SCENE III.
Changes to another part of the Palace, facing Imogen's Apartments.
Enter Cloten, and Lords.
1 Lord.
Your lordship is the most patient man in
loss, the coldest that ever turn'd up ace.
Clot.
It would make any man cold to lose.
1 Lord.
But not every man patient, after the noble
temper of your lordship; you are most hot, and furious,
when you win.
Clot.
Winning will put any man into courage: If I
could get this foolish Imogen, I should have gold
enough: It's almost morning, is't not?
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1 Lord.
Day, my lord.
Clot.
I would, this musick would come: I am advis'd
to give her musick o'mornings; they say, it will
penetrate.
Enter Musicians.
Come on, tune; if you can penetrate her with your
fingering, so; we'll try with tongue too; if none will
do, let her remain: but I'll never give o'er. First, a
very excellent good conceited thing; after, a wonderful
sweet air with admirable rich words to it; and then
let her consider.
SONG.
Hark, hark! the lark at heav'n's gate sings,
And Phœbus 'gins arise,
3 note
His steeds to water at those springs
On chalic'd flowers that lyes:
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes;
With every thing (a) note that pretty bin,
My lady sweet, arise:
Arise, arise.
So, get you gone—if this penetrate, I will consider
your musick the better: if it do not, it is a vice in her
ears, which horse-hairs, and cats'-guts, nor the voice of
unpav'd 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
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I was up so early: he cannot chuse but take this service
I have done, fatherly. Good morrow to your Majesty,
and to my gracious mother.
Cym.
Attend you here the door of our stern daughter?
Will she not forth?
Clot.
I have assail'd her with musicks, 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 th' King,
Who lets go by no vantages, that may
Prefer you to his daughter. Frame yourself
To orderly sollicits; 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
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 so.
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 fault of his: we must receive him
According to the honour of his sender;
And towards himself, 4 notehis goodness fore-spent on us,
We must extend our notice:—Our dear son,
When you have giv'n good morning to your mistress,
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Attend the Queen and us; we shall have need
T' employ you towards this Roman. Come, our Queen.
[Exeunt.
Alexander Pope [1747], The works of Shakespear in eight volumes. The Genuine Text (collated with all the former Editions, and then corrected and emended) is here settled: Being restored from the Blunders of the first Editors, and the Interpolations of the two Last: with A Comment and Notes, Critical and Explanatory. By Mr. Pope and Mr. Warburton (Printed for J. and P. Knapton, [and] S. Birt [etc.], London) [word count] [S11301].
