Internet Shakespeare Editions

Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Jennifer Forsyth
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Cymbeline (Modern)


[2.2]

Enter Imogen in her bed and a Lady [Helen]
Imogen
Who's there? My woman, Helen?
905Lady
Please you, madam.
Imogen
What hour is it?
Lady
Almost midnight, madam.
Imogen I have read three hours then. Mine eyes are weak;
910Fold 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. [Lady exits or sleeps]
Sleep hath seized me wholly.
To your protection I commend me, gods;
915From fairies and the tempters of the night,
Guard me, beseech ye.
Sleeps
Iachimo from the trunk
Iachimo The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labored sense
Repairs itself by rest. Our Tarquin thus
920Did softly press the rushes ere he wakened
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 unparagoned,
925How dearly they do't: 'tis her breathing that
Perfumes the chamber thus. The flame o'th' taper
Bows toward her and would underpeep her lids
To see th'enclosed lights, now canopied
Under these windows, white and azure laced
930With 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.
935Ah, but some natural notes about her body
Above ten thousand meaner moveables
Would testify, t'enrich mine inventory.
O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her,
And be her sense but as a monument
940Thus in a chapel lying. Come off, come off;
[Removes 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,
945A mole cinq-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 picked the lock and ta'en
The treasure of her honor. No more: to what end?
950Why should I write this down that's riveted,
Screwed to my memory? She hath been reading late
The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turned down
Where Philomel gave up. I have enough.
To th' trunk again, and shut the spring of it.
955Swift, 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]