Page 477 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

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. [50]

[Clock strikes.]
One, two, three; time, time!
[Goes into the trunk. The scene closes.]

Scene III IT

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. [5]

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. [10]

CLOTEN
I would this music would come: I am advised to give her music a 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, [15] a wonderful sweet air, with