o'er. Firft, 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 heaven's gate fings,.
And Phoebus 'gins arife,

His fteeds to water at thofe fprings

On chalic'd flowers that lyes:
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes;
With every thing that pretty is,
My lady fweet, arise:
Arife, arife..

So, get you gone-----if this penetrate, I will con-
fider your mufic the better: if it do not, it is a vice:
in her ears, which horfe hairs, and cats guts, nor
the voice of unpaved eunuch to boot, can never
amend.
[Exeunt Muficians,

2

Enter Queen and CYMBELINE.

2 Lord. Here comes the King.

Clot. I am glad I was up fo late, for that's the reafon I was up fo early: he cannot chufe but take this fervice I have done fatherly. Goodmorrow to your Majefty, and to my gracious mo ther.

Gym. Attend you here the door of our stern daugh, ter? will the not forth?

Clot. I have alfailed her with mufics, but she. youchfafes no notice.

Cym. The exile of her minion is too new; She hath not yet forgot him; fome more time Must wear the print of his remembrance out, And then the's yours.

Queen. You are most bound to th' King,
Who lets go by no vantages that may
Prefer you to his daughter. Frame yourself
To orderly folicits; and be friended
With aptnefs of the feafon; make denials
Encrease your services; fo feem, as if
You were infpired to do thofe duties which
You tender to her: that you in all obey her,
Save when command to your dismission tends,
And therein you are fenfeless.

Clot. Senfeleis? not fo.

Enter a Meffenger.

Me. So like you, Sir, Ambaffadors 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.
According to the honour of his fender;

And towards himfelf, his goodness fore-fpent on us,
We must extend our notice.------Our dear fon,
When you have given good-morning to your mistress,
Attend the Queen and us; we fhall have need
T'employ you towards this Roman. Come, our
Queen.
[Exeunt:
Clot. If the be up, I'll fpeak with her; if not, a
Let her ly ftill, and dream. By your leave, ho!

[Knocks.

what

-'tis gold

I know her women are about her
If i do line one of their hands?-
Which buys admittance, (oft it doth,) yea, makes
Diana's rangers falfe themselves, yield up

Their deer to th' ftand o' th' ftealer: and 'tis gold
Which makes the true man killed, and faves the thief,
Nay, fometimes, hangs both thief and true man: what
Can it not do, and undo? I will make

One of her women lawyer to me, for
I yet not understand the cafe myself.
By your leave.

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

[Knocks.

Than fome, whofe tailors are as dear as yours, Can justly boat of: what's your Lordfhip'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.

of

Lady. How, my good name? or to report What I fhall think is good? the Princess-

Enter IMOGEN.

you

Clot. Good-morrow, faireft: fifter, your fweet

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 fearce can spare 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 itill That I regard it not.

Clot. This is no answer.

Imo. But that you fhall not say I yield, being filent, I would not speak I pray you fpare me-----'

I fhall unfold equal difcourte fy

--'faith,

To your best kindnefs: one of your great knowing Should learn (being taught) forbearance.

Clot. To leave you in your madnefs, 'twere mỹ I will not.

Imo. Fools cure not mad folks.

Clot. Do you call me fool?

Imo. As I am mad. do:

[fin; (+4)

If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad;
That cures us both. I am much forry, Sir,
You put me to forget a Lady's manners (15)
By being fo verbal: and learn now for all,
That I, who know my heart, do here pronounce
By the very truth of it, I care not for you:
And am fo near the lack of charity

T'accufe myself, I hate you: which I had rather
You felt, than make my boast.

Clot. You fin against

(14) To leave you in your madness, 'twere ing fin ;

I will not.

Imo. Fools are not mad folks.

Clot. Do you call me fool?
Imo. As I am mad, I do.]

The

But does the really call him fool? The foundeft logician would be puzzled to find it out, as the text ftands. reafoning is perplexed in a flight corruption; and we must reftore, as Mr Warburton likewife faw,

Fools cure not mad folks.

You are mad, fays he, and it would be a crime in me to leave you to yourself.——Nay, fays fhe, why thould you ftay A fool never cured madnefs. Do you call me fool? replies he, &c. All this is cafy and natural. And that cure was certainly the Poet's word, I think is very evident from what Imogen immediately subjoins :

If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad,
That ures us both.

i. e. If you'll cease to torture me with your foolish folicitations, I'll cease to fhew towards you any thing like mad nefs: fo a double cure will be effected of your folly, and my fuppofed frenzy.

(15) You put me to forget a lady's manners

By being fo verbal.]

This reflection of Imogen upon her own fex, that it ill be.

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 fcraps o' th' court), it is no contract, none:
And though it be allowed in meaner parties, (16)
(Yet who than he more mean?) to knit their fouls
(On whom there is no more dependency

But brats and beggary), in self-figured knot;
Yet you are curbed from that enlargement by
The confequence o' th' crown; and must not foil
The precious note of it with a base flave,
A hilding for a livery, a fquire's cloth;
A pantler; not fo eminent.---

Imo. Profane fellow!

Wert thou the fon of Jupiter, and no more
But what thou art befides, thou wert too bafe
To be his groom: thou wert dignified enough,
Even to the point of envy, if 'twere made
Comparative for your virtues, to be filed

comes a lady to be loquacious, might very well be borrow
ed from what Ajax fays to Tecmefla in Sophocles;
Γύναι, γυναιξὶ κόσμον ἡ σιγή φέρει.

Ajac. Flagel. v. 295. Woman, to women filence adds a grace

(16) And though it be allowed in meaner parties,

(Yet who than he more mean?) to knit their fouls
(On whom there is no more dependency

But brats and beggary;) in felf figured knot ;]

Though I have not difturbed the text, Mr Warburton and I have both concurred in fufpecting that the Poet wrote, in felf-fingered knot:

i. e. a match made up without more ceremony than barely the parties ftriking hands. It is our Author's mode of expreffion. So in froilus and Creffida:

The bonds of Heaven are flipped, diffolved, and loofed,
And with another knot five finger tied,

And fo in The merry Wives of Windfor:

c.

No, he fhall not knit a knot in his fortunes, with the

finger of my fubftance.

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