Cymbeline (Modern)

 960[2.3]
 2.3.1961Enter Clotten and Lords
 2.3.29621 Lord
 Your lordship is the most patient man in loss, the 963most coldest that ever turned up ace.
 2.3.3964Clotten
 It would make any man cold to lose.
 2.3.49651 Lord
 But not every man patient after the noble temper 966of your lordship: you are most hot and furious when 967you win.
 2.3.5968[Clotten]
 Winning will put any man into courage. If I could get 969this foolish Imogen, I should have gold enough. It's 970almost morning, is't not?
 2.3.69711 Lord
 Day, my Lord.
 2.3.7972Clotten
 I would this music would come. I am 973advised to give her music o' mornings; they say it will 974penetrate.
 2.3.8Enter Musicians
 2.3.9975Come on, tune. If you can penetrate her with your 976fingering, so; we'll try with tongue, too. If none will do, let 977her remain, but I'll never give o'er. First, a very 978excellent good conceited thing; after, a wonderful sweet air 979with admirable rich words to it, and then let her 980consider.
 2.3.10981Song
 2.3.11[Musicians and possibly Clotten]
 2.3.12982
 Hark, hark, the lark at Heaven's gate sings,
 2.3.13983And Phoebus gins arise,
 2.3.14984His steeds to water at those springs
 2.3.15985On chaliced flowers that lies,
 2.3.16986And winking Mary-buds begin to ope their golden eyes;
 2.3.17987With every thing that pretty is, my lady sweet, arise,
 2.3.18988Arise, arise.
 2.3.19[Clotten]
 989So, get you gone. If this penetrate, I will consider your 990music the better; if it do not, it is a voice in her ears 991which horse-hairs and calves' guts nor the voice of 992unpaved eunuch to boot can never amend.
 2.3.20[Exeunt Musicians]
 2.3.21993Enter Cymbeline and Queen
 2.3.229942 Lord
 Here comes the King.
 2.3.23995Clotten
 I am glad I was up so late, for that's the reason 996I was up so early. He cannot choose but take this 997service I have done fatherly. -- Good morrow to Your 998Majesty and to my gracious mother.
 2.3.24999Cymbeline
 Attend you here the door of our stern daughter?
 2.3.251000Will she not forth?
 2.3.261001Clotten
 I have assailed her with musics, but she 1002vouchsafes no notice.
 2.3.271003Cymbeline
 The exile of her minion is too new;
 2.3.281004She hath not yet forgot him. Some more time
 2.3.291005Must wear the print of his remembrance on't,
 2.3.301006And then she's yours.
 1007Queen
 And then she's yours.  	You are most bound to th' King,
 2.3.311008Who lets go by no vantages that may
 2.3.321009Prefer you to his daughter. Frame yourself
 2.3.331010To orderly solicits and be friended
 2.3.341011With aptness of the season; make denials
 2.3.351012Increase your services; so seem as if
 2.3.361013You were inspired to do those duties which
 2.3.371014You tender to her, that you in all obey her
 2.3.381015Save when command to your dismission tends,
 2.3.391016And therein you are senseless.
 1017Clotten
 And therein you are senseless.  	Senseless? Not so.
 2.3.40[Enter Messenger]
 2.3.411018Messenger
 So like you, sir, ambassadors from Rome;
 2.3.421019The one is Caius Lucius.
 1020Cymbeline
 The one is Caius Lucius.  	A worthy fellow
 2.3.431021Albeit he comes on angry purpose now,
 2.3.441022But that's no fault of his. We must receive him
 2.3.451023According to the honor of his sender,
 2.3.461024And towards himself, his goodness forespent on us,
 2.3.471025We must extend our notice. Our dear son,
 2.3.481026When you have given good morning to your mistress,
 2.3.491027Attend the Queen and us; we shall have need
 2.3.501028T'employ you towards this Roman. 1029Come, our Queen.
 2.3.51Exeunt [all but Clotten]
 2.3.521030Clotten
 If she be up, I'll speak with her; if not,
 2.3.531031Let her lie still and dream. -- By your leave, ho! --
 2.3.541032I know her women are about her; what
 2.3.551033If I do line one of their hands? 'Tis gold
 2.3.561034Which buys admittance (oft it doth), yea, and makes
 2.3.571035Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up
 2.3.581036Their deer to th' stand o'th' stealer; and 'tis gold
 2.3.591037Which makes the true man killed and saves the thief --
 2.3.601038Nay, sometime hangs both thief and true man. What
 2.3.611039Can it not do, and undo? I will make
 2.3.621040One of her women lawyer to me, for
 2.3.631041I yet not understand the case myself. --
 2.3.641042By your leave.
 2.3.65Knocks
 2.3.661043Enter a Lady
 2.3.671044Lady
 Who's there that knocks?
 2.3.681045Clotten
 Who's there that knocks?  	A gentleman.
 1046Lady
 Who's there that knocks? 	A gentleman.  		No more?
 2.3.691047Clotten
 Yes, and a gentlewoman's son.
 1048Lady
 Yes, and a gentlewoman's son.  	That's more
 2.3.701049Than some whose tailors are as dear as yours
 2.3.711050Can justly boast of. What's your lordship's pleasure?
 2.3.721051Clotten
 Your lady's person. Is she ready?
 1052Lady
 Your lady's person. Is she ready?  	Aye, 
 2.3.73To keep her chamber.
 1053Clotten
 To keep her chamber.  	There is gold for you; 
 2.3.741054Sell me your good report.
 1055Lady
 Sell me your good report.  	How, my good name? 
 2.3.75Or to report of you 1056what I shall think 
 2.3.76Is good? The princess.
 2.3.771057Enter Imogen
 2.3.781058Clotten
 Good morrow, fairest; Sister, your sweet hand.
 2.3.791059Imogen
 Good morrow, sir; you lay out too much pains
 2.3.801060For purchasing but trouble. The thanks I give
 2.3.811061Is telling you that I am poor of thanks
 2.3.821062And scarce can spare them.
 1063Clotten
 And scarce can spare them.  	Still I swear I love you.
 2.3.831064Imogen
 If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me;
 2.3.841065If you swear still, your recompense is still
 2.3.851066That I regard it not.
 1067Clotten
 That I regard it not.  	This is no answer.
 2.3.861068Imogen
 But that you shall not say I yield, being silent,
 2.3.871069I would not speak. I pray you spare me; faith,
 2.3.881070I shall unfold equal discourtesy
 2.3.891071To your best kindness. One of your great knowing
 2.3.901072Should learn, being taught, forbearance.
 2.3.911073Clotten
 To leave you in your madness 'twere my sin;
 2.3.921074I will not.
 2.3.931075Imogen
 Fools are not mad folks.
 2.3.941076Clotten
 Do you call me fool?
 1077Imogen
 Do you call me fool?  	As I am mad, I do:
 2.3.951078If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad;
 2.3.961079That cures us both. I am much sorry, sir,
 2.3.971080You put me to forget a lady's manners
 2.3.981081By being so verbal; and learn now, for all,
 2.3.991082That I which know my heart do here pronounce
 2.3.1001083By th' very truth of it, I care not for you
 2.3.1011084And am so near the lack of charity --
 2.3.1021085To accuse myself -- I hate you, which I had rather
 2.3.1031086You felt than make't my boast.
 1087Clotten
 You felt than make't my boast.  	You sin against
 2.3.1041088Obedience which you owe your father, for
 2.3.1051089The contract you pretend with that base wretch,
 2.3.1061090One bred of alms and fostered with cold dishes,
 2.3.1071091With scraps o'th' court, it is no contract, none.
 2.3.1081092And though it be allowed in meaner parties --
 2.3.1091093Yet who than he more mean? -- to knit their souls,
 2.3.1101094On whom there is no more dependency
 2.3.1111095But brats and beggary, in self-figured knot,
 2.3.1121096Yet you are curbed from that enlargement by
 2.3.1131097The consequence o'th' crown and must not foil
 2.3.1141098The precious note of it with a base slave,
 2.3.1151099A hilding for a livery, a squire's cloth,
 2.3.1161100A pantler -- not so eminent.
 1101Imogen
 A pantler -- not so eminent.  	Profane fellow!
 2.3.1171102Wert thou the son of Jupiter and no more
 2.3.1181103But what thou art besides, thou wert too base
 2.3.1191104To be his groom. Thou wert dignified enough
 2.3.1201105Even to the point of envy if 'twere made
 2.3.1211106Comparative for your virtues to be styled
 2.3.1221107The under-hangman of his kingdom, and hated
 2.3.1231108For being preferred so well.
 1109Clotten
 For being preferred so well.  	The south fog rot him!
 2.3.1241110Imogen
 He never can meet more mischance than come
 2.3.1251111To be but named of thee. His meanest garment
 2.3.1261112That ever hath but clipped his body is dearer
 2.3.1271113In my respect than all the hairs above thee,
 2.3.1281114Were they all made such men. How now, Pisanio?
 2.3.1291115Enter Pisanio
 2.3.1301116Clotten
 His garment? Now the devil!
 2.3.1311117Imogen [To Pisanio]
 To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently.
 2.3.1321118Clotten
 His garment?
 His garment?  1119Imogen [To Pisanio]
 	I am sprighted with a fool,
 2.3.1331120Frighted, and angered worse. Go bid my woman
 2.3.1341121Search for a jewel that too casually
 2.3.1351122Hath left mine arm; it was thy master's. Shrew me
 2.3.1361123If I would loose it for a revenue
 2.3.1371124Of any king's in Europe. I do think
 2.3.1381125I saw't this morning; confident I am,
 2.3.1391126Last night 'twas on mine arm; I kissed it.
 2.3.1401127I hope it be not gone to tell my lord
 2.3.1411128That I kiss aught but he.
 1129Pisanio
 That I kiss aught but he.  	'Twill not be lost.
 2.3.1421130Imogen
 I hope so; go and search.
 [Exit Pisanio]
 1131Clotten
 I hope so; go and search.  	You have abused me.
 2.3.1431132His meanest garment?
 1133Imogen
 His meanest garment?  	Aye, I said so, sir;
 2.3.1441134If you will make't an action, call witness to't.
 2.3.1451135Clotten
 I will inform your father.
 1136Imogen
 I will inform your father.  	Your mother, too:
 2.3.1461137She's my good lady and will conceive, I hope,
 2.3.1471138But the worst of me. So I leave you, sir,
 2.3.1481139To th' worst of discontent.
 Exit
 1140Clotten
 To th' worst of discontent.  	I'll be revenged:
 2.3.1491141His meanest garment? Well.
 2.3.150Exit
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