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Must wear the print of his remembrance out,
You are most bound to the king; Who let's go by no vantages, that may Prefer you to his daughter : Frame yourself To orderly solicits; and be friended With aptness of the season: 4 make denials Increase 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. Clo.
Senseless? not so,
Enter a Messenger. Mess. So like you, sir, embassadors 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 his goodness forespent on us 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
[Exeunt Cym. Queen, Lords, and Mess. Clo. If she be up, I'll speak with her ; if not, Let her lie still, and dream.-By your leave ho!-
4 With solicitations not only proper but well-timed.
I know her women are about her; What
Enter a Lady.
Clo. Your lady's person : Is she ready?
Clo. There's gold for you ; sell me your good report.
Lady. How ! my good name ? or to report of you What I shall think is good ?-The princess
Clo. Good-morrow, fairest sister : Your sweet
hand. Imo. Good-morrow, sir : You lay out too much
For purchasing but trouble: the thanks I give,
Still, I swear, I love you.
This is no answer. Imo. But that you shall not say I yield, being silent, I would not speak. I pray you, spare me : i'faith, I shall unfold equal discourtesy To your best kindness; one of your great knowing Should learn, being taught, forbearance.
Clo. To leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin: I will not,
Imo. Fools are not mad folks.
Do you call me fool?
You sin against Obedience, which you owe your father. For The contract you pretend with that base wretch, (One, bred of alms, and foster'd with cold dishes,
5 So verbose, so full of talk.
With scraps o'the court,) it is no contract, none :
Profane fellow !
The south-fog rot him! Imo. He never can meet more mischance, than
To be but nam'd of thee. His meanest garment,
Enter PISANI0. Clo. His garment? Now, the devilImo. To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently:-Clo. His garment ?
6 In knots of their own tying. ? A low fellow only fit to wear a livery.
I am sprighted 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 in Europe. I do think, I saw't this morning : confident I am, Last night 'twas on mine arm ; I kiss'd it : I hope, it be not gone, to tell my
lord That I kiss aught but he. Pis.
"Twill not be lost. Imo. I hope so : go, and search. [Exit Pis. Clo.
You have abus'd me : His meanest garment ? Imo.
Ay; I said so, sir.
you will make't an action, call witness to't.
Your mother too:.
I'll be reveng'd :His meanest garment ?-Well.
Rome. An Apartment in Philario's House,
Enter PostHUMUS and PuiLARIO.