The adornment of her bed; the arras; figures, Why, such and such; and the contents o' the story.

Ah, but some natural notes about her body,
Above ten thousand meaner moveables
Would testify, to enrich mine inventory.

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O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her!
And be her sense but as a monument,
Thus in a chapel lying! Come off, come off!
[Taking off her bracelet.]

As slippery as the Gordian knot was hard!
'T is mine; and this will witness outwardly, 35
As strongly as the conscience does within,
To the madding of her lord. On her left breast
A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops
I' the bottom of a cowslip. Here's a voucher,
Stronger than ever law could make; this

SCENE III. [An ante-chamber adjoining Imogen's apartments.]

Enter CLOTEN and LORDS.

1. Lord. Your lordship is the most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turn'd 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 will put any man into cour age. If I could get this foolish Imogen, I should have gold enough. It's almost morning, is 't not?

1. Lord. Day, my lord.

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Clo. I would this music would come. I am advised to give her music o' mornings; they say it will penetrate.

Enter Musicians.

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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-con

ceited thing; after, a wonderful sweet air, with admirable rich words to it; and then let her consider.

SONG.

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[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!

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Cym. Attend you here the door of our stern daughter?

Will she not forth?

Clo. I have assail'd her with musics, but she vouchsafes no notice.

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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 on 't, And then she 's yours.

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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 soliciting, 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.

If you keep covenant. Had I not brought
The knowledge of your mistress home, I grant
We were to question farther; but I now
Profess myself the winner of her honour,
Together with your ring; and not the wronger
Of her or you, having proceeded but
By both your wills.

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Post. If you can make 't apparent That you have tasted her in bed, my hand And ring is yours; if not, the foul opinion You had of her pure honour gains or loses Your sword or mine, or masterless leaves both co To who shall find them.

Iach. Sir, my circumstances, Being so near the truth as I will make them, Must first induce you to believe; whose strength I will confirm with oath, which, I doubt not, You'll give me leave to spare, when you shall find You need it not.

Post. Iach.

Proceed.

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First, her bedchamber,
Where, I confess, I slept not, but profess
Had that was well worth watching-it was
hang'd

With tapestry of silk and silver; the story
Proud Cleopatra, when she met her Roman, 70
And Cydnus swell'd above the banks, or for
The press of boats or pride; a piece of work
So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive
In workmanship and value; which I wonder'd
Could be so rarely and exactly wrought,
Since the true life on 't was-
Post.

This is true;

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And this you might have heard of here, by me, Or by some other.

Iach.

More particulars Must justify my knowledge. Post.

Or do your honour injury.

Iach.

So they must,

The chimney

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Is south the chamber, and the chimney-piece
Chaste Dian bathing. Never saw I figures
So likely to report themselves. The cutter
Was as another Nature, dumb; outwent her,
Motion and breath left out.
Post.
This is a thing
Which you might from relation likewise reap,
Being, as it is, much spoke of.

Iach.

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The roof o' the chamber