the spring of it.
Swift, swift, you dragons of the night, that dawning
May bare the raven's eye! I lodge in
Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here.
One, two, three: time, time!
Goes into the trunk. The scene closes
An ante-chamber adjoining Imogen's apartments.
Enter CLOTEN and Lords
Your lordship is the most patient man in loss, the
most coldest that ever turned up ace.
It would make any man cold to lose.
But not every man patient after the noble temper of
your lordship. You are most hot and furious when
Winning will put any man into courage. If I could
get this foolish Imogen, I should have gold enough.
almost morning, is't not?
Day, my lord.
I would this music would come: I am advised to give
her music o' mornings; they say it will penetrate.
Come on; tune: if you can penetrate her with your
fingering, so; we'll try with tongue too: if none
will do, let
her remain; but I'll never give o'er.
First, a very excellent good-conceited thing;
after, a wonderful sweet air,
with admirable rich
words to it: and then let her consider.
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
chaliced flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes:
With every thing that
My lady sweet, arise:
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