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And winking Mary-buds begin

To ope their golden eyes ;
With every thing that 3 pretty bin,
My lady sweet, arise ;

Arise, arise. So, get you gone :-if this penetrate, I will consider your music the better: if it do not, it is a vice in her ears, which horse-hairs, and cats-guts, nor the voice of unpaved eunuch to boot, can never amend.

[Exeunt Musicians. Enter Queen and Cymbeline. 2 Lord. Here comes the king.

Clot. I am glad I was up so late ; for that's the reason I was up so early: he cannot chufe but take this service I have done fatherly. Good morrow to you majesty, and to my gracious mother. Cym. Attend you here the door of our stern

daughter? Will she not forth?

Clot. I have affaild her with musics, but she vouchsafes no notice.

Cym. The exile of her minion is too new :
She hath not yet forgot him; some more time
Must wear the print of his remembrance out,
And then she's yours.

Queen. You are most bound to the king,
Who lets go by no vantages that may
Prefer you to his daughter. Frame yourself
To orderly follicits; and be friended
With aptness of the season : make denials
Encrease your services : so seem, as if
You were inspir’d to do those duties which

3 — pretty bin,] is very properly reftored by Hanmer, for pretty is; but he too grammatically reads, With all the things that pretty bin. Johnson. Na


You tender to her; that you in all obey her,
Save when command to your dismission tends,
And therein you are senseless.

Clot. Senseless ? not fo.

Enter a Messenger.
Mes. So like you, Sir, ambassadors from Rome ;
The one is Caius Lucius.

Cym. A worthy fellow,
Albeit he comes on angry purpose now;
But that's no fxult of his: we must receive him
According to the honour of his sender;
And towards himself, 4 his goodness forespent on us,
We must extend our notice.-Our dear fon,
When you have given good morning to your mistress,
Attend the queen and us; we shall have need
To employ you towards this Roman. Come, our

[Exeunt. Clot. If she be up, I'll speak with her ; if not, Let her lie still, and dream.-Dy your leave, ho!

- [K:locks.
I know her women are about her. What,
If I do line one of their hands ? 'Tis gold
Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, makes
Diana's rangers, false themselves, yield up
Tleir deer to the stand o' the stealer: and 'tis gold
Which makes the true-man kill'd, and faves the thief;
Nay, sometimes, hangs both thief and true-man. What
Can it not do, and undo? I will make
One of her women lawyer to me; for
I yet not understand the case myself,
By your leave


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- bis goodness forespent on us,] i. e. The good ofices done by him to us heretofore. WARBURTON.



Enter a Lady.
Lady. Who's there, that knocks ?
Clot. A gentleman.
Lady. No more?
Clot. Yes, and a gentlewoman's son.

Lady. That's more
Than fome, whose taylors are as dear as yours,
Can justly boast of. What's your lordship’s pleasure?

Clot. Your lady's person. Is she ready?
Lady. Ay, to keep her chamber.
Clot. There is gold for you; sell me your good

Lody. How! my good name? or to report


you What I shall think is good? The princess

Enter Imogen.
Clot. Good-morrow, fairest. Sister, your sweet

Imo. Good-morrow, Sir: you lay out too much

For purchasing but trouble: the thanks I give,
Is telling you that I am poor of thanks,
And scarce can spare them.

Clot. Still, I swear, I love you.

Imo. If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me:
If you swear still, your recompence is still
That I regard it not.

Clot. This is no answer.
Imo. But that you shall not say I yieki, being

I would not speak. I pray you, spare me:-'faith
I fhall unfold equal discourtely
To your best kindness: 5 one of your great knowing
Should learn, being taught, forbearance.

one of your great knowing Should learn being TAUGHT) forbearance.] i. e. A man wba is taught forbearance should learn it. JOHNSON.


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Clot. 6 To leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin. I will not.

Imo. Fools are not mad folks.
Clot. Do you call me fool?

Imo. As I am mad, I do:
If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad;
That cures us both. I am much forry, Sir,
You put me to forget a lady's manners
By being 7 fo verbal: and learn now for all,
That I, who know my heart, do here pronounce,
By the very truth of it, I care not for you;
And am so near the lack of charity
(To accuse myself) I hate you: which I had rather
You felt, than make't my boast.

Clot. You sin against
Obedience, which you owe your father. For

6 To leave you in your madness, 'were my fin.
I will not.

Imo. Fools are not mad folks.
Clot. Do you call me fool?

Imo. As I am mad, I do :) But does she really call him fool? The acutest critic would be puzzled to find it out, as the text sands. The reasoning is perplexed by a flight corruption; and we must refore it thus:

Fools Cure not mad folks. You are mad, says he, and it would be a crime in me to leave you to yourself. Nay, says she, why should you stay? A fool never cured madness. Do you call me fool? replies he, &c. All this is easy and natural. And that cure was certainly the poet's word, I think, is very evident from what Imogen immediately subjoins :

If you'll be patient, I'll no more

That cures us both.i. e. If you'll cease to torture me with your foolish solicitations, I'll cease to thew towards you any thing like madness; so a double cure will be effected of your folly, and my fupposed frenzy. WARRURTON.

Fools are not mad folks.] This, as Cloten very well understands it, is a covert mode of calling him fool. The meaning implied is this: If I am mad, as you tell me, I am what you can never be, Fools are not mad folks. STEEVENS. 7 so verbal :--) Is, fo verbose, fo full of talk. Johns.


* The contract you pretend with that base wretch,
(One, bred of alms, and foster'd with cold dishes,
With scraps o' the court) it is no contract, none :
And though it be allow'd in meaner parties,
(Yet who than he, more mean?) to knit their souls
(On whom there is no more dependency
But brats and beggary) 9 in self-figur'd knot;
Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by
The consequence o' the crown; and must not foil
The precious note of it with a base save,
A hilding for a livery, a squire's cloth;
A pantler; not so eminent.

Imo. Prophane fellow!
Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more
But what thou art besides, thou wert too base
To be his groom : thou wert dignify'd enough,
Even to the point of envy, if ’rwere made
Comparative for your virtues, to be stild
The under-hangman of his kingdom; and hated
For being preferr'd so well.

Clot. The fouth fog rot him!

Imo. He never can meet more mischance, than come To be but nam'd of thee. His meanest

garment, That ever hath but clipt his body, is dearer

8 The contract, &c.] Here Shakespeare has not preserved, 6 with his common nicety, the uniformity of character. The speech of Cloten is rough and harsh, but certainly not the talk of one,

Who can't take two from twenty, for his heart,

And leave eighteen.His argument is jutt and well enforced, and its prevalence is allowed throughout all civil nations: as for rudeness, he seems not to be much undermatched. JOHNSON,

in SELF-Figur'd knot ;] This is nonfense. We Thould read,

SELF-FINGER'D knot;] i. e. A knot solely of their own tying, without any regard to parents, or other more publick confiderations. WARBURTON.

But why nonsense? A self-figured knot is a knot formed by yourself. JOHNSON.



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