Good morrow to your majesty and to my gracious mother.

Cym.
Attend you here the door of our stern daughter? ^note
Will she not forth?

Clo.

I have assailed her with music ^note, 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 ^note,
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 soliciting, ^note and be friended ^{note note}
With aptness of the season; ^note make denials
Increase your services; so seem as if
You were ^note inspired to do those duties which
You tender to her; that you in all obey her, ^note
Save when command to your dismission tends,
And therein you are senseless.

Clo.
Senseless! not so. Enter ^note a Messenger.

Mess.
So like you, sir, ambassadors from ^note Rome;
The one is ^note Caius Lucius.

Cym.
A worthy fellow,
Albeit he comes on angry purpose now;
But that's no fault of his: we must receive him
According to the honour of his sender;
And towards himself, his ^note goodness forespent on us ^note,
We must extend our notice. Our dear son,
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 queen. ^note [Exeunt all but Cloten. ^{note note}

Clo.
If she be up, I'll speak with her; if not,
Let her lie still and dream. By your leave, ho! [Knocks. ^note
I know her women are about her: what
If I do line one of their hands? ^note 'Tis gold
Which buys ^note admittance; oft it doth; yea, ^note and ^note makes
Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up ^note
Their deer to the stand o' the stealer; and 'tis gold
Which makes the true man ^note kill'd and saves the thief;
Nay, sometime ^note hangs both thief and true man ^note: 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. [Knocks. Enter a Lady.

Lady.
Who's there that knocks?

Clo.
A gentleman.

Lady. ^note
No more? ^note

Clo.
Yes, and a gentlewoman's son.

Lady.
That's more
Than some whose tailors are as dear as yours
Can justly boast of. What's your lordship's pleasure?

Clo.
Your lady's person: is she ready?

Lady. ^note
Ay,
To keep her chamber. ^note

Clo.
There is gold for you;
Sell me your good report. ^note

Lady.
How! my ^note good name? or to report of you
What I shall think is ^note good? ^note The princess! ^note [Exit Lady. ^note Enter Imogen.

Clo.
Good morrow, fairest: sister, your sweet hand.

Imo.
Good morrow, sir. You lay out too much pains
For purchasing but trouble: the thanks I give
Is telling you that I am poor of thanks
And scarce can spare them.

Clo.
Still I swear I love you.

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

Clo.
This is no answer.

Imo.
But that you shall not say I yield being silent,
I would not speak. I pray you, spare me: faith,
I shall unfold equal discourtesy
To your best kindness: one of your great knowing
Should learn, being taught, ^note forbearance.

Clo.
To leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin:
I will not ^note.

Imo.
Fools are not ^note mad folks.

Clo.
Do you call me fool?

Imo.
As I am mad, I do:
If you'll be patient ^note, I'll no more be mad;
That cures us both. I am much sorry, sir,
You put me to forget a lady's manners,
By being so verbal: and learn now for all
That I, which ^note 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— ^noteI hate you; which I had rather
You felt than make 't ^note my boast.

Clo.
You sin against
Obedience, which you owe your father. For ^note
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 ^note in meaner parties—
Yet who than he more mean? ^note—to knit their souls,
On whom there is no more dependency
But brats and beggary, ^note in self-figured ^note knot;
Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by
The consequence o' the crown, and must not soil ^note
The precious note ^note of it with ^note a base slave,
A hilding for a livery, a squire's cloth,
A pantler, not so eminent.

Imo.
Profane 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 dignified enough,
Even to the point of envy, if ^note 'twere made
Comparative for your virtues to be styled
The under-hangman of his kingdom ^note, and hated
For being preferr'd so well.

Clo.
The south-fog rot him!

Imo.
He never can meet more mischance than come
To be but named of thee. His meanest ^note garment,

That ever hath but clipp'd his body, is ^note dearer
In my respect than all the hairs ^note above ^note thee,
Were they all made such men. How now, Pisanio! ^note Enter Pisanio. ^note

Clo.
‘His garment! ^note’ Now, the devil— ^note

Imo.
To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently,— ^note

Clo.
‘His garment!’

Imo.
I am sprited with a fool,
Frighted and anger'd worse: go bid my woman
Search for a jewel that too casually
Hath left mine arm: it was thy master's: 'shrew me,
If I would lose it for a revenue
Of any king's ^note in Europe! I do think
I saw't this morning: confident I am
Last night 'twas on ^note mine ^note arm; I kiss'd it ^note:
I hope it be not gone to tell my lord
That I kiss aught but he ^note.

Pis.
'Twill not be lost.

Imo.
I hope so: go and search. [Exit Pisanio. ^note

Clo.
You have abused me:
‘His meanest garment!’ ^note

Imo.
Ay, I said so, sir:

If you will make't an action, call witness to't ^note. ^note

Clo.
I will inform your father.

Imo.
Your mother too:
She's my good lady, and will conceive, I hope,
But the worst of me. So, I leave you, sir ^note,
To the worst of discontent. [Exit.

Clo.
I'll be revenged:
‘His meanest ^note garment!’ Well. [Exit. ^note

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