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Britain. Before Cymbeline's palace.
Enter CLOTEN and two Lords.

Was there ever man had such luck!
when I kissed 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; as if 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.

Sec. Lord.
If his wit had been like
him that broke it, it would have run all out.

When a gentleman is disposed to
swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail
his oaths, ha?

Sec. Lord.
No, my lord; [Aside]
nor crop the ears of them.

Whoreson dog! I give him satisfaction?
Would he had been one of my rank!

Sec. Lord.
To have smelt like a

I am not vexed more at any thing in
the earth: a pox on't! I had rather not be so
noble as I am; they dare not fight with me,
because of the queen my mother: every Jack-
slave hath his bellyful of fighting, and I must
go up and down like a cock that nobody can

Sec. Lord.
You are cock and capon
too; and you crow, cock, with your comb

Sayest thou?

Sec. Lord.
It is not fit your lordship should
undertake every companion that you give offence

No, I know that: but it is fit I should
commit offence to my inferiors.

Sec. Lord.
Ay, it is fit for your lordship

Why, so I say.

First Lord.
Did you hear of a stranger
that's come to court to-night?

A stranger, and I not know on't?

Sec. Lord.
He's a strange fellow
himself, and knows it not.

First Lord.
There's an Italian come; and, (41)

'tis thought, one of Leonatus' friends.

Leonatus! a banish'd rascal; and
he's another, whatsoever he be. Who told you
of this stranger?

First Lord.
One of your lordship's pages.

Is it fit I went to look upon him? is
there no derogation in't?

Sec. Lord.
You cannot derogate, my lord.

Not easily, I think.

Sec. Lord.
You are a fool granted;
therefore your issues, being foolish, do not

Come, I'll go see this Italian: what I
have lost to-day at bowls I'll win to-night of
him. Come, go.

Sec. Lord.
I'll attend your lordship. [Exeunt Cloten and First Lord.

That such a crafty devil as is his mother

Should yield the world this ass! a woman that

Bears all down with her brain; and this her son

Cannot take two from twenty, for his heart, (61)

And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess,

Thou divine Imogen, what thou endurest,

Betwixt a father by thy step-dame govern'd,

A mother hourly coining plots, a wooer

More hateful than the foul expulsion is

Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act

Of the divorce he'ld make! The heavens hold firm

The walls of thy dear honor, keep unshak'd (69)

That temple, thy fair mind, that thou mayst stand,

To enjoy thy banish'd lord and this great land! [Exit.

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