ACT II - SCENE II. Imogen's bedchamber in Cymbeline's palace: a trunk in one corner of it.
IMOGEN in bed, reading; a Lady attending
1 Who's there? my woman Helen?
2 Please you, madam
3 What hour is it?
4 Almost midnight, madam.
5 I have read three hours then: mine eyes are weak: 6 Fold down the leaf where I have left: to bed: 7 Take not away the taper, leave it burning; 8 And if thou canst awake by four o' the clock, 9 I prithee, call me. Sleep hath seized me wholly Exit Lady 10 To your protection I commend me, gods. 11 From fairies and the tempters of the night 12 Guard me, beseech ye.
Sleeps. IACHIMO comes from the trunk
13 The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd sense 14 Repairs itself by rest. Our Tarquin thus 15 Did softly press the rushes, ere he waken'd 16 The chastity he wounded. Cytherea, 17 How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily, 18 And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch! 19 But kiss; one kiss! Rubies unparagon'd, 20 How dearly they do't! 'Tis her breathing that 21 Perfumes the chamber thus: the flame o' the taper 22 Bows toward her, and would under-peep her lids, 23 To see the enclosed lights, now canopied 24 Under these windows, white and azure laced 25 With blue of heaven's own tinct. But my design, 26 To note the chamber: I will write all down: 27 Such and such pictures; there the window; such 28 The adornment of her bed; the arras; figures, 29 Why, such and such; and the contents o' the story. 30 Ah, but some natural notes about her body, 31 Above ten thousand meaner moveables 32 Would testify, to enrich mine inventory. 33 O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her! 34 And be her sense but as a monument, 35 Thus in a chapel lying! Come off, come off: Taking off her bracelet 36 As slippery as the Gordian knot was hard! 37 'Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly, 38 As strongly as the conscience does within, 39 To the madding of her lord. On her left breast 40 A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops 41 I' the bottom of a cowslip: here's a voucher, 42 Stronger than ever law could make: this secret 43 Will force him think I have pick'd the lock and ta'en 44 The treasure of her honour. No more. To what end? 45 Why should I write this down, that's riveted, 46 Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading late 47 The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd down 48 Where Philomel gave up. I have enough: 49 To the trunk again, and shut the spring of it. 50 Swift, swift, you dragons of the night, that dawning 51 May bare the raven's eye! I lodge in fear; 52 Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here. Clock strikes 53 One, two, three: time, time! Goes into the trunk. The scene closes