2.2.1903Enter Imogen in her bed and a Lady [Helen] Who's there? My woman, Helen?
Who's there? My woman, Helen? Please you, madam.
What hour is it?
What hour is it? Almost midnight, madam.
I have read three hours then.
909Mine eyes are weak;
2.2.5910Fold down the leaf where I have left. To bed.
2.2.6911Take not away the taper; leave it burning;
2.2.7912And if thou canst awake by four o'th' clock,
[Lady exits or sleeps]
I prithee call me. Sleep hath seized me wholly.
2.2.9914To your protection I commend me, gods;
2.2.10915From fairies and the tempters of the night,
The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labored sense
2.2.15919Repairs itself by rest. Our Tarquin thus
2.2.16920Did softly press the rushes ere he wakened
2.2.18922How bravely thou becom'st thy bed, fresh lily,
2.2.19923And whiter than the sheets. That I might touch,
2.2.20924But kiss, one kiss. Rubies unparagoned,
2.2.21925How dearly they do't: 'tis her breathing that
2.2.22926Perfumes the chamber thus. The flame o'th' taper
2.2.23927Bows toward her and would underpeep her lids
2.2.24928To see th'enclosed lights, now canopied
2.2.25929Under these windows, white and azure laced
2.2.26930With blue of heaven's own tinct. But my design,
2.2.27931To note the chamber. I will write all down.
2.2.28932Such and such pictures; there the window; such
2.2.29933Th'adornment of her bed; the arras, figures,
2.2.30934Why, such and such; and the contents o'th' story.
2.2.31935Ah, but some natural notes about her body
2.2.33937Would testify, t'enrich mine inventory.
2.2.34938O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her,
2.2.36940Thus in a chapel lying. Come off, come off;
2.2.38941As slippery as the Gordian knot was hard.
2.2.39942'Tis mine, and this will witness outwardly
2.2.40943As strongly as the conscience does within
2.2.41944To th' madding of her lord. On her left breast,
2.2.42945A mole cinq-spotted, like the crimson drops
2.2.43946I'th' bottom of a cowslip. Here's a voucher
2.2.44947Stronger than ever law could make; this secret
2.2.45948Will force him think I have picked the lock and ta'en
2.2.46949The treasure of her honor. No more: to what end?
2.2.47950Why should I write this down that's riveted,
2.2.48951Screwed to my memory? She hath been reading late
2.2.49952The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turned down
2.2.50953Where Philomel gave up. I have enough.
2.2.51954To th' trunk again, and shut the spring of it.
2.2.52955Swift, swift, you dragons of the night, that dawning
2.2.53956May bare the raven's eye. I lodge in fear:
2.2.54957Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here.