Page 479 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

And then she’s yours.

QUEEN
You are most bound to th’ king,
Who lets go by no vantages that may
Prefer you to his daughter: frame yourself [45]
To orderly solicits, and be friended

With aptness of the season: make denials
Increase your services: so seem, as if
You were inspir’d to do those duties which

You tender to her: that you in all obey her, [50]
Save when command to your dismission tends,
And therein you are senseless.

CLOTEN
Senseless? not so.

Enter a Messenger.

MESSENGER
So like you, sir, ambassadors from Rome;

The one is Caius Lucius.

CYMBELINE
A worthy fellow,
Albeit he comes on angry purpose now; [55]
But that’s no fault of his: we must receive him
According to the honour of his sender,

And towards himself, his goodness forespent on us,
We must extend our notice. Our dear son,
When you have given good morning to your mistress, [60]

Attend the queen and us; we will have need
T’ employ you towards this Roman. Come, our queen.
[Exeunt all but Cloten.]

CLOTEN
If she be up, I’ll speak with her: if not,
Let her lie still, and dream. By your leave, ho