1    Was there ever man had such luck! when I kissed the
2    jack, upon an up-cast to be hit away! I had a
3    hundred pound on't: and then a whoreson jackanapes
4    must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine
5    oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure.

6    What got he by that? You have broke his pate with
7    your bowl.

Aside
8     If his wit had been like him that broke it,
9    it would have run all out.

10   When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for
11   any standers-by to curtail his oaths, ha?

12   No my lord;
Aside
13   nor crop the ears of them.

14   Whoreson dog! I give him satisfaction?
15   Would he had been one of my rank!

Aside
16    To have smelt like a fool.

17   I am not vexed more at any thing in the earth: a
18   pox on't! I had rather not be so noble as I am;
19   they dare not fight with me, because of the queen my
20   mother: every Jack-slave hath his bellyful of
21   fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that
22   nobody can match.

Aside
23    You are cock and capon too; and you crow,
24   cock, with your comb on.

25   Sayest thou?

26   It is not fit your lordship should undertake every
27   companion that you give offence to.

28   No, I know that: but it is fit I should commit
29   offence to my inferiors.

30   Ay, it is fit for your lordship only.

31   Why, so I say.

32   Did you hear of a stranger that's come to court to-night?

33   A stranger, and I not know on't!

Aside
34    He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it
35   not.

36   There's an Italian come; and, 'tis thought, one of
37   Leonatus' friends.

38   Leonatus! a banished rascal; and he's another,
39   whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger?

40   One of your lordship's pages.

41   Is it fit I went to look upon him? is there no
42   derogation in't?

43   You cannot derogate, my lord.

44   Not easily, I think.

Aside
45    You are a fool granted; therefore your
46   issues, being foolish, do not derogate.

47   Come, I'll go see this Italian: what I have lost
48   to-day at bowls I'll win to-night of him. Come, go.

49   I'll attend your lordship.
Exeunt CLOTEN and First Lord
50   That such a crafty devil as is his mother
51   Should yield the world this ass! a woman that
52   Bears all down with her brain; and this her son
53   Cannot take two from twenty, for his heart,
54   And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess,
55   Thou divine Imogen, what thou endurest,
56   Betwixt a father by thy step-dame govern'd,
57   A mother hourly coining plots, a wooer
58   More hateful than the foul expulsion is
59   Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act
60   Of the divorce he'ld make! The heavens hold firm
61   The walls of thy dear honour, keep unshaked
62   That temple, thy fair mind, that thou mayst stand,
63   To enjoy thy banish'd lord and this great land!