Cymbeline (Modern)
Peer Reviewed
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Enter Clotten and the two Lords
840Clotten Was there ever man had such luck, when I kissed ¶the jack, upon an upcast 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.
¶Clotten When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is 850not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths. Ha?
855Clotten I am not vexed 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 jack-slave hath his belly full of fighting, ¶and I must go up and down like a cock that nobody 860can match.
¶Clotten Sayst thou?
¶2 Lord Aye, it is fit for your lordship only.
¶Clotten Why, so I say.
¶Clotten A stranger, and I not know on't?
¶Clotten Leonatus? A banished rascal, and he's another, ¶whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger?
¶1 Lord One of your lordship's pages.
¶2 Lord You cannot derogate, my Lord.
¶Clotten Not easily, I think.
885Clotten Come, I'll go see this Italian. What I have lost ¶today at bowls, I'll win tonight of him. Come; go.
¶2 Lord I'll attend your lordship.
[Exit Clotten or 1 Lord]
¶That such a crafty devil as is his mother
¶Should yield the world this ass! A woman that
890Bears 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 stepdame governed,
895A 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 honor. Keep unshaked
900That temple, thy fair mind, that thou mayst stand
¶T'enjoy thy banished lord and this great land.
Exeunt
