Clo.

Was such there ever man had such luck! when I kissed the jack, upon an up-cast to ^note be hit away! I had a hundred pound on't; and then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure.

First Lord. ^note

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

Sec. Lord. ^note [Aside ^note]

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

Clo.

When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by ^note to curtail ^note his oaths, ha?

Sec. Lord. ^note

No, my lord; [Aside ^note] nor crop the ears of them. ^note

Clo.

Whoreson dog! I give him satisfaction? ^note Would he had been one of my rank!

Sec. Lord. ^note [Aside ^note]

To have smelt like a fool.

Clo.

I am not vexed more at any thing in the earth: a pox on't! I had rather not be so noble as I am; they dare

not fight with me, because of the queen my mother: every Jack-slave hath his bellyful ^note of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that nobody can match.

Sec. Lord. ^note [Aside ^note]

You are cock and capon ^note too; and you crow, ^note cock, with your comb on ^note.

Clo.

Sayest thou?

Sec. Lord. ^{note note}

It is not fit your ^note lordship should undertake every companion that you give offence to.

Clo.

No, I know that: but it is fit I should commit offence to my inferiors.

Sec. Lord. ^note

Ay, ^note it is fit for your lordship only.

Clo.

Why, so I say.

First Lord. ^note

Did you hear of a stranger that's come to court to-night ^note?

Clo.

A stranger, and I not know on't!

Sec. Lord. ^note [Aside ^note]

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

First Lord. ^note

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

Clo.

Leonatus! a banished rascal; and he's another, ^note whatsoever ^note he be. Who told you of this stranger?

First Lord. ^note

One of your lordship's pages.

Clo.

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

Sec. Lord. ^{note note}

You cannot derogate, my lord.

Clo.

Not easily, I think.

Sec. Lord. ^note [Aside ^note]

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

Clo.

Come, I'll go see this Italian: what I have lost to-day at bowls I'll win to-night of him. Come, go.

Sec. Lord. ^note
I'll attend your lordship. [Exeunt Cloten and First Lord. ^note
That such a crafty devil as is ^note his mother
Should yield the world this ass! a woman that
Bears all down with her brain; and this her son
Cannot take two from twenty, for his heart,
And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess, ^note
Thou divine Imogen, what thou endurest,
Betwixt a father by thy step-dame govern'd,
A mother hourly coining plots, a wooer
More hateful than the foul expulsion ^note is
Of thy dear husband, than ^note that horrid act
Of the divorce he'ld make! The ^note heavens hold firm
The walls of thy dear honour; ^note keep unshaked
That temple, thy fair mind; that thou mayst stand,
To enjoy thy banish'd lord and this great land! [Exit. ^{note note}

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