Or fhe, that bore you, was no Queen, and you Imo. Reveng'd! How should I be reveng'd, if this be true? (As I have fuch a heart, that both mine ears Iach. Should he make me Live like Diana's Prieft, betwixt cold sheets? In your despight, upon your purfe? Revenge it :- Imo. What ho, Pifanio! Iach. Let me my fervice tender on your lips. Thee, and the Devil alike. What ho, Pifanio!- K 4 Were Were deeply rooted; and fhall make your Lord, Imo. You make amends. lach. He fits 'mong men, like a defcended God; He hath a kind of honour fets him off, More than a mortal feeming. Be not angry, Moft mighty Princefs, that I have adventur'd To try your taking of a falfe report; which hath Honour'd with confirmation your great judgment, In the election of a Sir, fo rare, Which, you know, cannot err. The love I bear him, Made me to fan you thus; but the Gods made you, Imo. All's well, Sir; take my pow'r i'th' court for yours. Iach. My humble thanks; I had almoft forgot Ime. Pray, what is't? Fach. Some dozen Romans of us, and your Lord, (Bett feather of our wing,) have mingled fums To buy a present for the Emperor : Which I, the factor for the reft, have done Imo. Willingly; And pawn mine honour for their fafety. Since Iach. They are in a trunk, Attended by my men: I will make bold I muft aboard to morrow. Imo. O no, no. Iach. Yes, I beseech you: or I fhall fhort my word,, By length'ning my return. From Gallia, I crott the feas on purpofe, and on promise Imo. I thank you for your pains; Iach. O, I muft, Madam. Therefore I fhall befeech you, if you please Imo. I will write : Send your trunk to me, it shall safe be kept, [Exe. ACT II. SCENE, Cymbeline's Palace. WA Enter Cloten, and two Lords. CLOTEN. AS there ever man had fuch luck! when I kifs'd the Jack upon an up-caft, to be hit away! I had an hundred pound on't; and then a whorefon jack-an-apes must take me up for fwearing, as if I borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure. I Lord. What got he by that? you have broke his pate with your bowl. 2 Lord. If his wit had been like him that broke it it would have run all out. [Afide. Clot. When a gentleman is difpos'd to fwear, it is not. for any ftanders-by to curtail his oaths. Ha? K 5 2 Lord! 2 Lord. No, my lord ; nor crop the ears of them. [Afide. Clot. Whorfon dog! I give him satisfaction ? 'would, he had been one of my rank. 2 Lord. To have fmelt like a fool. [Afide. Clot. I am not vext more at any thing in the earth,a pox on't! I had rather not be fo noble as I am; they dare not fight with me, because of the Queen my mother; every Jack-flave hath his belly full of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that no body can match. 2 Lord. You are a cock and a capon too; and you crow, cock, with your comb on. {Afide. 2 Lord. It is not fit your lordship fhould undertake every companion, that you give offence to. Clot. Say'ft thou? Clot. No, I know that; but it is fit I fhould commit offence to my inferiors. 2 Lord. Ay, it is fit for your lordfhip only.— Clot. Why, fo I fay. 1 Lord. Did you hear of a ftranger that's come to court to night? Clat. A tranger, and I not know on't? 2 Lord. He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it not. [Afide. 1 Lord. There's an Italian come, and, 'tis thought, one of Leonatus's friends. Clot. Leonatus! a banish'd rafcal; and he's another, whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger? 1 Lord. One of your lordship's pages. Clot. Is it fit I went to look upon him? is there no derogation in't? 2 Lord. You cannot derogate, my lord. Clot. Not eafily, I think. 2 Lord. You are a fool granted, therefore your issues being foolish do not derogate. [Afide. Clot. Come, I'll go fee this Italian: what I have loit to day at bowls, I'll win to night of him. Come; go. 2 Lord. I'll attend your lordship. [Exit Clet. That That fuch a crafty devil, as his mother, -a woman, that Of the divorce he'ld make. The heav'ns hold firm (7) More hatefull than the foul Expulfion is [Exeunt. Of the divorce he'll make the Heav'ns hold firm What perpetual proofs occur of thefe Editors' ftupid Indolence! They cannot afford even to add, or transpose, a Stop, tho' the Sense be never fo much concern'd in it. How would Cloten's Sollicitations, if I might ask these wise Gentlemen, make the Heavens keep firm Imogen's Honour? Would the Speaker imply, that this Wooer was fo hateful, worthless, a Creature, the Heavens would purpofely keep her honeft in Contempt of him? The Author meant no fuch absurd Stuff. I dare be positive, I have reform'd his Pointing, and by That retriev'd his true Sense. "This Wooer, fays the Speaker, is more hateful to her than "the Banishment of her Lord; or the horrid Attempt of "making that Banishment perpetual, by his marrying her in her Lord's Abfence." Having made this Reflexion, he subjoins a virtuous Wish, that Heaven may preferve her Honour unblemish'd, and her to enjoy her Husband back, and her Rights in the Kingdom. 鮮 SCENE |