Was there ever man had such luck, when I kissed 841the jack, upon an upcast to be hit away? I had a 842hundred pound on't. And then a whoreson jackanapes 843must take me up for swearing as if I borrowed mine 844oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure.

What got he by that? You have broke his pate 846with your bowl.

2.1.48472 Lord [Aside]

If his wit had been like him that broke it, it would 848have run all out.

When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is 850not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths. Ha?

2.1.68512 Lord [Aside]

No, my Lord, nor crop the ears of them.

Whoreson dog. I gave him satisfaction! Would 853he had been one of my rank.

2.1.88542 Lord [Aside]

To have smelled like a fool.

I am not vexed more at anything 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 Queen my 858mother. Every jack-slave hath his belly full of fighting, 859and I must go up and down like a cock that nobody 860can match.

2.1.108612 Lord [Aside]

You are cock and capon too, and you crow, 862cock, with your comb on.

Sayst thou?

It is not fit your lordship should undertake every 865companion that you give offense to.

No, I know that; but it is fit I should commit 867offense to my inferiors.

Aye, it is fit for your lordship only.

Why, so I say.

Did you hear of a stranger that's come to court 871tonight?

A stranger, and I not know on't?

2.1.188732 Lord [Aside]

He's a strange fellow himself and knows it not.

There's an Italian come, and 'tis thought one of 875Leonatus' friends.

Leonatus? A banished rascal, and he's another, 877whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger?

One of your lordship's pages.

Is it fit I went to look upon him? Is there no 880derogation in't?

You cannot derogate, my Lord.

Not easily, I think.

2.1.258832 Lord [Aside]

You are a fool granted; therefore, your issues, 884being foolish, do not derogate.

Come, I'll go see this Italian. What I have lost 886today at bowls, I'll win tonight of him. Come; go.

I'll attend your lordship.

2.1.29888That such a crafty devil as is his mother

2.1.30889Should yield the world this ass! A woman that

2.1.31890Bears all down with her brain, and this her son

2.1.32891Cannot take two from twenty for his heart

2.1.33892And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess,

2.1.34893Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'st

2.1.35894Betwixt a father by thy stepdame governed,

2.1.36895A mother hourly coining plots, a wooer

2.1.37896More hateful than the foul expulsion is

2.1.38897Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act

2.1.39898Of the divorce he'd make. The heavens hold firm

2.1.40899The walls of thy dear honor. Keep unshaked

2.1.41900That temple, thy fair mind, that thou mayst stand

2.1.42901T'enjoy thy banished lord and this great land.