Page 482 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

I shall unfold equal discourtesy [95]
To your best kindness: one of your great knowing
Should learn (being taught) forbearance.

CLOTEN
To leave you in your madness, ’twere my sin,
I will not.

IMOGEN
Fools are not mad folks.

CLOTEN
Do you call me fool? [100]

IMOGEN
As I am mad I do:
If you’ll be patient, I’ll no more be mad,
That cures us both. I am much sorry, sir,

You put me to forget a lady’s manners,
By being so verbal: and learn now, for all, [105]
That I, which know my heart, do here pronounce,
By th’ very truth of it, I care not for you,

And am so near the lack of charity
(To accuse myself) I hate you: which I had rather
You felt than make’t my boast.

CLOTEN
You sin against [110]

Obedience, which you owe your father; for
The contract you pretend with that base wretch,
One bred of alms, and foster’d with cold dishes,
With scraps o’ th’ court, it is no contract, none;
And though it be allow’d in meaner parties [115]

(Yet who than he more mean?) to knit their souls
(On whom there is no more dependency
But brats and beggary) in self-figur’d knot,

Yet you are curb’d from that enlargement, by