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The consequence o’ th’ crown, and must not foil [120]
The precious note of it; with a base slave,
A hilding or a livery, a squire’s cloth,
A pantler; not so eminent.
IMOGEN
Profane fellow,
Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more
But what thou art besides, thou wert too base [125]
To be his groom: thou wert dignified enough,
Even to the point of envy, if ’twere made
Comparative for your virtues to be styled
The under-hangman of his kingdom; and hated
For being preferr’d so well.
CLOTEN
The south-fog rot him! [130]
IMOGEN
He never can meet more mischance than come
To be but nam’d of thee. His mean’st garment,
That ever hath but clipp’d his body, is dearer
In my respect, than all the hairs above thee,
Where they all made such men. How now, Pisanio! [135]
Enter Pisanio.
CLOTEN
‘His garment!’ Now, the devil −
IMOGEN
To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently.
CLOTEN
‘His garment!’
IMOGEN
