Enter CLOTEN and Lords First Lord Your lordship is the most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace. CLOTEN It would make any man cold to lose. First Lord But not every man patient after the noble temper of your lordship. You are most hot and furious when you win. CLOTEN 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? First Lord Day, my lord. CLOTEN I would this music would come: I am advised to give her music 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 heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies;And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes:
With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise:
Arise, arise. CLOTEN So, get you gone. If this penetrate, Iwill consider your music the better: if it do not, it is a vice in her ears, which horse-hairs and calves'-guts, nor the voice of unpaved eunuch to boot, can never amend.
Exeunt Musicians Second Lord Here comes the king. CLOTEN I am glad I was up so late; for that's the reason Iwas up so early: he cannot choose but take this service I have done fatherly.
Enter CYMBELINE and QUEEN Good morrow to your majesty and to my gracious mother. CYMBELINE Attend you here the door of our stern daughter?
Will she not forth? CLOTEN I have assailed her with music, but she vouchsafes no notice. CYMBELINE 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 soliciting, and be friended With aptness of the season; make denials Increase your services; so seem as if You were inspired 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. CLOTEN Senseless! not so.
Enter a Messenger Messenger So like you, sir, ambassadors from Rome;The one is Caius Lucius. CYMBELINE 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 queen.
Exeunt all but CLOTEN CLOTEN If she be up, I'll speak with her; if not, Let her lie still and dream.
Knocks By your leave, ho!
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, and makes Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up Their deer to the stand o' the stealer; and 'tis gold Which makes the true man kill'd and saves the thief;Nay, sometime 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.
Knocks By your leave.
