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Or she, that bore you, was no Queen, and you
lach. Should he make me
Imo. What ho, Pifanio !
Imo. Away! -I do condemn mine ears, that have
lach. O happy Leonatus, I may say ;
Were deeply rooted ; and shall make your Lord,
Imo. You make amends.
lach. He fios ’mong men, like a descended God;
The love I bear him,
Ime. Pray, what is't ?
bach. Some dozen Romans of as, and your Lorde
lach. They are in a trunk,
I muft aboard to morrow.
Imo. O no, no.
lach. Yes, I beseech you: or I shall short my word, By length’ning my return. From Gallia, I crott the feas on purpose, and on promise To fee your
lach. O, I must, Madam. Therefore I shall befeech
Imo. I will write :
SCENE, Cymbeline's Palace.
Enter Cloten, and two Lords.
AS there ever man had such luck! when I
kiss'd the Jack upon an up-cast, to be hic
away! I had an hundred pound on't; and then a whoreson jack-an-apes must take me up for swearing, 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.
[ Aside. Clot. When a gentleman is dispos'd to swear, it is not. for any ftanders-by to curtail his oaths. Ha? K 5
2 Lord. No, my lord ; nor crop the ears of them.
[Afide. Clot. Whorson dog ! I give him satisfaction ? 'would, he had been one of my rank. 2 Lord. To have smelt 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 so noble as I am; they dare not fight with me, because of the Queen my mother; every Jack-slave 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 capón too; and you crow, cock; with your comb on.
[ Afide. Clot. Say'st thou ?
2 Lord. It is not fit your lordship should undertake every companion, that you give offence to.
Clot. No, I know that; but it is fit I should commit offence to my inferiors.
2 Lord. Ay, it is fit for your lordfhip only. Clot. Why, fo I say.
i Lord. Did you hear of a stranger that's come to court to night?
Clat. A stranger, and I not know on't? 2 Lord. He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it
Afide. i Lord. There's an Italian come, and, 'tis thought, one of Leonatus's friends.
Clot. Leonatus ! a banish'd rascal ; and he's another, whatsoever he be. Who told
of this stranger ?" i 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 easily, I think.
2 Lord. You are a fool granted, therefore your issues being foolih do not derogate.
Clot. Come, I'll go see this Italian : what i mar. loit to day at bowls, I'll win to night of him. Come ; go. 2 Lord. I'll attend your lordfhip.
That such a crafty devil, as his mother,
a woman, that
(7) More hatefull than the foul Expulfion is
of thy dear Husband, than that horrid AE
The Walls of thy dear honour, &c.] What perpetual proofs occur of these Editors' Atupid Indolence! They cannot afford even to add, or transpose, a Stop, tho' the Sense be never so 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 so hateful, worthless, a Creature, the Heavens would purposely keep her honeft in Contempt of him? The Author meant no such absurd Stuff. I dare be positive, I have reform'd his Pointing, and by That retriev'd his true Sense. “ This Wooer, says the speaker, is more hateful to her than “ the Banishment of her Lord; or the horrid Attempt of making that Banihment perpetual
, by his marrying her in “ her Lord's Absence.” Having made chis Reflexion, he subjoins a virtuous Wish, that Heaven may preserve her Honour unblemill'd, and her to enjoy her Husband back, and her Rights in the Kingdomno