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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 [60]

The walls of thy dear honour, keep unshak’d
That temple, thy fair mind, that thou mayst stand,
T’ enjoy thy banish’d lord and this great land!
[Exit.]

Scene II IT

Enter Imogen in her bed, and a Lady.

IMOGEN
Who’s there? my woman Helen?

LADY
Please you, madam.

IMOGEN
What hour is it?

LADY

Almost midnight, madam.

IMOGEN

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: [5]
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! [10]
[Sleeps. Iachimo comes from the trunk.]