Made me to fan you thus; but the gods made you, Unlike all others, chafflefs. Pray, your pardon. Imo. All's well, fir: Take my power i' the court for yours. Iach. My humble thanks. I had almoft forgot Your lord; myself, and other noble friends, Imo. Pray, what is't? Iach. Some dozen Romans of us, and your lord, (The best feather of our wing) have mingled fums, To buy a prefent for the emperor; Which I, the factor for the reft, have done In France: 'Tis plate, of rare device; and jewels, Imo. Willingly; And pawn mine honour for their faféty: fince Iach. They are in a trunk, Attended by my men: I will make bold To fend them to you, only for this night; 1 muft aboard to-morrow. Imo. O, no, no. Iach. Yes, I beseech; or I fhall fhort my word, By length'ning my return. From Gallia I crofs'd the feas on purpofe, and on promife To fee your grace. Imo. I thank you for your pains; But not away to-morrow? Iach. O, I muft, madam: -being ftrange,] i. e. being a stranger. STEEVENS. Therefore I shall befeech you, if you please Imo. I will write. Send your trunk to me; it fhall fafe be kept, And truly yielded you: You are very welcome. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. Cymbeline's palace. Enter Cloten, and two Lords. Clot. Was there ever man had fuch luck! when I kifs'd the jack upon an up-caft, to be hit away! I had a hundred pound on't: And then a whorefon jackanapes muft take me up for fwearing; as if I borrow'd my oaths of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure. his I Lord. What got he by that? You have broke pate with your bowl. 2 Lord. If his wit had been like him that broke it, it would have run all out. [Afide. 4kifs'd the jack upon an up-cast] He is defcribing his fate at bowls. The jack is the fmall bowl at which the others are aimed. He who is nearest to it wins. To kifs the jack is a state of great advantage. JOHNSON. This expreffion frequently occurs in the old comedies. So, in A woman never vex'd, by Rowley, 1632: "This city bowler has kifs'd the mistress at the firft caft.” STEEVENS. Cle. 5 Clot. When a gentleman is difpos'd to fwear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths: Ha? 2 Lord. No, my lord; nor crop the ears of them. [Afide. Clot. Whorefon dog!-I give him fatisfaction? 'Would, he had been one of my rank! 2 Lord. To have smelt like a fool. [Afide. Clot. I am not vex'd 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. Clot. Sayeft thou? I 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 fhould commit offence to my inferiors. 2 Lord. Ay, it is fit for your lordship only. Clot. Why, fo I say. 1 Lord. Did you hear of a stranger, that's come to court to-night? Clot. A ftranger! and I not know on't! 2 Lord. He's a ftrange fellow himself, and knows ir not. [Afide. I Lord. There's an Italian come, and, 'tis thought, one of Leonatus' friends. Clot. Leonatus! a banish'd rafcal; and he's another, whatsoever he be. Who told you of this ftranger? No, my lord; &c.] This, I believe, fhould ftand thus: 1 Lord. No, my Lord. 2 Lord. Nor crop the ears of them. [Afide. JOHNSON. with your comb on.] The allufion is to a fool's cap, which hath a comb like a cock's. JOHNSON. 7 -every companion-] The use of companion was the fame as of fellow now. It was a word of contempt. JOHNSON, 1 Lord. One of your lordship's pages. Clot. Is it fit, I went to look upon him? Is there no derogation in't? 1 Lord. You cannot derogate, my lord. Clot. Not eafily, I think. 2 Lord. You are a fool granted; therefore your iffues being foolish, do not derogate. [Afide. Clot. Come, I'll go fee this Italian: What I have loft to-day at bowls, I'll win to-night of him. Come, go. 2 Lord. I'll attend your lordship. [Exeunt Cloten, and firft Lord, That fuch a crafty devil as his mother Should yield the world this afs! a woman, that [Exit. A Bed-chamber; in one part of it a Trunk. Imogen reading in her bed; a lady attending. Imo. Who's there? my woman Helen? Lady. Please you, madam. Hanmer, -he'd make !] In the old editions: -hee'ld make !. -hell made. In which he is followed by Dr. Warburton. JOHNSON. Ime. Imo. What hour is it? Lady. Almoft midnight, madam. Imo. I have read three hours then: mine eyes are Fold down the leaf where I have left: To bed: [Exit Lady. To your protection I commend me, gods! [Sleeps. [Lachimo, from the trunk. Iach. The crickets fing, and man's o'er-labour'd fense Repairs itself by reft: 'Our Tarquin thus 9 From fairies, &c.] In Macbeth is a prayer like this: Reftrain in me the curfed thoughts that nature Give way to in repofe! our Tarquin STEEVENS. The ] The fpeaker is an Italian, JOHNSON, 2 Did foftly prefs the rushes,] It was the custom in the time of our author to ftrew chambers with rushes, as we now cover them with carpets. The practice is mentioned in Caius de Ephemera Britannica. JOHNSON. -Tarquin thus Did foftly prefs the rushes. This fhews that Shakspeare's idea was, that the ravishing ftrides of Tarquin were foftly ones, and may ferve as a comment on that paffage in Macbeth. BLACKSTONE. So, in Arden of Feverfham, 1592: 66 Again, his blood remains, Why ftrew rubes." For in his flip'd fhoe I did find some rushes." Again, in Buffy D'Ambois, 1641: "Were not the king here, he fhould ftrew the chamber like a rush." Shakspeare has the fame circumftance in his Rape of Lucrece: "sby |