Speeches (Lines) for Lady in "Cymbeline, King of Britain"

Imogen. I did not take my leave of him, but had
Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him
How I would think on him at certain hours
Such thoughts and such, or I could make him swear
The shes of Italy should not betray
Mine interest and his honour, or have charged him,
At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight,
To encounter me with orisons, for then
I am in heaven for him; or ere I could
Give him that parting kiss which I had set
Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father
And like the tyrannous breathing of the north
Shakes all our buds from growing.

Lady. The queen, madam,
Desires your highness' company.

Imogen. Who's there? my woman Helen?

Lady. Please you, madam

Imogen. What hour is it?

Lady. Almost midnight, madam.

Cloten. If she be up, I'll speak with her; if not,
Let her lie still and dream.
[Knocks]
By your leave, ho!
I Know her women are about her: what
If I do line one of their hands? 'Tis gold
Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and makes
Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up
Their deer to the stand o' the stealer; and 'tis gold
Which makes the true man kill'd and saves the thief;
Nay, sometime hangs both thief and true man: what
Can it not do and undo? I will make
One of her women lawyer to me, for
I yet not understand the case myself.
[Knocks]
By your leave.

Lady. Who's there that knocks?

Cloten. A gentleman.

Lady. No more?

Cloten. Yes, and a gentlewoman's son.

Lady. That's more
Than some, whose tailors are as dear as yours,
Can justly boast of. What's your lordship's pleasure?

Cloten. Your lady's person: is she ready?

Lady. Ay,
To keep her chamber.

Cloten. There is gold for you;
Sell me your good report.

Lady. How! my good name? or to report of you
What I shall think is good?--The princess!