And yet of moment too, for it concerns
Your lord; myself and other noble friends
Are partners in the business.
IMOGEN. Pray what is't?
IACHIMO. Some dozen Romans of us, and your lord-
The best
feather of our wing- have mingled sums
To buy a present for the Emperor;
Which I, the
factor for the rest, have done
In France. 'Tis plate of rare
device, and jewels
Of rich and
exquisite form, their values great;
And I am something curious, being strange,
To have them in safe stowage. May it please you
To take them in
protection?
IMOGEN. Willingly;
And pawn mine honour for their safety. Since
My lord hath interest in them, I will keep them
In my bed
chamber.
IACHIMO. They are in a trunk,
Attended by my men. I will make bold
To send them to you only for this night;
I must
aboard to-
morrow.
IMOGEN. O, no, no.
IACHIMO. Yes, I
beseech; or I shall short my word
By length'ning my return. From Gallia
I cross'd the seas on purpose and on promise
To see your Grace.
IMOGEN. I thank you for your pains.
But not away to-
morrow!
IACHIMO. O, I must, madam.
Therefore I shall
beseech you, if you please
To greet your lord with
writing, do't to-night.
I have outstood my time, which is material
'To th' tender of our present.
IMOGEN. I will write.
Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept
And truly yielded you. You're very
welcome. Exeunt
ACT II. SCENE I.
Britain. Before CYMBELINE'S palace
Enter CLOTEN and the two LORDS
CLOTEN. Was there ever man had such luck! When I kiss'd the jack,
upon an up-cast to be hit away! I had a hundred pound on't; and
then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing, as if I
borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend them at my
pleasure.
FIRST LORD. What got he by that? You have broke his pate with your
bowl.
SECOND LORD. [Aside] If his wit had been like him that broke it, it
would have run all out.
CLOTEN. When a gentleman is dispos'd to swear, it is not for any
standers-by to
curtail his oaths. Ha?
SECOND LORD. No, my lord; [Aside] nor crop the ears of them.
CLOTEN. Whoreson dog! I give him
satisfaction? Would he had been
one of my rank!
SECOND LORD. [Aside] To have smell'd like a fool.
CLOTEN. I am not vex'd more at anything 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 Queen my mother. Every jackslave hath his bellyful
of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that nobody
can match.
SECOND LORD. [Aside] You are cock and capon too; and you crow,
cock, with your comb on.
CLOTEN. Sayest thou?
SECOND LORD. It is not fit your
lordship should
undertake every
companion that you give offence to.
CLOTEN. No, I know that; but it is fit I should
commit offence to
my inferiors.
SECOND LORD. Ay, it is fit for your
lordship only.
CLOTEN. Why, so I say.
FIRST LORD. Did you hear of a stranger that's come to court
to-night?
CLOTEN. A stranger, and I not known on't?
SECOND LORD. [Aside] He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it
not.
FIRST LORD. There's an Italian come, and, 'tis thought, one of
Leonatus' friends.
CLOTEN. Leonatus? A banish'd
rascal; and he's another, whatsoever
he be. Who told you of this stranger?
FIRST LORD. One of your
lordship's pages.
CLOTEN. Is it fit I went to look upon him? Is there no derogation
in't?
SECOND LORD. You cannot derogate, my lord.
CLOTEN. Not easily, I think.
SECOND LORD. [Aside] You are a fool granted;
therefore your issues,
being foolish, do not derogate.
CLOTEN. Come, I'll go see this Italian. What I have lost to-day at
bowls I'll win to-night of him. Come, go.
SECOND LORD. I'll attend your
lordship.
Exeunt CLOTEN and FIRST LORD
That such a
crafty devil as is his mother
Should yield the world this ass! A woman that
Bears all down with her brain; and this her son
Cannot take two from twenty, for his heart,
And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess,
Thou
divine Imogen, what thou endur'st,
Betwixt a father by thy step-dame govern'd,
A mother hourly coining plots, a wooer
More
hateful than the foul
expulsion is
Of thy dear husband, than that
horrid act
Of the
divorce he'd make! The heavens hold firm
The walls of thy dear honour, keep unshak'd
That
temple, thy fair mind, that thou mayst stand
T' enjoy thy banish'd lord and this great land! Exit
SCENE II.
Britain. IMOGEN'S bed
chamber in CYMBELINE'S
palace; a trunk in one corner
Enter IMOGEN in her bed, and a LADY attending
IMOGEN. Who's there? My woman? Helen?
LADY. Please you, madam.
IMOGEN. What hour is it?
LADY. Almost
midnight, madam.
IMOGEN. I have read three hours then. Mine eyes are weak;
Fold down the leaf where I have left. To bed.
Take not away the taper, leave it burning;
And if thou canst awake by four o' th' clock,
I prithee call me. Sleep hath seiz'd me
wholly. Exit LADY
To your
protection I
commend me, gods.
From fairies and the tempters of the night
Guard me,
beseech ye!
[Sleeps. IACHIMO comes from the trunk]
IACHIMO. The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd sense
Repairs itself by rest. Our Tarquin thus
Did
softly press the rushes ere he waken'd
The chastity he wounded. Cytherea,
How
bravely thou becom'st thy bed! fresh lily,
And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch!
But kiss; one kiss! Rubies unparagon'd,
How
dearly they do't! 'Tis her breathing that
Perfumes the
chamber thus. The flame o' th' taper
Bows toward her and would under-peep her lids
To see th' enclosed lights, now canopied
Under these windows white and azure, lac'd
With blue of heaven's own tinct. But my design
To note the
chamber. I will write all down:
Such and such pictures; there the window; such
Th' adornment of her bed; the arras, figures-
Why, such and such; and the
contents o' th' story.
Ah, but some natural notes about her body
Above ten thousand meaner movables
Would
testify, t'
enrich mine inventory.
O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her!
And be her sense but as a monument,
Thus in a
chapel lying! Come off, come off;
[Taking off her bracelet]
As
slippery as the Gordian knot was hard!
'Tis mine; and this will
witness outwardly,
As
strongly as the
conscience does within,
To th' madding of her lord. On her left breast
A mole cinque-spotted, like the
crimson drops
I' th' bottom of a
cowslip. Here's a voucher
Stronger than ever law could make; this secret
Will force him think I have pick'd the lock and ta'en
The treasure of her honour. No more. To what end?
Why should I write this down that's riveted,
Screw'd to my memory? She hath been
reading late
The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd down
Where Philomel gave up. I have enough.
To th' trunk again, and shut the spring of it.
Swift, swift, you dragons of the night, that dawning
May bare the raven's eye! I lodge in fear;
Though this a
heavenly angel, hell is here. [Clock strikes]
One, two, three. Time, time! Exit into the trunk
SCENE III.
CYMBELINE'S palace. An ante-
chamber adjoining
IMOGEN'S apartments
Enter CLOTEN and LORDS
FIRST LORD. Your
lordship is the most patient man in loss, the most
coldest that ever turn'd up ace.
CLOTEN. It would make any man cold to lose.
FIRST LORD. But not every man patient after the noble
temper of
your
lordship. You are most hot and
furious when you win.
CLOTEN. Winning will put any man into courage. If I could get this
foolish Imogen, I should have gold enough. It's almost morning,
is't not?
FIRST LORD. Day, my lord.
CLOTEN. I would this music would come. I am advised to give her
music a mornings; they say it will
penetrate.
Enter musicians
Come on, tune. If you can
penetrate her with your fingering, so.
We'll try with tongue too. If none will do, let her remain; but
I'll never give o'er. First, a very excellent good-conceited
thing; after, a wonderful sweet air, with
admirable rich words to
it- and then let her consider.
SONG
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chalic'd flow'rs that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes.
With everything that pretty bin,
My lady sweet, arise;
Arise, arise!
So, get you gone. If this
penetrate, I will consider your music
the better; if it do not, it is a vice in her ears which
horsehairs and calves' guts, nor the voice of unpaved
eunuch to
boot, can never amend. Exeunt musicians
Enter CYMBELINE and QUEEN
SECOND LORD. Here comes the King.
CLOTEN. I am glad I was up so late, for that's the reason I was up
so early. He cannot choose but take this service I have done
fatherly.- Good
morrow to your Majesty and to my
gracious mother.