843must take me vp for swearing, as if I borrowed mine

844oathes of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure.

8451. What got he by that? you haue broke his pate

846with your Bowle.

8472. If his wit had bin like him that broke it: it would

848haue run all out.

849Clot. When a Gentleman is dispos'd to sweare: it is

850not for any standers by to curtall his oathes. Ha?

8512. No my Lord; nor crop the eares of them.

852Clot. Whorson dog: I gaue him satisfaction? would

853he had bin one of my Ranke.

8542. To haue smell'd like a Foole.

855Clot. I am not vext more at any thing in th' earth: a

856pox on't. I had rather not be so Noble as I am: they dare

857not fight with me, because of the Queene my Mo-

858ther: euery Iacke-Slaue hath his belly full of Fighting,

859and I must go vp and downe like a Cock, that no body

860can match.

8612. You are Cocke and Capon too, and you crow

862Cock, with your combe on.

863Clot. Sayest thou?

8642. It is not fit you Lordship should vndertake euery

865Companion, that you giue offence too.

866Clot. No, I know that: but it is fit I should commit

867offence to my inferiors.

8682. I, it is fit for your Lordship onely.

869Clot. Why so I say.

8701. Did you heere of a Stranger that's come to Court

871night?

872Clot. A Stranger, and I not know on't?

8732. He's a strange Fellow himselfe, and knowes it not.

8741. There's an Italian come, and 'tis thought one of

875Leonatus Friends.

876Clot. Leonatus? A banisht Rascall; and he's another,

877whatsoeuer he be. Who told you of this Stranger?

8781. One of your Lordships Pages.

879Clot. Is it fit I went to looke vpon him? Is there no

880derogation in't?

8812. You cannot derogate my Lord.

882Clot. Not easily I thinke.

8832. You are a Foole graunted, therefore your Issues

884being foolish do not derogate.

885Clot. Come, Ile go see this Italian: what I haue lost

886to day at Bowles, Ile winne to night of him. Come: go.

8872. Ile attend your Lordship. Exit.

888That such a craftie Diuell as is his Mother

889Should yeild the world this Asse: A woman, that

890Beares all downe with her Braine, and this her Sonne,

891Cannot take two from twenty for his heart,

892And leaue eighteene. Alas poore Princesse,

893Thou diuine Imogen, what thou endur'st,

894Betwixt a Father by thy Step-dame gouern'd,

895A Mother hourely coyning plots: A Wooer,

896More hatefull then the foule expulsion is

897Of thy deere Husband. Then that horrid Act

898Of the diuorce, heel'd make the Heauens hold firme

899The walls of thy deere Honour. Keepe vnshak'd

900That Temple thy faire mind, that thou maist stand

901T' enioy thy banish'd Lord: and this great Land. Exeunt.

904Imo. Who's there? My woman: Helene?

905La. Please you Madam.

906Imo. What houre is it?

907Lady. Almost midnight, Madam.

908Imo. I haue read three houres then:

909Mine eyes are weake,

910Fold downe the leafe where I haue left: to bed.

911Take not away the Taper, leaue it burning:

912And if thou canst awake by foure o'th' clock,

913I prythee call me: Sleepe hath ceiz'd me wholly.

914To your protection I commend me, Gods,

915From Fayries, and the Tempters of the night,

916Guard me beseech yee. Sleepes.

918Iach. The Crickets sing, and mans ore-labor'd sense

919Repaires it selfe by rest: Our Tarquine thus

920Did softly presse the Rushes, ere he waken'd

921The Chastitie he wounded. Cytherea,

922How brauely thou becom'st thy Bed; fresh Lilly,

923And whiter then the Sheetes: that I might touch,

924But kisse, one kisse. Rubies vnparagon'd,

925How deerely they doo't: 'Tis her breathing that

926Perfumes the Chamber thus: the Flame o'th' Taper

927Bowes toward her, and would vnder-peepe her lids.

928To see th' inclosed Lights, now Canopied

929Vnder these windowes, White and Azure lac'd

930With Blew of Heauens owne tinct. But my designe.

931To note the Chamber, I will write all downe,

932Such, and such pictures: There the window, such

933Th' adornement of her Bed; the Arras, Figures,

934Why such, and such: and the Contents o'th' Story.

935Ah, but some naturall notes about her Body,

936Aboue ten thousand meaner Moueables

937Would testifie, t' enrich mine Inuentorie.

938O sleepe, thou Ape of death, lye dull vpon her,

939And be her Sense but as a Monument,

940Thus in a Chappell lying. Come off, come off;

941As slippery as the Gordian-knot was hard.

942'Tis mine, and this will witnesse outwardly,

943As strongly as the Conscience do's within:

944To'th' madding of her Lord. On her left brest

945A mole Cinque-spotted: Like the Crimson drops

946I'th' bottome of a Cowslippe. Heere's a Voucher,

947Stronger then euer Law could make; this Secret

948Will force him thinke I haue pick'd the lock, and t'ane

949The treasure of her Honour. No more: to what end?

950Why should I write this downe, that's riueted,

951Screw'd to my memorie. She hath bin reading late,

952The Tale of Tereus, heere the leaffe's turn'd downe

953Where Philomele gaue vp. I haue enough,

954To'th' Truncke againe, and shut the spring of it.

955Swift, swift, you Dragons of the night, that dawning

956May beare the Rauens eye: I lodge in feare,

957Though this a heauenly Angell: hell is heere.

959One, two, three: time, time. Exit.

9621. Your Lordship is the most patient man in losse, the

963most coldest that euer turn'd vp Ace.

964Clot. It would make any man cold to loose.

9651. But not euery man patient after the noble temper

966of your Lordship; You are most hot, and furious when

967you winne.