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William Shakespeare (1564–1616).  The Oxford Shakespeare.  1914.
 
Cymbeline
 
Act II. Scene II.
 
A Bedchamber; in one part of it a Trunk.
 
IMOGEN reading in her bed; a Lady attending.
  Imo.  Who’s there? my woman Helen?
  Lady.        Please you, madam.
  Imo.  What hour is it?        5
  Lady.        Almost midnight, madam.
  Imo.  I have read three hours then; mine eyes are weak;
Fold down the leaf where I have left; to bed:
Take not away the taper, leave it burning,
And if thou canst awake by four o’ the clock,        10
I prithee, call me. Sleep has seized me wholly.  [Exit Lady.
To your protection I commend me, gods!
From fairies and the tempters of the night
Guard me, beseech ye!  [Sleeps.  IACHIMO comes from the trunk.
  Iach.  The crickets sing, and man’s o’erlabour’d sense        15
Repairs itself by rest. Our Tarquin thus
Did softly press the rushes ere he waken’d
The chastity he wounded. Cytherea,
How bravely thou becom’st thy bed! fresh lily,
And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch!        20
But kiss: one kiss! Rubies unparagon’d,
How dearly they do ’t! ’Tis her breathing that
Perfumes the chamber thus; the flame of the taper
Bows toward her, and would under-peep her lids,
To see the enclosed lights, now canopied        25
Under these windows, white and azure lac’d
With blue of heaven’s own tinct. But my design,
To note the chamber: I will write all down:
Such and such pictures; there the window; such
Th’ adornment of her bed; the arras, figures,        30
Why, such and such; and the contents o’ the story.
Ah! but some natural notes about her body,
Above ten thousand meaner moveables
Would testify, to enrich mine inventory.
O sleep! thou ape of death, lie dull upon her;        35
And be her senses but as a monument
Thus in a chapel lying. Come off, come off;—  [Taking off her bracelet.
As slippery as the Gordian knot was hard!
’Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly,
As strongly as the conscience does within,        40
To the madding of her lord. On her left breast
A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops
I’ the bottom of a cowslip: here’s a voucher;
Stronger than ever law could make: this secret
Will force him think I have pick’d the lock and ta’en        45
The treasure of her honour. No more. To what end?
Why should I write this down, that’s riveted,
Screw’d to my memory? She hath been reading late
The tale of Tereus; here the leaf’s turn’d down
Where Philomel gave up. I have enough:        50
To the trunk again, and shut the spring of it.
Swift, swift, you dragons of the night, that dawning
May bare the raven’s eye! I lodge in fear;
Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here.  [Clock strikes.
One, two, three: time, time!  [Goes into the trunk.  The scene closes.        55
 
 
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