must take me vp for swearing, as if I borrowed mine
oathes of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure.
1.
What got he by that? you haue broke his pate
with your Bowle.
2.
[820]
If his wit had bin like him that broke it: it would
haue run all out.
Clot.
When a Gentleman is dispos'd to sweare: it is
not for any standers by to curtall his oathes. Ha?
2.
No my Lord; nor crop the eares of them.
Clot.
[825]
Whorson dog: I gaue him satisfaction? would
he had bin one of my Ranke.
2.
To haue smell'd like a Foole.
Clot.
I am not vext more at any thing in th'earth: a
pox on't. I had rather not be so Noble as I am: they dare
[830]
not fight with me, because of the Queene my Mo
ther: euery Iacke‑Slaue hath his belly full of Fighting,
and I must go vp and downe like a Cock, that no body
can match.
2.
You are Cocke and Capon too, and you crow
[835]
Cock, with your combe on.
Clot.
Sayest thou
?
2.
It is not fit you Lordship should vndertake euery
Companion, that you giue offence too.
Clot.
No, I know that: but it is fit I should commit
[840]
offence to my inferiors.
2.
I, it is fit for your Lordship onely.
Clot.
Why so I say.
1.
Did you heere of a Stranger that's come to Court
night?
Clot.
[845]
A Stranger, and I not know on't?
2.
He's a strange Fellow himselfe, and knowes it not.
1.
There's an Italian come, and 'tis thought one of
Leonatus Friends.
Clot.
Leonatus? A banisht Rascall; and he's another,
[850]
whatsoeuer he be. Who told you of this Stranger
?
1.One of your Lordships Pages.Clot.
Is it fit I went to looke vpon him? Is there no
der
This r has slipped below the rest of the line.ogation in't?
2.
You cannot derogate my Lord.
Clot.
[855]
Not easily I thinke.
2.
You are a Foole graunted, therefore your Issues
being foolish do not derogate.
Clot.
Come, Ile go see this Italian: what I haue lost
to day at Bowles, Ile winne to night of him. Come: go.
2.
[860]
Ile attend your Lordship.
Exit.That such a craftie Diuell as is his MotherShould yeild the world this Asse: A woman, thatBeares all downe with her Braine, and this her Sonne,Cannot take two from twenty for his heart,
[865]
And leaue eighteene. Alas poore Princesse,Thou diuine
Imogen, what thou endur'st,
Betwixt a Father by thy Step‑dame gouern'd,A Mother hourely coyning plots: A Wooer,More hatefull then the foule expulsion is
[870]
Of thy deere Husband. Then that horrid ActOf the diuorce, heel'd make the Heauens hold firmeThe walls of thy deere Honour. Keepe vnshak'dThat Temple thy faire mind, that thou maist standT'enioy thy banish'd Lord: and this great Land.Exeunt.
Scena Secunda.
[Act 2, Scene 2]
Enter Imogen, in her Bed, and a Lady.Imo.
[875]
Who's there? My woman:
Helene?
La.Please you Madam.Imo.What houre is it?
Lady.Almost midnight, Madam.Imo.I haue read three houres then:
[880]
Mine eyes are weake,Fold downe the leafe where I haue left: to bed.Take not away the Taper, leaue it burning:And if thou canst awake by foure o'th'clock,I prythee call me: Sleepe hath ceiz'd me wholly.
[885]
To your protection I commend me, Gods,From Fayries, and the Tempters of the night,Guard me beseech yee.Sleepes.Iachimo from the Trunke.Iach.The Crickets sing, and mans ore‑labor'd senseRepaires it selfe by rest: Our
Tarquine thus
[890]
Did softly presse the Rushes, ere he waken'dThe Chastitie he wounded.
Cytherea,
How brauely thou becom'st thy Bed; fresh Lilly,And whiter then the Sheetes: that I might touch,But kisse, one kisse. Rubies vnparagon'd,
[895]
How deerely they doo't: 'Tis her breathing thatPerfumes the Chamber thus: the Flame o'th'TaperBowes toward her, and would vnder‑peepe her lids.To see th'inclosed Lights, now CanopiedVnder these windowes, White and Azure lac'd
[900]
With Blew of Heauens owne tinct. But my designe.To note the Chamber, I will write all downe,Such, and such pictures: There the window, suchTh'adornement of her Bed; the Arras, Figures,Why such, and such: and the Contents o'th'Story.
[905]
Ah, but some naturall notes about her Body,Aboue ten thousand meaner MoueablesWould testifie, t'enrich mine Inuentorie.O sleepe, thou Ape of death, lye dull vpon her,And be her Sense but as a Monument,
[910]
Thus in a Chappell lying. Come off, come off;As slippery as the Gordian‑knot was hard.'Tis mine, and this will witnesse outwardly,As strongly as the Conscience do's within:To'th'madding of her Lord. On her left brest
[915]
A mole Cinque‑spotted: Like the Crimson dropsI'th'bottome of a Cowslippe. Heere's a Voucher,Stronger then euer Law could make; this SecretWill force him thinke I haue pick'd the lock, and t'aneThe treasure of her Honour. No more: to what end?
[920]
Why should I write this downe, that's riueted,Screw'd to my memorie. She hath bin reading late,The Tale of
Tereus, heere the leaffe's turn'd downe
Where
Philomele gaue vp. I haue enough,
To'th'Truncke againe, and shut the spring of it.
[925]
Swift, swift, you Dragons of the night, that dawningMay beare the Rauens eye: I lodge in feare,Though this a heauenly Angell: hell is heere.Clocke strikesOne, two, three: time, time.Exit.
Scena Tertia.
[Act 2, Scene 3]
Enter Clotten, and Lords.1.
Your Lordship is the most patient man in losse, the
[930]
most coldest that euer turn'd vp Ace.
Clot.
It would make any man cold to loose.
1.
But not euery man patient after the noble temper
of your Lordship; You are most hot, and furious when
Scena Tertia.
[Act 2, Scene 3]
Enter Clotten, and Lords.1.
Your Lordship is the most patient man in losse, the
[930]
most coldest that euer turn'd vp Ace.
Clot.
It would make any man cold to loose.
1.
But not euery man patient after the noble temper
of your Lordship; You are most hot, and furious when
you winne.
[935]
Winning will put any man into courage: if I could get
this foolish
Imogen, I should haue Gold enough: it's al
most morning, is't not?
1
Day, my Lord.
Clot.
I would this Musicke would come: I am adui
[940]
sed to giue her Musicke a mornings, they say it will pene
trate.
Enter Musitians.
Come on, tune: If you can penetrate her with your fin
gering, so: wee'l try with tongue too: if none will do, let
her remaine: but Ile neuer giue o're. First, a very excel
[945]
lent good conceyted thing; after a wonderful sweet aire,
with admirable rich words to it, and then let her consi
der.
SONG.Hearke, hearke, the Larke at Heauens gate sings,and Phœbus gins arise,
[950]
His Steeds to water at those Springson chalic'd Flowres that lyes:And winking Mary‑buds begin to ope their Golden eyesWith euery thing that pretty is, my Lady sweet arise:Arise, arise.
[955]
So, get you gone: if this pen
trate, I will consider your
Musicke the better: if it do not, it is a voyce in her eares
which Horse‑haires, and Calues‑guts, nor the voyce of
vnpaued Eunuch to boot, can neuer amed.
Enter Cymbaline, and Queene.2
Heere comes the King.
Clot.
[960]
I am glad I was vp so late, for that's the reason
I was vp
foso earely: he cannot choose but take this Ser
uice I haue done, fatherly. Good morrow to your Ma
iesty, and to my gracious Mother.
Cym.Attend you here the doore of our stern daughter
[965]
Will she not forth?Clot.
I haue assayl'd her with Musickes, but she vouch
safes no notice.
Cym.The Exile of her Minion is too new,She hath not yet forgot him, some more time
[970]
Must weare the print of his remembrance on't,And then she's yours.Qu.You are most bound t/o'th'King,Who let's go by no vantages, that mayPreferre you to his daughter: Frame your selfe
[975]
To orderly solicity, and be friendedWith aptnesse of the season: make denialsEncrease your Seruices: so seeme, as ifYou were inspir'd to do those duties whichYou tender to her: that you in all obey her,
[980]
Saue when command to your dismission tends,And therein you are senselesse.Clot.
Senselesse? Not so.
Mes.So like you (Sir) Ambassadors from Rome;The one is
Caius Lucius.
Cym.
[985]
A worthy Fellow,Albeit he comes on angry purpose now;But that's no fault of his: we must receyue himAccording to the Honor of his Sender,And towards himselfe, his goodnesse fore‑spent on vs
[990]
We must extend our notice: Our deere Sonne,When you haue giuen good morning to your Mistris,Attend the Queene, and vs, we shall haue needeT'employ you towards
this Romane.
Come our Queene.Exeunt.Clot.
[995]
If she be vp, Ile speake with her: if notLet her lye still, and dreame: by your leaue hoa,I know her women are about her: whatIf I do line one of their hands, 'tis GoldWhich buyes admittance (oft it doth) yea, and makes
[1000]
Diana's Rangers false themselues, yeeld vp
Their Deere to'th'stand o'th'Stealer: and 'tis GoldWhich makes the True‑man kill'd, and saues the Theefe:Nay, sometime hangs both Theefe, and True‑man: whatCan it not do, and vndoo? I will make
[1005]
One of her women Lawyer to me, forI yet not vnderstand the case my selfe.By your leaue.Knockes.Enter a Lady.La.Who's there that knockes?Clot.A Gentleman.La.
[1010]
No more.Clot.Yes, and a Gentlewomans Sonne.La.That's moreThen some whose Taylors are as deere as yours,Can iustly boast of: what's your Lordships pleasure?Clot.
[1015]
Your Ladies person, is she ready?La.I, to keepe her Chamber.Clot.There is Gold for you,Sell me your good report.La.How, my good name? or to report of you
[1020]
What I shall thinke is good. The Princesse.Enter Imogen.Clot.Good morrow fairest, Sister your sweet hand.Imo.Good morrow Sir, you lay out too much painesFor purchasing but trouble: the thankes I giue,Is telling you that I am poore of thankes,
[1025]
And scarse can spare them.Clot.Still I sweare I loue you.Imo.If you but said so, 'twere as deepe with me:If you sweare still, your recompence is stillThat I regard it not.Clot.
[1030]
This is no answer.Imo.But that you shall not say, I yeeld being silent,I would not speake. I pray you spare me, 'faithI shall vnfold equall discourtesieTo your best kindnesse: one of your great knowing
[1035]
Should learne (being taught) forbearance.Clot.To leaue you in your madnesse, 'twere my sin,I will not.Imo.Fooles are not mad Folkes.Clot.Do you call me Foole?Imo.
[1040]
As I am mad I do:If you'l be patient, Ile no more be mad,That cures vs both. I am much sorry (Sir)You put me to forget a Ladies mannersBy being so verball: and learne now, for all,
[1045]
That I which know my heart, do heere pronounceBy th'very truth of it, I care not for you,And am so neere the lacke of CharitieTo accuse my selfe, I hate you: which I had ratherYou felt, then make't my boast.Clot.
[1050]
You sinne againstObedience, which you owe your Father, forThe Contract you pretend with that base Wretch,One, bred of Almes, and foster'd with cold dishes,With scraps o'th'Court: It is no Contract, none;
[1055]
And though it be allowed in meaner parties(Yet who then he more meane) to knit their soules(On whom there is no more dependancieBut Brats and Beggery) in selfe‑figur'd knot,Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement, by
[1060]
The consequence o'th'Crowne, and must not foyleThe precious note of it; with a base Slaue,A Hilding for a Liuorie, a Squires Cloth,A Pantler; not so eminent.Imo.Prophane Fellow:
[1065]
Wert thou the Sonne of
Iupiter, and no more,
But what thou art besides: thou wer't too base,To be his Groome: thou wer't dignified enoughEuen to the point of Enuie. If 'twere madeComparatiue for your Vertues, to be stil'd
[1070]
The vnder Hangman of his Kingdome; and hatedFor being prefer'd so well.Clot.The South‑Fog rot him.Imo.He neuer can meete more mischance, then comeTo be but nam'd of thee. His mean'st Garment
[1075]
That euer hath but clipt his body; is dearerIn my respect, then all the Heires aboue thee,Were they all made such men: How now
Pisanio?
Enter Pisanio,Clot.His Garments? Now the diuell.Imo.To
Dorothy my woman hie thee presently.
Clot.
[1080]
His Garment?Imo.I am sprighted with a Foole,Frighted, and angred worse: Go bid my womanSearch for a Iewell, that too casuallyHath left mine Arme: it was thy Masters. Shrew me
[1085]
If I would loose it for a Reuenew,Of any Kings in Europe. I do think,I saw't this morning: Confident I am.Last night 'twas on mine Arme; I kiss'd it,I hope it be not gone, to tell my Lord
[1090]
That I kisse aught but he.Pis.'Twill not be lost.Imo.I hope so: go and search.Clot.You haue abus'd me:His meanest Garment?Imo.
[1095]
I, I said so Sir,If you will make't an Action, call witnesse to't.Clot.I will enforme your Father.Imo.Your Mother too:She's my good Lady; and will concieue, I hope
[1100]
But the worst of me. So I leaue you Sir,To'th'worst of discontent.Exit.Clot.Ile be reueng'd:His mean'st Garment? Well.Exit.
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<sp who="#F-cym-clo">
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<l n="968">The Exile of her Minion is too new,</l>
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<l n="970">Must weare the print of his remembrance on't,</l>
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<sp who="#F-cym-que">
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<l n="972">You are most bound t/o'th'King,</l>
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<l n="974">Preferre you to his daughter: Frame your selfe</l>
<l n="975">To orderly solicity, and be friended</l>
<l n="976">With aptnesse of the season: make denials</l>
<l n="977">Encrease your Seruices: so seeme, as if</l>
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<l n="981">And therein you are senselesse.</l>
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<sp who="#F-cym-clo">
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<sp who="#F-cym-mes">
<speaker rend="italic">Mes.</speaker>
<l n="983">So like you (Sir) Ambassadors from Rome;</l>
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<sp who="#F-cym-cym">
<speaker rend="italic">Cym.</speaker>
<l n="985">A worthy Fellow,</l>
<l n="986">Albeit he comes on angry purpose now;</l>
<l n="987">But that's no fault of his: we must receyue him</l>
<l n="988">According to the Honor of his Sender,</l>
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<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
<sp who="#F-cym-clo">
<speaker rend="italic">Clot.</speaker>
<l n="995">If she be vp, Ile speake with her: if not</l>
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<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Knockes.</stage>
<stage rend="center" type="entrance">Enter a Lady.</stage>
<sp who="#F-cym-lad">
<speaker rend="italic">La.</speaker>
<l n="1008">Who's there that knockes?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-clo">
<speaker rend="italic">Clot.</speaker>
<l n="1009">A Gentleman.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-lad">
<speaker rend="italic">La.</speaker>
<l n="1010">No more.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-clo">
<speaker rend="italic">Clot.</speaker>
<l n="1011">Yes, and a Gentlewomans Sonne.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-lad">
<speaker rend="italic">La.</speaker>
<l n="1012">That's more</l>
<l n="1013">Then some whose Taylors are as deere as yours,</l>
<l n="1014">Can iustly boast of: what's your Lordships pleasure?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-clo">
<speaker rend="italic">Clot.</speaker>
<l n="1015">Your Ladies person, is she ready?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-lad">
<speaker rend="italic">La.</speaker>
<l n="1016">I, to keepe her Chamber.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-clo">
<speaker rend="italic">Clot.</speaker>
<l n="1017">There is Gold for you,</l>
<l n="1018">Sell me your good report.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-lad">
<speaker rend="italic">La.</speaker>
<l n="1019">How, my good name? or to report of you</l>
<l n="1020">What I shall thinke is good. The Princesse.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Imogen.</stage>
<sp who="#F-cym-clo">
<speaker rend="italic">Clot.</speaker>
<l n="1021">Good morrow fairest, Sister your sweet hand.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-imo">
<speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
<l n="1022">Good morrow Sir, you lay out too much paines</l>
<l n="1023">For purchasing but trouble: the thankes I giue,</l>
<l n="1024">Is telling you that I am poore of thankes,</l>
<l n="1025">And scarse can spare them.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-clo">
<speaker rend="italic">Clot.</speaker>
<l n="1026">Still I sweare I loue you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-imo">
<speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
<l n="1027">If you but said so, 'twere as deepe with me:</l>
<l n="1028">If you sweare still, your recompence is still</l>
<l n="1029">That I regard it not.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-clo">
<speaker rend="italic">Clot.</speaker>
<l n="1030">This is no answer.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-imo">
<speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
<l n="1031">But that you shall not say, I yeeld being silent,</l>
<l n="1032">I would not speake. I pray you spare me, 'faith</l>
<l n="1033">I shall vnfold equall discourtesie</l>
<l n="1034">To your best kindnesse: one of your great knowing</l>
<l n="1035">Should learne (being taught) forbearance.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-clo">
<speaker rend="italic">Clot.</speaker>
<l n="1036">To leaue you in your madnesse, 'twere my sin,</l>
<l n="1037">I will not.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-imo">
<speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
<l n="1038">Fooles are not mad Folkes.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-clo">
<speaker rend="italic">Clot.</speaker>
<l n="1039">Do you call me Foole?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-imo">
<speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
<l n="1040">As I am mad I do:</l>
<l n="1041">If you'l be patient, Ile no more be mad,</l>
<l n="1042">That cures vs both. I am much sorry (Sir)</l>
<l n="1043">You put me to forget a Ladies manners</l>
<l n="1044">By being so verball: and learne now, for all,</l>
<l n="1045">That I which know my heart, do heere pronounce</l>
<l n="1046">By th'very truth of it, I care not for you,</l>
<l n="1047">And am so neere the lacke of Charitie</l>
<l n="1048">To accuse my selfe, I hate you: which I had rather</l>
<l n="1049">You felt, then make't my boast.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-clo">
<speaker rend="italic">Clot.</speaker>
<l n="1050">You sinne against</l>
<l n="1051">Obedience, which you owe your Father, for</l>
<l n="1052">The Contract you pretend with that base Wretch,</l>
<l n="1053">One, bred of Almes, and foster'd with cold dishes,</l>
<l n="1054">With scraps o'th'Court: It is no Contract, none;</l>
<l n="1055">And though it be allowed in meaner parties</l>
<l n="1056">(Yet who then he more meane) to knit their soules</l>
<l n="1057">(On whom there is no more dependancie</l>
<l n="1058">But Brats and Beggery) in selfe‑figur'd knot,</l>
<l n="1059">Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement, by</l>
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<l n="1060">The consequence o'th'Crowne, and must not foyle</l>
<l n="1061">The precious note of it; with a base Slaue,</l>
<l n="1062">A Hilding for a Liuorie, a Squires Cloth,</l>
<l n="1063">A Pantler; not so eminent.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-imo">
<speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
<l n="1064">Prophane Fellow:</l>
<l n="1065">Wert thou the Sonne of<hi rend="italic">Iupiter</hi>, and no more,</l>
<l n="1066">But what thou art besides: thou wer't too base,</l>
<l n="1067">To be his Groome: thou wer't dignified enough</l>
<l n="1068">Euen to the point of Enuie. If 'twere made</l>
<l n="1069">Comparatiue for your Vertues, to be stil'd</l>
<l n="1070">The vnder Hangman of his Kingdome; and hated</l>
<l n="1071">For being prefer'd so well.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-clo">
<speaker rend="italic">Clot.</speaker>
<l n="1072">The South‑Fog rot him.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-imo">
<speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
<l n="1073">He neuer can meete more mischance, then come</l>
<l n="1074">To be but nam'd of thee. His mean'st Garment</l>
<l n="1075">That euer hath but clipt his body; is dearer</l>
<l n="1076">In my respect, then all the Heires aboue thee,</l>
<l n="1077">Were they all made such men: How now<hi rend="italic">Pisanio</hi>?</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Pisanio,</stage>
<sp who="#F-cym-clo">
<speaker rend="italic">Clot.</speaker>
<l n="1078">His Garments? Now the diuell.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-imo">
<speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
<l n="1079">To<hi rend="italic">Dorothy</hi>my woman hie thee presently.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-clo">
<speaker rend="italic">Clot.</speaker>
<l n="1080">His Garment?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-imo">
<speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
<l n="1081">I am sprighted with a Foole,</l>
<l n="1082">Frighted, and angred worse: Go bid my woman</l>
<l n="1083">Search for a Iewell, that too casually</l>
<l n="1084">Hath left mine Arme: it was thy Masters. Shrew me</l>
<l n="1085">If I would loose it for a Reuenew,</l>
<l n="1086">Of any Kings in Europe. I do think,</l>
<l n="1087">I saw't this morning: Confident I am.</l>
<l n="1088">Last night 'twas on mine Arme; I kiss'd it,</l>
<l n="1089">I hope it be not gone, to tell my Lord</l>
<l n="1090">That I kisse aught but he.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-pis">
<speaker rend="italic">Pis.</speaker>
<l n="1091">'Twill not be lost.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-imo">
<speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
<l n="1092">I hope so: go and search.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-clo">
<speaker rend="italic">Clot.</speaker>
<l n="1093">You haue abus'd me:</l>
<l n="1094">His meanest Garment?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-imo">
<speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
<l n="1095">I, I said so Sir,</l>
<l n="1096">If you will make't an Action, call witnesse to't.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-clo">
<speaker rend="italic">Clot.</speaker>
<l n="1097">I will enforme your Father.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-imo">
<speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
<l n="1098">Your Mother too:</l>
<l n="1099">She's my good Lady; and will concieue, I hope</l>
<l n="1100">But the worst of me. So I leaue you Sir,</l>
<l n="1101">To'th'worst of discontent.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<sp who="#F-cym-clo">
<speaker rend="italic">Clot.</speaker>
<l n="1102">Ile be reueng'd:</l>
<l n="1103">His mean'st Garment? Well.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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