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catch cold and starve : I will fetch my gold, and I'll tell thee, on the instant, thou art then have our two wagers recorded.

As great as is thy master : greater; for Post. Agreed. [Exeunt Post. and Iach. His fortunes all lie speechless, and his name French. Will this hold, think you ?

Is at last gasp : Return he cannot, nor Phi. Signior Iachimo will not from it. Pray, Continue where he is : to shift his being, let us follow 'em.

[Exeunt. Is to exchange one misery with another; SCENE VI.

And every day, that comes, comes to decay

A day's work in him: What shalt thou expect, Britain. A Room in Cymbeline's Palace.

To be depender on a thing that leans ? Enter Queen, Ladies, and Cornelius. Who cannot be new built: nor has no friends. Queen. Whiles yet the dew's on ground, ga- {The Queen drops a Box : Pisanio takes it up. ther those flowers;

So much as but to prop him ?- Thou tak'st up, Make haste: Who has the note of them? Thou know'st not what ; but take it for thy 1 Lady,

I, madam

labour : Queen. Despatch.


It is a thing I made, which bath the king Now, master doctor ; have you brought those Five times redeem'd from death : I do not know

What is more cordial :-Nay, 1 pr'ythee, take it; Cor. Pleaseth your highness, ay : here they That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how

It is an earnest of a further good are, n:adam : [Presenting a small box. The case stands with her ; do't, as from thyself, Bat I beseech your grace (without offence; My conscience bids me ask ;) wherefore you have Think what a chance thou changest on ; but ihink Commanded of me these most poisonous com- Who shall take notice of thee; I'll move the king

Thou hast thy mistress still; to boot my son, pounds, Which are the movers of a languishing death ; To any shape of thy preferment, such But, though slow, deadly?

As thou'lt desire; and then myself, I chiefly, Queen.

I do wonder, doctor. That set thee on to this desert, am bound Thou ask’st me such a question: Have I not been To load thy merit richly. Call my women: Thy pupil long ? Hast thou not learn'd me how Think on my words. (Exit Pisa. )-A sly and To make perfumes ? distil? preserve ? yea so,

constant knave; That our great king himself doth woo me oft

Not to be shak'd : the agent for his master; For my confections ? Having thus far proceeded And the remembrancer of her, to hold (Unless thou think'st me devilish,) is't not meet The han,

fast to her lord. --I have given him that, That I did amplify my judgment in

Which, if he take, shall quite unpeople her Other conclusions? I will try the forces

Of liegers for her sweet ; and which she, after, Of these thy compounds on such creatures as

Except she bend her humour, shall be assur'd We count not worth the hanging, (but none hu

Re-enter Pisanio, and Ladies. man,) To try the vigour of them, and apply

To taste of too.-So, so ;-well done, well done: Allayments to their act; and by them gather

The violets, cowslips, and the primroses, Their several virtues, and effects.

Bear to my closet :-Fare thee well, Pisanio; Cor.

Your highness Think on my words. Shall from this practice but make hard your

[Exeunt Queen and Ladies. heart:


And shall do: Besides, the seeing these effects will be

But when to my good lord I prove untrue, Both noisome and infectious.

I'll choke myself; there's all I'll do for you. Queen. 0, content thee.

[Erit. Enter Pisanio.

SCENE VII. Another Room in the same. Here comes a flattering rascal; upon him

Enter Imogen.

[Aside. Will I first work : he's for his master,

Imo. A father cruel, and a step-dame false; And enemy to my son. -How now, Pisanio ?- Afro.isu suitor to a wedded lady, Doctor, your service for this time is ended;

That hath her husband banish'd ;-0, that huz. Take your own way.

band! Cor.

I do suspect you, madam: My supreme crown of grief! and those repeated But you shall do no harm.


Vexations of it! Had I been thief-stolen, Queen.

Hark thee, a word. As my two brothers, happy! but most iniserable

[ To Pisanio. Is the desire that's glorious: Blessed be those, Cor. (Aside] I do not like her. She doth think How mean soe'er, that have their honest wills, she has

Which seasons comfort.-Who may this be? Fie! Strange lingering poisons: I do know her spirit,

Enter Pisanio and lachimo.
And will not trust one of her malice with
A drug of such damn'd nature: Those, she has, comes

from my lord with letters.

Pis. Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome; Will stupify and dull the sense awhile : Which first, perchance, she will prove on cats, The worthy Leonatnis is in safety,


Change you, madam ? and dogs; Then afterward up higher : but there is And grects your highness dearly. No danger in what show of death it makes,

[Presents a Letter More than the incking up the spirits a time,


Thanks, good sir To be more fresh, reviving. She is fool'd You are kindly welcome. With a most false effect; and I the truer,

lach. All of her, that is out of door, most rich! So to be false with her.

[ Aside Queen. No further service, doctor,

If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare, Until I send for thee.

She is alone the Arabian bird ; and I Cor.

I humbly take my leave. Have lost the wager. Boldness be my friend !

[Erit. Arm me, audacity, from head to foot! Queen. Weeps she still, say'st thou ?' Dost Or, like the Parthian, I shall flying fight : thou think, in time

Rather, directly fly. She will not quench; and let instructions enter Imo. [Reads. )--He is one of the noblest note, Where folly now possesses ? Do thou work; to whose kindnesses I am most infinitely tied When thou shalt bring me word, she loves my Reflect upon him accordingly, as you value son,

your truest



So far I read aloud :

Deserves your pity ? But even the very middle of my heart


Lamentable! What! Ls warm'd by the rest, and takes it thankfully-To hide me from the radiant san, and solace You are as welcome, worthy sir, as I

I' the dungeon by a snuff? Have words to bid you; and shall find it so, Imo.

I pray you, sir, In all that I can do.

Deliver with more openness your answers Iach.

Thanks, fairest lady.- To my demands. Why do you pity me?
What! are men mad? Hath nature given them lach. That others do,

I was about to say, enjoy your But
To see this vaulted arch, and the rich crop. It is an office of the gods to venge it,
Of sea and land, which can distinguish 'twixt Not mine to speak on't.
The fiery orbs above, and the twinn'd stones Imo.

You do seem to know Upon the number'd beach ? and can we not Something of me, or what concerns mę; 'Pray Partition make with spectacles so precious

you "Twixt fair and foul ?

(Since doubting things go ill, often hurts more Imo.

What makes your admiration? Than to be sure they do: For certainties lach. It cannot be i’ the eye; for apes and Either are past remedies, or, timely knowing, monkeys

The remedy then born,) discover to me Twixt two such she's, would chatter this way, What both you spur and stop. and


Had I this cheek Contemn with mows the other : Nor i'the judg. To bathe my lips upon ; this hand, whose touch, ment;

Whose every touch, would force the feeler's soni For idiots, in this case of favour, would

To the oath of loyalty ; this object, which Be wisely definite : Nor if the appetite ;. Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye, Sluttery to snch neat excellence oppos'd Fixing it only here : should I (damn'd then,) Should make desire vomit emptiness.

Slaver with lips as common as the stairs Not so allar'd to feed.

That mount the Capitol ; join gripes with hands Imo. What is the matter, trów?

Made hard with hourly falsehood (falsehood, as Iach.

The cloyed will With labour;) then lie peeping in an eye, (That satiate yet unsatisfied desire,

Base and unlustrous as the smoky light That tub both blld and running,) ravening first That's fed with stinking lallow ; it were fit, The lamb, longs after for the garbage. That all the plagnes of hell should at one time Imo.

What, dear sir, Encounter such revolt. Thus raps you? Are you well?


My lord, I fear, Iach. Thanks, madam ; well 'Beseech you, Has forgot Britain. sir, desire (To Pisanio. Іach.

And himself. Not l, My man's abode where I did leave him : he Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce Is strange and peevish.

The beggary of his change; but ’uis your graces

I was going, sir, That, from my mutest conscience, to my tongue, To give him welcome.

Erit Pisanio. Charms this report out. Imo. Continues well my lord 1 His health, be- Imo.

Let me hear no more. seech you?

lach. ( dearest soul! your cause doth striko lach. Well, madam. Imo. Is he dispos'd to mirth? I hope, he is. With pity, that doth make me sick. A lady lach. Exceeding pleasant : none a stranger So fair, and fasten'd to an empery, there

Would make the great'st king double! to be So merry and so gamesome: he is call'd

partner'd The Briton reveller.

With tomboys, hired with that self-exhibition Imo. When he was here,

Which your own coffers yield! with diseas'd He did incline to sadness; and oft-times

ventures, Not knowing why.

That play with all infirmities for gold Tach.

I never saw him sad, Which rottenness can lend nature ; such boil'd There is a Frenchman his companion, one

stuff, An eminent monsieur, that, it seems, much loves As well might poison poison ! Be revenged : A Gallian girl at home: he furnaces

Or she, that bore you, was no queen, and you The thick sighs from him ; wbiles the jolly Briton Recoil from your great stock. (Your lord, 1 mean,) laughs from's' free lungs, Imo.

Revenged ! cries, O!

How should I be revenged ? If this be true, Can my sides hold, to think, that man, - who (As I have such a heart, that both mine ears knows

Must not in haste abuse,) if it be true,
By history, report, or his own proof, How should I be reveng'd ?
What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose Iach.

uld he make me But must be, will his free hours languish for Live like Diana's priest, betwixt cold sheets; Assured bondage?

Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps, Imo.

Will my lord say so? In your despite, upon your purse ? Revenge it. Tach. Ay, madam: with his eyes in flood with I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure; laughter

More noble than that runagate to your bed; It is a recreation to be by,

And will continue fast to your affection, And hear him mock the Frenchman: But, hea- Still close, as sure. vens know,


What ho, Pisanio! Some men are much to blame.

lach. Let me my service tender on your lips. Imo.

Not he, I hope. Imo. Away - do condemo mine ears, that lach. Not he: But yet heaven's bounty to- have wards him might

So long attended thee. If thou wert honourable, Be us'd more thankfully. In himself, 'tis much; Thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue, not In you, which I count his, beyond all talents, For such an end thou seek'st; as base as strange. Whilst I am bound to wonder, I am bound Thou wrong'st a gentleman, who is as far To pity too.

From thy report, as thou from honour; and Imo.

What do you pity, sir ? Solicit'st here a lady, that disdains lach. Two creatures, heartily.

Thee and the devil alike..What ho, Pisanio Imo.

Am I one, sir ? The king my father shall be made acquainted, You look on me; What wreck discern you in me, Of thy ussault: if he shall think it fit,

my heart

A sancy stranger, in his coiirt, to mart 11 had a hundred pound on't: And then a whore As in a Romish stew, and to expound

son jackanapes must take me up for swearing; His beastly mind to us; he hath a court as if I borrowed mine oaths of him, and might He little cares for, and a daughter whom not spend them at my pleasure. He not respects at all. What ho, Pisanio - 1 Lord. What got he by that? You have broke Iach. O happy Leonatus! I may say ; bis pate with your bowl. The credit, that thy ladly hath of thee,

2 Lord. If his wit had been like him that Deserves thy trust! and thy most perfect good-broke it, it would have ran all out. [Aside. ness

Clo. When a gentleman is disposed to swear, Her assur'd credit I-Blessed live you long! it is not for any slanders by to curtail his oatlis : A lady to the worthiest sir, that ever

Ha ? Country call' his! and you his mistress, only 2 Lord. No, my Lord ; nor (aside) crop the For the most worthiest fit! Give me your pardon. ears of them. Jhave spoke this, to know if your affiance Clo. Whoreson dog! I give him satisfaction ? Were deeply rooted ; and shall make your lord, 'Would he had been one of my rank! That which he is, new o'er: And he is one 2 Lord. To have smelt like a fool. [Aside. The truest manner'd: such a holy witch, Clo. I am not more vexed at any thing in the that he enchants societies unto him :

earth.-A pox on't! I had rather not be so nidHalf all men's hearts are his.

ble as I am; they dare not fight with me, beImo.

You make amends cause of the queen my mother : every jack-slave lach. He sits 'mongst men like a descended god : hath his belly full of fighting, and I must go up He hath a kind of honour sets him off,

and down like a cock that nobody can match. More than a mortal seeming. Be not angry, 2 Lord. You are a cock and capon too : and Most mighty princess, that I have adventur'a you crow, cock, with your comb on. (Aside. To try your taking of a false report ; which hath Clo. Sayest thou ? Honour'd with confirmation your great judg. I Lord. It is not fit, your lordship shonld unment

dertake every companion that you give offence In the election of a sir so rare,

to. Which you know, cannot err: The love I bear Clo. No. I know that: but it is fit, I should him

commit offence to my inferiors. Made me to fan you thus ; but the gods made 2 Lord. Ay, it is fit for your lordship only. you,

Clo. Why, so I say: Unlike all others, chafflegs. 'Pray your pardon. i Lord. Did you hear of a stranger, that's Imo. All's well, sir; Take my power if the come to court to-night? court for yours.

Clo. A stranger! and I not know on't ! lach. My humble thanks. I had almost forgou 2 Lord. He's a strange fellow himself, and To entreat your grace but in a small request, knows it not.

Aside. And yet of moment too, for it concerns

1 Lord. There's an Italian come; and, 'tis Your lord ; myself, and other noble friends, thought, one of Leonatus' friends. Are partners in the business.

Clo. Leonatus! a banished rascal; and he's Imo.

'Pray, what is't? another, whatsoever he be. Who told you of Iach. Some dozen Romans of us, and your lord this stranger ? (The best feather of our wing,) have mingled i Lord. One of your lordship's pages. sums,

Clo. Is it fit, I went to look apon him? 13 To buy a present for the emperor ;

there no derogation in't? Which I, the factor for the rest, have done i Lord. You cannot derogate, my lord. In France : 'Tis plate,of rare device, and jewels, Clo. Not easily, I think. Of rich and exquisite form; their values great ; .2 Lord. You are a fool granted ; therefore your And I am something curious, being strange, issues being foolish, do not derogate. [Asiric. To have them in safe stowage; may it please you Clo. Come, I'll go see this Italian: What ! To take them in protection?

have lost to-day at bowls, I'll win to-night of Imo.

Willingly; him. Come, go.
And pawn mine honour for their safety : since 2 Lord. I'll attend your lordship.
My lord hath interest in them, I will keep them

[Ercunt Cloten and first Lord. In my bed-chamber.

That such a crafty devil as is his mother lach.

They are in a trunk, Should yield the world this ass! a woman, that Attended by my men: I will make hold Bears all down with her brain ; and this her son To send them to you, only for this night; Cannot take two from twenty for his heart, I must aboard to-morrow.

And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess, Imo.

O no, no

Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'st! lach. Yes, I beseech; or I shall short my word, Betwixt a father by thy step-dame govern'd; By length'ning my return. From Gallia A mother hourly coining plots; a wooer, I cross'd the seas on purpose, and on promise More hateful than the foul expulsion is To see your grace.

Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act Imo.

I thank you for your pains; Of the divorce he'd make! The heavens hold firm But not away to-morrow !

The walls of thy dear honour; keep unshak'd lach.

0, I must, madam : That temple, thy fair mind; that thou may'st Therefore, I shall beseech you, if you please

stand, To greet your lord with writing, do'ı to-night : To enjoy thy banish'd lord, and this great land. i have outstood my time; which is material

(Erit. To the tender of our present.

SCENE 11. Imo.

I will write. Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept, A Bedchamber; in one part of it a Trunk. And truly yielded you: You are very welcome. Imogen reading in her bed; a Lady attending,


Imo. Who's there ? my woman Helen ?


Please you, madam. SCENE I. Court before Cymbeline's Palace.

Imo. What hour is it?

Almost midnight, madam.
Enter Cloten and Two Lords.

Imo. I have read three hours then ; mine eyes Clo. Was there ever man had such luck! when are weak :I kissed the jack upon an upcast, to be hit away!(Fold down the leaf where I have left: To bed : sign?

Take not away the taper, leave it burning; your fingering, s0; we'll try with tongue too : And if thou canst awake by four o'the clock, Ir none will do, let her remain; but I'll never I pr’ythee call me. Sleep hath seiz'd me give o'er. First, a very exceilent good-conceited wholly,

[Exit Lady. thing; after, a wonderful sweet air, with admi. To your protection I commend me, gods! rable rich words to it, and then let her consider. From fairies, and the templers of the night,

SONG. Guard me, beseech ye!

(Sleeps. lachimo, from the Trunk. Hark ! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, lach. The crickets sing, and man's o'erlabour. And Phæbus 'gins arise ed sense

His steeds to water at those springs, Repairs itself by rest : Our Tarquin thus

On chalic'd flowers that lies; Did softly press the rushes, ere he waken'd And winking Mary-buda begin The chastity, he wounded. --Cytherea,

To ope their golden eyes; How bravely thou becom'st thy bed ! 'fresh lily ! With every thing that pretty

bin And whiter than the sheets ! That I might touchi My lady sweet, arise : But kiss ; one kiss ! Rubies unparagon'd,

Arise, arise. How dearly they do't 'Tis her breathing that Perfumes the chamber thus : The flame o'the So, get you gone; If this penetrate, I will con

sider your music the better: if it do not, it is & taper Bows toward her; and would underpeep her vice in her ears, which horse-hairs, and cat's lids,

guts, nor the voice of unpaved eunuch to boot, To see the enclosed lights, now canopied

can never amend.

[Ereunt Musicians Under these windows: White and azure, lac'd Enter Cymbeline and Queen. With blue of heaven's own tinct.-But my de

2 Lord. Here comes the king. To note the chamber :-) will write all down : reason I was np so early : He cannot choose but

Clo. I am glad, I was up so late : for that's the Such, and such, pictures :-There the window : take this service I have done, fatherly. Good

-Such Why, such, and such :- And the contents o'thé Cym. Attend you here the door of our stern The adornment of her bed :-The arras, figures, morrow to your majesty, and to my gracious story,

daughter ? Ay, but some natural notes about her body,

Will she nut forth ? Above ten thousand meaner inoveables

Clo. I have assailed her with musick, but she Would testify, to enrich mine inventory:

vouchsafe's no notice. O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her!

Cym. The exile of her minion is too new; And be her sense but as a monument,

She hath not yet forgot him : some more time Thus in a chapel lying !-Cone off, come off; "Taking off her Bracelet. And then she's yours.

Must wear the print of his remembrance out, As slippery as the Gordian knot was hard !

Queen. Yon are most bound to the king : Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly,

Who lets go by no vantages, that may
As strongly as the conscience does within,
To the madding of her lord. On her left breast To orderly solicits ; and be friended

Prefer you to his daughter: Frame yourself A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops

With aptness of the season: make denials 1' the bottom of a cowslip: Here's a voucher, Stronger than ever law could make : this secret You were inspir'd to do those duties which

Increase your services: so seem, as if Will force him think I have pick'd the lock, and You tender to her; that you in all ohey her,

ta'en The treasure of her honour. No more. To Save when command to your dismission tends,

And therein you are senseless. what end ?


Senseles3 ? not so. Why should I write this down, that's riveted, Screw'd to my memory ? She hath been reading

Enter a Messenger. late

Mess. So like you, sir, embassadors from Rome; The tale of Tereus; here the leafʼs turn'd down, The one is Caius Lucius. Where Philomel gave up ;-) have enough:

A worthy fellow, To the trunk again, and shut the spring of it. Albeit he comes on angry purpose now; Swift, swift, you dragons of the night I-hat But that's no fault of his: We must receive him dawning

According to the honour of his sender ; May bear the raven's eye : I lodge in fear; And towards himself his goodness forespent on us Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here. We must extend our notice.-Our dear son,

(Clock strikes. When you have given good morning to your One, two, three-Time, time!

mistress, [Goes into the Trunk. The Scene closes. Attend the queen, and us; we shall have need SCENE NI.-An Ante-chamber adjoining To employ you towards this Roman.-Come, Imogen's Apartment.

our queen.

(Eseunt Cym. Queen, Lords, and Mess. Enter Cloten and Lords.

Clo. If she be up, I'll speak with her; if not, 1 Lord. Your lordship is the most patient man Let her lie still, and dream.-By your leave ho! in loss, the most coldest that ever turn'd up ace.

[Knocks. Clo. It would make any man cold to lose. I know her women are about her; What I Lord. But not every man patient, after the If I do line one of their hands? 'Tis gold noble lemper of your lordship; you are most hot, Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and and furious, when you win.

makes Clo. Winning would put any man into cou- Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up rage: If I could get this foolish Imogen, I should Their

deer to the stand of the stealer; and 'tis gold have gold enough: It's almost morning, is't not? Which makes the true man kill'd, and saves tho I Lord. Day, my lord.

thief; Clo. I would this musick would come : I am Nay, sometime, hangs both thief and true man: advised to give her musick o'mornings; they What Bay, it will penetrate.

Can it not do, and undo? I will make
Enter Musicians.

One of her women lawyer to me ; for

I yet not understand the case myself. Come on ; tune: if you can penetrate her with | By your leave.


Cym. .





Enter a Lady.

Were they all made such men.-How now, PL

sanio ? Lady. Who's there, that knocks ?

Enter Pisanio. Clo.

A gentleman. Lady.

No more? Clo. His garment ? Now, the devil Clo: 'Yes, and a gentlewoman's son.

Imo. To Dorothy my woman hie thee presentLady.

That's more
Clo. His garment ?

[ly :

Imo. Than some, whose tailors are as dear as yours,

I am sprighted with a fool; Can justly boast of: What's your lordship's Frighted, and anger'd worse :-Go, bid my wo

pleasure ? Clo. Your lady's person: Is she ready ?

Search for a jewel, that too casually Lady.

Hath left mine arm; it was thy master's: 'shrew To keep her chamber. Clo. There's gold for you; sell me your good If I would lose it for a revenue report.

of any king's in Europe. I do think, Lady. How I my good name? or to report of you I saw't this morning : Confident I am, What I shall think is good ?--The princess Last night 'twas on mine arm ; I kiss'd it:

I hope, it be not gone, to tell my lord
Enter Imogen.

Thai I kissed ought but he.

'Twill not be lost. Clo. Good morrow, fairest sister : Your sweet Imo. I hope so : go, and search. hand.

[Exit Pisanio. Imo. Good morrow, sir: You lay out too much clo.

You have abus'd me: pains

His meanest garment ? For purchasing but trouble : the thanks I give,


Ay; 1 said so, sir. Is telling you that I am poor of thanks,

If you will make't an action, call witness to't. And scarce can spare them.

Cio. I will inform your father.
Still, I swear, I love you. Imo.

Your mother too;
Imo. If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me: She's my good lady; and will conceive, I hope,
If you swear still, your recompense is still But the worst of me. So I leave you, sir,
That I regiurd it not.

To the worst of discontent.

Erit. Clo. This is no answer. Clo. .

I'll be reveng'd: Imo. But that you shall not say I yield, being His meanest garment ?-Well.

Exil. silent, I would not speak. I pray you, spare me i' faith,

SCENE IV. I shall unfold equal discourtesy

Rome. An Apartment in Philario's House. To your best kindness; one of your great knowing

Enter Posthumus and Philario. Should learn, being tanght, forbearance. Clo. To leave you in your madness, 'twere iny Post. Fear it not, sir: I would, I were so sure

To win the king, as I am bold, her honour I will not.

Will remain herg. Imo. Fools are not mad folkg.


What means do you make to him? Clo.

Do you call me fool?

Post. Not any ; but abide the change of time; Imo. As I am mad, I do:

Quake in the present winter's state, and wish If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad; That warmer days would come: in these fcar'd That cures us both. I am much sorry, sir,

hopes, You put me to forget a lady's manners, I barely gratify your love; they failing, By being so verbal: and learn now, for all, I must die much your debior. That I, which know my heart, do here pronounce, Phi. Your very goodness, and your company, By the very truth of it, I care not for you; O'erpays all I can do. By this, your king And am so near the lack of charity

Hath heard of great Augustus: Caius Lucius (To accuse myself,) I hate you ; which I had Will do his commission throughly: And I think, rather

He'll grant the tribute, send the arrearages, You felt, than make't my boast.

Or look upon our Romans, whose remembrance Clo.

You sin against Is yet fresh in their grief. Obedience, which you owe your father. For Post.

I do believe The contract you pretend with that base wretch (Statist though I am none, nor like to be,) (One, bred of alms, and foster'd with cold dishes, That this will prove a war; and you shall hear With scraps o' the court,) it is no contract, none: The legions now in Gallia, sooner landed And though it be allow'd in meaner parties, In our not-fearing Britain, than have tidings (Yet who, than he, more mean ?) to knit their of any penny tribute paid. Our countrymen souls

Are men more order'd, than when Julias Cesar (On whom there is no more dependency Smild at their lack of skill, but found their But brats and beggary) in self-figur'd knot;

courage Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by Worthy his frowning at: Their discipline The consequence o' the crown; and must not

soil (Now mingled with their courages) will make The precious note of it with base slave,

A hilding for a livery, a squire's cloth, To their approvers, they are people, such
A pantler, not so eminent.

That mend upon the world.
Profane fellow !

Enter lachimo.
Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more,
But what thou art, besides, thou wert too base Phi.

See ! lachimo ? To be his groom: thou wert dignified enough, Post. The swiftest harts have posted you by Even to the point of envy, if 'twere made

land : Comparative for your virtues, to be styl'd And winds of all the corners kiss'd your sails, The under-hangman of his kingdom; and hated To make your vessel nimble. For being preferr'd so well.


Welcome, sir. Clo.

The south-fog rot him! Post. I hope, the briefness of your answer made Imo. He never can meet more mischance than The speediness of your return.


Your lady To be but nam'd of thce. His meanest garment, is one of the fairest that I have look'd upon. That ever hath but clipp'd his body, is dearer, Post. And, therewithal, the bost; or let her In my respect, than all the hairs above thee,



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