968Winning will put any man into courage: if I could get

969this foolish Imogen, I should haue Gold enough: it's al-

970most morning, is't not?

9711 Day, my Lord.

972Clot. I would this Musicke would come: I am adui-

973sed to giue her Musicke a mornings, they say it will pene-

975Come on, tune: If you can penetrate her with your fin-

976gering, so: wee'l try with tongue too: if none will do, let

977her remaine: but Ile neuer giue o're. First, a very excel-

978lent good conceyted thing; after a wonderful sweet aire,

979with admirable rich words to it, and then let her consi-

980der.

989So, 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

991which Horse-haires, and Calues-guts, nor the voyce of

992vnpaued Eunuch to boot, can neuer amed.

9942 Heere comes the King.

995Clot. I am glad I was vp so late, for that's the reason

996I was vp so earely: he cannot choose but take this Ser-

997uice I haue done, fatherly. Good morrow to your Ma-

998iesty, and to my gracious Mother.

999Cym. Attend you here the doore of our stern daughter

1000Will she not forth?

1001Clot. I haue assayl'd her with Musickes, but she vouch-

1002safes no notice.

1003Cym. The Exile of her Minion is too new,

1004She hath not yet forgot him, some more time

1005Must weare the print of his remembrance on't,

1006And then she's yours.

1007Qu. You are most bound to'th' King,

1008Who let's go by no vantages, that may

1009Preferre you to his daughter: Frame your selfe

1010To orderly solicity, and be friended

1011With aptnesse of the season: make denials

1012Encrease your Seruices: so seeme, as if

1013You were inspir'd to do those duties which

1014You tender to her: that you in all obey her,

1015Saue when command to your dismission tends,

1016And therein you are senselesse.

1017Clot. Senselesse? Not so.

1018Mes. So like you (Sir) Ambassadors from Rome;

1019The one is Caius Lucius.

1020Cym. A worthy Fellow,

1021Albeit he comes on angry purpose now;

1022But that's no fault of his: we must receyue him

1023According to the Honor of his Sender,

1024And towards himselfe, his goodnesse fore-spent on vs

1025We must extend our notice: Our deere Sonne,

1026When you haue giuen good morning to your Mistris,

1027Attend the Queene, and vs, we shall haue neede

1028T' employ you towards this Romane.

1029Come our Queene. Exeunt.

1030Clot. If she be vp, Ile speake with her: if not

1031Let her lye still, and dreame: by your leaue hoa,

1032I know her women are about her: what

1033If I do line one of their hands, 'tis Gold

1034Which buyes admittance (oft it doth) yea, and makes

1035Diana's Rangers false themselues, yeeld vp

1036Their Deere to'th' stand o'th' Stealer: and 'tis Gold

1037Which makes the True-man kill'd, and saues the Theefe:

1038Nay, sometime hangs both Theefe, and True-man: what

1039Can it not do, and vndoo? I will make

1040One of her women Lawyer to me, for

1041I yet not vnderstand the case my selfe.

1042By your leaue. Knockes.

1044La. Who's there that knockes?

1045Clot. A Gentleman.

1046La. No more.

1047Clot. Yes, and a Gentlewomans Sonne.

1048La. That's more

1049Then some whose Taylors are as deere as yours,

1050Can iustly boast of: what's your Lordships pleasure?

1051Clot. Your Ladies person, is she ready?

1052La. I, to keepe her Chamber.

1053Clot. There is Gold for you,

1054Sell me your good report.

1055La. How, my good name? or to report of you

1056What I shall thinke is good. The Princesse.

1058Clot. Good morrow fairest, Sister your sweet hand.

1059Imo. Good morrow Sir, you lay out too much paines

1060For purchasing but trouble: the thankes I giue,

1061Is telling you that I am poore of thankes,

1062And scarse can spare them.

1063Clot. Still I sweare I loue you.

1064Imo. If you but said so, 'twere as deepe with me:

1065If you sweare still, your recompence is still

1066That I regard it not.

1067Clot. This is no answer.

1068Imo. But that you shall not say, I yeeld being silent,

1069I would not speake. I pray you spare me, 'faith

1070I shall vnfold equall discourtesie

1071To your best kindnesse: one of your great knowing

1072Should learne (being taught) forbearance.

1073Clot. To leaue you in your madnesse, 'twere my sin,

1074I will not.

1075Imo. Fooles are not mad Folkes.

1076Clot. Do you call me Foole?

1077Imo. As I am mad, I do:

1078If you'l be patient, Ile no more be mad,

1079That cures vs both. I am much sorry (Sir)

1080You put me to forget a Ladies manners

1081By being so verball: and learne now, for all,

1082That I which know my heart, do heere pronounce

1083By th' very truth of it, I care not for you,

1084And am so neere the lacke of Charitie

1085To accuse my selfe, I hate you: which I had rather

1086You felt, then make't my boast.

1087Clot. You sinne against

1088Obedience, which you owe your Father, for

1089The Contract you pretend with that base Wretch,

1090One, bred of Almes, and foster'd with cold dishes,

1091With scraps o'th' Court: It is no Contract, none;

1092And though it be allowed in meaner parties

1093(Yet who then he more meane) to knit their soules

1094(On whom there is no more dependancie

1095But Brats and Beggery) in selfe-figur'd knot,

1096Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement, by

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