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admirable rich words to it, and then let her consider.

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Hark, hark, the lark at heaven’s gate sings,

And Phœbus gins arise, [20]
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! [25]

CLOTEN
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.]

SECOND LORD
Here comes the king. [30]

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.
Enter Cymbeline and Queen.

Good morrow to your majesty, and to my gracious mother. [35]

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, [40]
She hath not yet forgot him, some more time

Must wear the print of his remembrance on’t,