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[Goes into the trunk.]
SCENE III.
An ante-chamber adjoining IMOGEN'S apartments.
[Enter CLOTEN and LORDS.]
FIRST LORD.
Your lordship is the most patient man in loss, the most
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 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 chalic'd 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.
So, get you gone. If this penetrate, I will 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.]
[Enter CYMBELINE and QUEEN.]
SECOND LORD.
Here comes the King.
CLOTEN.
I am glad I was up so late, for that's the reason I was up so
early.
He cannot choose but take this service I have done fatherly.
--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 assail'd her with musics, 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 on't,
And then she's yours.
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