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 Antechamber adjoining Imogen's Apartment. Enter CLOTEN and Lords. 1 Lord. Your lordship is the most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned 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 music would come. I am advised to give her music o'mornings; they say, it will pene trate. 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, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; 1 The morning sun dries up the dew which lies in the cups of flowers. The cup of the flower is called the calix; whence chalice. And winking Mary-buds begin So, get you gone. If this penetrate, I will consider your music the better; if it do not, it is a vice in her ears, which horse-hairs, and cat-guts, nor the voice of 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 morrow 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 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 2 With aptness of the season. Make denials You were inspired to do those duties which Clo. Senseless? not so. 1 i. e. I will pay you more amply for it. 2" With solicitations not only proper, but well timed." Enter a Messenger. Mess. So like you, sir, ambassadors from Rome; Cym. But that's no fault of his. We must receive him And towards himself his goodness forespent on us I know her women are about her; what [Knocks. Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and makes Their deer to the stand of the stealer; and 'tis gold I yet not understand the case myself. 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, What's your lordship's pleasure? 1 That is, we must extend towards himself our notice of his goodness heretofore shown to us. 2 False is not here an adjective, but a verb. Clo. Your lady's person; is she ready? 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, Is telling you that I am poor of thanks, 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 recompense is still That I regard it not. Clo. This is no answer. Imo. But that you shall not say I yield, being silent, To your best kindness; one of your great knowing Clo. To leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin! I will not. Imo. Fools are not mad folks.2 Clo. Imo. As I am mad, I do. Do you call me fool? If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad; 3 By being so verbal; 3 and learn now, for all, 1 i. e. "a man of your knowledge, being taught forbearance, should learn it." 2 This, as Cloten very well understands it, is a covert mode of calling him a fool. The meaning implied is this :-" If I am mad, as you tell me, I am what you can never be." "Fools are not mad folks." 3 i. e. so verbose, so full of talk. By the very truth of it, I care not for you; To accuse myself,) I hate you; which I had rather Clo. You sin against Obedience, which you owe your father. For The contract you pretend with that base wretch, (One, bred of alms, and fostered with cold dishes, With scraps o' the court,) it is no contract, none; And though it be allowed 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-figured knot;1 Yet you are curbed 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. Imo. Profane fellow ! Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more, Clo. The south-fog rot him! Imo. He never can meet more mischance than come To be but named of thee. His meanest garment, Were they all made such men.-How now, Pisanio? Enter PISANIO. Clo. His garment? Now, the devil————— Imo. To Dorothy, my woman, hie thee presently.— 1 In knots of their own tying. 2 A low fellow only fit to wear a livery. 3 "If you were to be dignified only in comparison to your virtues, the under-hangman's place is too good for you." |