetrate, I will confider your mufick the better: if it do not, it is a vice in her ears; which horfe-hairs, and cats-guts, nor the voice of unpav'd eunuch to boot, can never amend. Enter Queen and Cymbeline. 2 Lord. Here comes the King. Clot. I am glad I was up fo late, for that's the rea fon I was up fo early: he cannot chufe but take this fervice I have done, fatherly. Good-morrow to your majefty, and to my gracious mother. Cym. Attend you here the door of our stern daughter? Will he not forth? Clot. I have affail'd her with muficks, but fhe vouchfafes no notice. Cym, The exile of her minion is too new. Queen. You are most bound to th' King, Clot. Senfelefs? not fo. Enter a Meffenger. Mef. So like you, Sir, ambaffadors from Rome; The one is Gaius Lucius. B Cym. Cym. A worthy fellow, Albeit he comes on angry purpofe now; And towards himself, his goodness fore-fpent on When you have giv'n good-morning to your mistress, Attend the Queen and us; we shall have need T' employ you towards this Roman. Come, our Queen. [Exeunt, Clot. If the be up, I'll fpeak with her; if not, I know her women are about her what 'tis gold Which buys admittance, oft it doth, yea makes Dana's rangers falfe themselves, and yield Their deer to th' ftand o'th' ftealer and 'tis gold Enter a Lady. Lady. Who's there that knocks? Clot. A gentleman. Lady. No more? Clot. Yes, and a gentlewoman's fon. Lady. That's more Than fome whofe tailors are as dear as yours, [knocks. Can justly boast of: what's your lordship's pleasure ? Clot. Your lady's perfon, is the ready? Lady. Ay, to keep her chamber. Clot. There is gold for you, fell me your good report. Lady. How, my good name? or to report What I fhall think is good? The princess 24 of you Enter Enter Imogen. Clot. Good-morrow faireft, fifter your sweet hand. Imo. Good-morrow, Sir; you lay out too much pains" For purchafing but trouble: the thanks I give Is telling you that I am poor of thanks, And scarce can fpare them. Clot. Still I fwear I love you. Imo. If you but faid fo, 'twere as deep with me: If you fwear ftill, your recompence is still That I regard it not. Clot. This is no answer. Ime. But that you fhall not fay I yield, being filent, To your best kindness: one of your great knowing Clot. To leave you in your I will not. madness, 'twere my fin, Imo. Fools are not mad folks. If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad, T'accufe my felf, I hate you: which I had rather Clot. You fin against Obedience, which you owe your father; for But brats and beggary, in felf-figur'd knot; ,,, Yet |