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Cymbeline - ACT II - SCENE II Post by :Julia Category :Plays Author :William Shakespeare Date :May 2011 Read :1089

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Cymbeline - ACT II - SCENE II

Britain. IMOGEN'S bedchamber in CYMBELINE'S palace;
a trunk in one corner.

(Enter IMOGEN in her bed, and a LADY attending.)

Who's there? My woman? Helen?

Please you, madam.

What hour is it?

Almost midnight, madam.

I have read three hours then. Mine eyes are weak;
Fold down the leaf where I have left. To bed.
Take not away the taper, leave it burning;
And if thou canst awake by four o' th' clock,
I prithee call me. Sleep hath seiz'd me wholly.

(Exit LADY.)

To your protection I commend me, gods.
From fairies and the tempters of the night
Guard me, beseech ye!

(Sleeps. IACHIMO comes from the trunk.)

The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd sense
Repairs itself by rest. Our Tarquin thus
Did softly press the rushes ere he waken'd
The chastity he wounded. Cytherea,
How bravely thou becom'st thy bed! fresh lily,
And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch!
But kiss; one kiss! Rubies unparagon'd,
How dearly they do't! 'Tis her breathing that
Perfumes the chamber thus. The flame o' th' taper
Bows toward her and would under-peep her lids
To see th' enclosed lights, now canopied
Under these windows white and azure, lac'd
With blue of heaven's own tinct. But my design
To note the chamber. I will write all down:
Such and such pictures; there the window; such
Th' adornment of her bed; the arras, figures-
Why, such and such; and the contents o' th' story.
Ah, but some natural notes about her body
Above ten thousand meaner movables
Would testify, t' enrich mine inventory.
O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her!
And be her sense but as a monument,
Thus in a chapel lying! Come off, come off;

(Taking off her bracelet)

As slippery as the Gordian knot was hard!
'Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly,
As strongly as the conscience does within,
To th' madding of her lord. On her left breast
A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops
I' th' bottom of a cowslip. Here's a voucher
Stronger than ever law could make; this secret
Will force him think I have pick'd the lock and ta'en
The treasure of her honour. No more. To what end?
Why should I write this down that's riveted,
Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading late
The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd down
Where Philomel gave up. I have enough.
To th' trunk again, and shut the spring of it.
Swift, swift, you dragons of the night, that dawning
May bare the raven's eye! I lodge in fear;
Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here.

(Clock strikes)

One, two, three. Time, time!

(Exit into the trunk.)

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Cymbeline - ACT II - SCENE III Cymbeline - ACT II - SCENE III

Cymbeline - ACT II - SCENE III
ACT II. SCENE III.CYMBELINE'S palace. An ante-chamber adjoining IMOGEN'S apartments.(Enter CLOTEN and LORDS.) FIRST LORD. Your lordship is the most patient man in loss, themost coldest that ever turn'd 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 getthis foolish Imogen, I should have gold enough.

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Cymbeline - ACT II - SCENE I
ACT II. SCENE I.Britain. Before CYMBELINE'S palace.(Enter CLOTEN and the two LORDS.) CLOTEN. Was there ever man had such luck! When I kiss'd the jack, upon an up-cast to be hit away! I had a hundred pound on't;and then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing, asif I borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure. FIRST LORD. What got he by that? You have broke his pate with your bowl. SECOND LORD. (Aside) If his wit