IACHIMO. O, I must, madam. Therefore I shall beseech you, if you please To greet your lord with writing, do’t tonight. I have outstood my time, which is material To th’ tender of our present. IMOGEN. I will write. Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept And truly yielded you. You’re very welcome. [_Exeunt._] ACT II SCENE I. Britain. Before Cymbeline’s palace. Enter Cloten and the two Lords. CLOTEN. Was there ever man had such luck! When I kiss’d the jack, upon an upcast to be hit away! I had a hundred pound on’t; and then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing, as if I borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure. FIRST LORD. What got he by that? You have broke his pate with your bowl. SECOND LORD. [_Aside._] If his wit had been like him that broke it, it would have run all out. CLOTEN. When a gentleman is dispos’d to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths. Ha? SECOND LORD. No, my lord; [_Aside._] nor crop the ears of them. CLOTEN. Whoreson dog! I gave him satisfaction. Would he had been one of my rank! SECOND LORD. [_Aside._] To have smell’d like a fool. CLOTEN. I am not vex’d more at anything in th’ earth. A pox on’t! I had rather not be so noble as I am; they dare not fight with me, because of the Queen my mother. Every jackslave hath his bellyful of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that nobody can match. SECOND LORD. [_Aside._] You are cock and capon too; and you crow, cock, with your comb on. CLOTEN. Sayest thou? SECOND LORD. It is not fit your lordship should undertake every companion that you give offence to. CLOTEN. No, I know that; but it is fit I should commit offence to my inferiors. SECOND LORD. Ay, it is fit for your lordship only. CLOTEN. Why, so I say. FIRST LORD. Did you hear of a stranger that’s come to court tonight? CLOTEN. A stranger, and I not known on’t? SECOND LORD. [_Aside._] He’s a strange fellow himself, and knows it not. FIRST LORD. There’s an Italian come, and, ’tis thought, one of Leonatus’ friends. CLOTEN. Leonatus? A banish’d rascal; and he’s another, whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger? FIRST LORD. One of your lordship’s pages. CLOTEN. Is it fit I went to look upon him? Is there no derogation in’t? SECOND LORD. You cannot derogate, my lord. CLOTEN. Not easily, I think. SECOND LORD. [_Aside._] You are a fool granted; therefore your issues, being foolish, do not derogate. CLOTEN. Come, I’ll go see this Italian. What I have lost today at bowls I’ll win tonight of him. Come, go. SECOND LORD. I’ll attend your lordship. [_Exeunt Cloten and First Lord._]