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Clot. Was there euer man had such lucke? when I kist the Iacke vpon an vp-cast, to be hit away? I had a hundred pound on't: and then a whorson Iacke-an-Apes, must take me vp for swearing, as if I borrowed mine oathes of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure

   1. What got he by that? you haue broke his pate

with your Bowle

   2. If his wit had bin like him that broke it: it would

haue run all out

   Clot. When a Gentleman is dispos'd to sweare: it is

not for any standers by to curtall his oathes. Ha?

  2. No my Lord; nor crop the eares of them

   Clot. Whorson dog: I gaue him satisfaction? would

he had bin one of my Ranke

2. To haue smell'd like a Foole

Clot. I am not vext more at any thing in th' earth: a pox on't I had rather not be so Noble as I am: they dare not fight with me, because of the Queene my Mother: euery Iacke-Slaue hath his belly full of Fighting, and I must go vp and downe like a Cock, that no body can match

   2. You are Cocke and Capon too, and you crow

Cock, with your combe on

   Clot. Sayest thou?

  2. It is not fit your Lordship should vndertake euery

Companion, that you giue offence too

   Clot. No, I know that: but it is fit I should commit

offence to my inferiors

2. I, it is fit for your Lordship onely

Clot. Why so I say

   1. Did you heere of a Stranger that's come to Court

night?

  Clot. A Stranger, and I not know on't?

  2. He's a strange Fellow himselfe, and knowes it not

   1. There's an Italian come, and 'tis thought one of

Leonatus Friends

   Clot. Leonatus? A banisht Rascall; and he's another,

whatsoeuer he be. Who told you of this Stranger?

  1. One of your Lordships Pages

   Clot. Is it fit I went to looke vpon him? Is there no

derogation in't?

  2. You cannot derogate my Lord

Clot. Not easily I thinke

   2. You are a Foole graunted, therefore your Issues

being foolish do not derogate

   Clot. Come, Ile go see this Italian: what I haue lost

to day at Bowles, Ile winne to night of him. Come: go

   2. Ile attend your Lordship.

Enter.

That such a craftie Diuell as is his Mother

Should yeild the world this Asse: A woman, that

Beares all downe with her Braine, and this her Sonne,

Cannot take two from twenty for his heart,

And leaue eighteene. Alas poore Princesse,

Thou diuine Imogen, what thou endur'st,

Betwixt a Father by thy Step-dame gouern'd,

A Mother hourely coyning plots: A Wooer,

More hatefull then the foule expulsion is

Of thy deere Husband. Then that horrid Act

Of the diuorce, heel'd make the Heauens hold firme

The walls of thy deere Honour. Keepe vnshak'd

That Temple thy faire mind, that thou maist stand

T' enioy thy banish'd Lord: and this great Land.

Exeunt.

  Imo. Who's there? My woman: Helene?

  La. Please you Madam

   Imo. What houre is it?

  Lady. Almost midnight, Madam

   Imo. I haue read three houres then:

Mine eyes are weake,

Fold downe the leafe where I haue left: to bed.

Take not away the Taper, leaue it burning:

And if thou canst awake by foure o'th' clock,

I prythee call me: Sleepe hath ceiz'd me wholly.

To your protection I commend me, Gods,

From Fayries, and the Tempters of the night,

Guard me beseech yee.

Sleepes.

Iachimo from the Trunke.

  Iach. The Crickets sing, and mans ore-labor'd sense

Repaires it selfe by rest: Our Tarquine thus

Did softly presse the Rushes, ere he waken'd

The Chastitie he wounded. Cytherea,

How brauely thou becom'st thy Bed; fresh Lilly,

And whiter then the Sheetes: that I might touch,

But kisse, one kisse. Rubies vnparagon'd,

How deerely they doo't: 'Tis her breathing that

Perfumes the Chamber thus: the Flame o'th' Taper

Bowes toward her, and would vnder-peepe her lids.

To see th' inclosed Lights, now Canopied

Vnder these windowes, White and Azure lac'd

With Blew of Heauens owne tinct. But my designe.

To note the Chamber, I will write all downe,

Such, and such pictures: There the window, such

Th' adornement of her Bed; the Arras, Figures,

Why such, and such: and the Contents o'th' Story.

Ah, but some naturall notes about her Body,

Aboue ten thousand meaner Moueables

Would testifie, t' enrich mine Inuentorie.

O sleepe, thou Ape of death, lye dull vpon her,

And be her Sense but as a Monument,

Thus in a Chappell lying. Come off, come off;

As slippery as the Gordian-knot was hard.

'Tis mine, and this will witnesse outwardly,

As strongly as the Conscience do's within:

To'th' madding of her Lord. On her left brest

A mole Cinque-spotted: Like the Crimson drops

I'th' bottome of a Cowslippe. Heere's a Voucher,

Stronger then euer Law could make; this Secret

Will force him thinke I haue pick'd the lock, and t'ane

The treasure of her Honour. No more: to what end?

Why should I write this downe, that's riueted,

Screw'd to my memorie. She hath bin reading late,

The Tale of Tereus, heere the leaffe's turn'd downe

Where Philomele gaue vp. I haue enough,

To'th' Truncke againe, and shut the spring of it.

Swift, swift, you Dragons of the night, that dawning

May beare the Rauens eye: I lodge in feare,

Though this a heauenly Angell: hell is heere.

Clocke strikes

One, two, three: time, time.

Enter.

1. Your Lordship is the most patient man in losse, the most coldest that euer turn'd vp Ace

Clot. It would make any man cold to loose

1. But not euery man patient after the noble temper of your Lordship; You are most hot, and furious when you winne. Winning will put any man into courage: if I could get this foolish Imogen, I should haue Gold enough: it's almost morning, is't not? 1 Day, my Lord

Clot. I would this Musicke would come: I am aduised to giue her Musicke a mornings, they say it will penetrate. Enter Musitians.

Come on, tune: If you can penetrate her with your fingering, so: wee'l try with tongue too: if none will do, let her remaine: but Ile neuer giue o're. First, a very excellent good conceyted thing; after a wonderful sweet aire, with admirable rich words to it, and then let her consider.