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2 LORD. [Aside.] He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it not.
1 LORD. There's an Italian come; and, 't is thought, one of Leonatus' friends.
CLO. Leonatus! a banished rascal; and he's another, whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger?
1 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.
2 LORD. [Aside.] You are a fool granted; therefore your issues, being foolish, do not derogate.
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 Bears all down with her brain; and this her son Cannot take two from twenty, for his heart, And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess, Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'st! Betwixt a father by thy step-dame govern'd; A mother hourly coining plots; a wooer, More hateful than the foul expulsion is Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act
Of the divorce he'd make! The heavens hold firm
The walls of thy dear honour! keep unshak'd That temple, thy fair mind! that thou mayst stand,
To enjoy thy banish'd lord and this great land! [Exit.
Fold down the leaf where I have left: to bed:
[Sleeps. LACHIMO steals from the trunk. IACH. The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd
Repairs itself by rest. Our Tarquin thus
How bravely thou becom'st thy bed! fresh lily,
Ah, but some natural notes about her body,
The treasure of her honour. No more.-To what end?
Why should I write this down, that's riveted, Screw'd to my memory ?-She hath been reading
The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd down
"Thy eyes' windows fall,
Like death, when he shuts up the day of life."
But the beauty of this image is not enhanced by the usual punc tuation:"white and azure, lac'd
With blue of heaven's own tinct."
CLO. I have assailed her with music,* 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. You are most bound to the king, Who lets 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.
CLO. Yes, and a gentlewoman's son.
Than some, whose tailors are as dear as yours, Can justly boast of. What's your lordship's pleasure?
CLO. Your lady's person is she ready?
To keep her chamber.
CLO. There's gold for you; sell me your good
What I shall think is good?—The princess!
For purchasing but trouble: the thanks I give
If you swear still, your recompense is still That I regard it not.
This is no answer.
IMO. But that you shall not say, I yield being
I would not speak. I pray you, spare me: 'faith, I shall unfold equal discourtesy
in Marlowe's "Tamburlaine the Great," Part I. Act II. Sc. 2:"And make him false his faith unto the king."
(*) Old text, musickes.
(+) First folio, on't. (1) First folio, solicity.
a False themselves,-] False is here employed as a verb. So,
IMO. Fools are not mad folks.
Do you call me fool?
To accuse myself,-I hate you; which I had rather
You felt, than make't my boast.
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 partiesYet who than he more mean?-to knit their souls (On whom there is no more dependency But brats and beggary) in self-figur'd knot; Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by The consequence o' the crown; and must not soil* The precious note of it with a base slave, A hilding for a livery, a squire's cloth, A pantler,—not so eminent.
CLO. His garment !
IMO. I am sprited 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
IMO. I hope so: go and
His meanest garment ! IMO.
If you will make't an CLO. I will inform IMO.
"Twill not be lost. search.
[Exit PISANIO. You have abus'd me:
Ay; I said so, sir: action, call witness to❜t. your father.
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.
His meanest garment !—Well.
I'll be reveng'd:
SCENE IV.-Rome. An Apartment in Philario's House.
Enter POSTHUMUS and РHILARIO.
POST. Fear it not, sir; I would I were so sure To win the king, as I am bold her honour Will remain hers.
What means do you make to him? POST. Not any; but abide the change of time; Quake in the present winter's state, and wish That warmer days would come: in these sear'd hopes,
I barely gratify your love; they failing,
PHI. Your very goodness, and your company,
I do believe,Statist though I am none, nor like to be,— That this will prove a war; and you shall hear
(*) Old text, your.
firmed both by the context, and the misprint, "Growne feard and tedious," of the folio in "Measure for Measure," Act II Sc. 4.