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Author: William Shakespeare
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Cymbeline (Folio 1, 1623)


The Tragedie of Cymbeline.
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Winning will put any man into courage: if I could get
this foolish Imogen, I should haue Gold enough: it's al-
970most morning, is't not?
1 Day, my Lord.
Clot. I would this Musicke would come: I am adui-
sed to giue her Musicke a mornings, they say it will pene-
trate.
Enter Musitians.
975Come on, tune: If you can penetrate her with your fin-
gering, so: wee'l try with tongue too: if none will do, let
her remaine: but Ile neuer giue o're. First, a very excel-
lent good conceyted thing; after a wonderful sweet aire,
with admirable rich words to it, and then let her consi-
980der.
SONG.
Hearke, hearke, the Larke at Heauens gate sings,
and Phœbus gins arise,
His Steeds to water at those Springs
985on chalic'd Flowres that lyes:
And winking Mary-buds begin to ope their Golden eyes
With euery thing that pretty is, my Lady sweet arise:
Arise, arise.

So, get you gone: if this pen trate, I will consider your
990Musicke the better: if it do not, it is a voyce in her eares
which Horse-haires, and Calues-guts, nor the voyce of
vnpaued Eunuch to boot, can neuer amed.
Enter Cymbaline, and Queene.
2 Heere comes the King.
995Clot. I am glad I was vp so late, for that's the reason
I was vp so earely: he cannot choose but take this Ser-
uice I haue done, fatherly. Good morrow to your Ma-
iesty, and to my gracious Mother.
Cym. Attend you here the doore of our stern daughter
1000Will she not forth?
Clot. I haue assayl'd her with Musickes, but she vouch-
safes no notice.
Cym. The Exile of her Minion is too new,
She hath not yet forgot him, some more time
1005Must weare the print of his remembrance on't,
And then she's yours.
Qu. You are most bound to'th'King,
Who let's go by no vantages, that may
Preferre you to his daughter: Frame your selfe
1010To orderly solicity, and be friended
With aptnesse of the season: make denials
Encrease your Seruices: so seeme, as if
You were inspir'd to do those duties which
You tender to her: that you in all obey her,
1015Saue when command to your dismission tends,
And therein you are senselesse.
Clot. Senselesse? Not so.
Mes. So like you (Sir) Ambassadors from Rome;
The one is Caius Lucius.
1020Cym. A worthy Fellow,
Albeit he comes on angry purpose now;
But that's no fault of his: we must receyue him
According to the Honor of his Sender,
And towards himselfe, his goodnesse fore-spent on vs
1025We must extend our notice: Our deere Sonne,
When you haue giuen good morning to your Mistris,
Attend the Queene, and vs, we shall haue neede
T'employ you towards this Romane.
Come our Queene.
Exeunt.
1030Clot. If she be vp, Ile speake with her: if not
Let her lye still, and dreame: by your leaue hoa,
I know her women are about her: what
If I do line one of their hands, 'tis Gold
Which buyes admittance (oft it doth) yea, and makes
1035Diana's Rangers false themselues, yeeld vp
Their Deere to'th'stand o'th'Stealer: and 'tis Gold
Which makes the True-man kill'd, and saues the Theefe:
Nay, sometime hangs both Theefe, and True-man: what
Can it not do, and vndoo? I will make
1040One of her women Lawyer to me, for
I yet not vnderstand the case my selfe.
By your leaue.
Knockes.
Enter a Lady.
La. Who's there that knockes?
1045Clot. A Gentleman.
La. No more.
Clot. Yes, and a Gentlewomans Sonne.
La. That's more
Then some whose Taylors are as deere as yours,
1050Can iustly boast of: what's your Lordships pleasure?
Clot. Your Ladies person, is she ready?
La. I, to keepe her Chamber.
Clot. There is Gold for you,
Sell me your good report.
1055La. How, my good name? or to report of you
What I shall thinke is good. The Princesse.

Enter Imogen.

Clot. Good morrow fairest, Sister your sweet hand.
Imo. Good morrow Sir, you lay out too much paines
1060For purchasing but trouble: the thankes I giue,
Is telling you that I am poore of thankes,
And scarse can spare them.
Clot. Still I sweare I loue you.
Imo. If you but said so, 'twere as deepe with me:
1065If you sweare still, your recompence is still
That I regard it not.
Clot. This is no answer.
Imo. But that you shall not say, I yeeld being silent,
I would not speake. I pray you spare me, 'faith
1070I shall vnfold equall discourtesie
To your best kindnesse: one of your great knowing
Should learne (being taught) forbearance.
Clot. To leaue you in your madnesse, 'twere my sin,
I will not.
1075Imo. Fooles are not mad Folkes.
Clot. Do you call me Foole?
Imo. As I am mad, I do:
If you'l be patient, Ile no more be mad,
That cures vs both. I am much sorry (Sir)
1080You put me to forget a Ladies manners
By being so verball: and learne now, for all,
That I which know my heart, do heere pronounce
By th'very truth of it, I care not for you,
And am so neere the lacke of Charitie
1085To accuse my selfe, I hate you: which I had rather
You felt, then make't my boast.
Clot. You sinne against
Obedience, which you owe your Father, for
The Contract you pretend with that base Wretch,
1090One, bred of Almes, and foster'd with cold dishes,
With scraps o'th'Court: It is no Contract, none;
And though it be allowed in meaner parties
(Yet who then he more meane) to knit their soules
(On whom there is no more dependancie
1095But Brats and Beggery) in selfe-figur'd knot,
Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement, by
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