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So to be false with her.

Queen. No further service, doctor,
Until I send for thee.
Cor. I humbly take my leave.

[Exit. Queen. Weeps she still, say'st thou: Dost thou

think, in time She will not quench; and let instructions enter Where folly now possesses? Do thou work : When thou shalt bring me word, she loves my son, I'll tell thee, on the instant, thou art then 540 As great as is thy master: greater; for His fortunes all lie speechless, and his name Is at last gasp: Return he cannot, nor Continue where he is : to shift his being, Is to exchange one misery with another; And every day, that comes, comes to decay A day's work in him: What shalt thou expect, To be depender on a thing that leans? Who cannot be new built; nor has no friends,

[The Queen drops a Phial : PISANIO takes it up. So much as but to prop him ?-Thou tak’st up 550 Thou know'st not what; but take it for thy labour : It is a thing I make, which hath the king Five times redeem'd from death; I do not know What is more cordial :--Nay, I pry'thee, take it; It is an earnest of a further good That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how The case stands with her ; do't, as from thyself. Think what a chance thou changest on; but think Thou hast thy mistress still; to boot, my son,


Who shall take notice of thee: I'll move the king
To any shape of thy preferment, such

As thou'lt desire ; and then myself, I chiefly,
That set thee on to this desert, am bound
To load thy merit richly. Call my women :

[Exit PISANIO. Think on my words.-A sly and constant knave; Not to be shak’d: the agent for his inaster; And the remembrancer of her, to hold The hand fast to her lord. I have given him that, Which, if he take, shall quite unpeople her Of leigers for her sweet ;, and which she, after, 570 Except she bend her humour, shall be assur’d

Re-enter PISANIO, and Ladies. To taste of too.—So, so;-well done, well done : The violets, cowslips, and the primroses, Bear to my closet :--Fare thee well, Pisanio; Think on my words. [Exeunt Queen, and Ladies.

Pis. And shall do: But when to my good lord I prove untrue, I'll choke myself: there's all I'll do for you. [Exit,


IMOGEN's Apartment.


Imo. A father cruel, and a step-dame false ; A foolish suitor to a wedded lady,


580 That

That hath her husband banish'd ;-0, that husband !
My supreme crown of grief! and those repeated
Vexations of it! Had I been thief-stolen,
As my two brothers, happy! but most miserable
Is the desire that's glorious: Blessed be those,
How mean soe'er, that have their honest wills,
Which seasons comfort.-Who may this be? Fie !


Pis. Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome, Comes from my lord with letters. lach. Change you, madam?

590 The worthy Leonatus is in safety. And greets your highness dearly, [Gives a Letter.

Imo. Thanks, good sir; You are kindly welcome.

lach. All of her, that is out of door, most rich! If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare, [ Aside. She is alone the Arabian bird; and I Have lost the wager. Boldness be my friend ! Arm me, audacity, from head to foot l'o!, Or, like the Parthian, I shall flying fight; 600 Rather, directly fly.

IMOGEN reads. He is one of the noblest note,' to whose kindnesses I am most infinitely tied. Refle& upon him accordingly, as you value



your trust.


So far I read aloud :
But even the very middle of my heart
Is warm'd by the rest, and takes it thankfully.-
You are as welcome, worthy sir, as I
Have words to bid you; and shall find it so, 610
In all that I can do.

lach. Thanks, fairest lady. What! are men mad? Hath nature given them eyes

[ Aside. To see this vaulted arch, and the rich crop Of sea and land, which can distinguish 'twixt The fiery orbs above, and the twinn'd stones Upon the number'd beach ? and can we not Partition make with spectacles so precious 'Twixt fair and foul ? Imo. What makes your admiration ?

620 lach. It cannot be i' the eye ; for apes and mon

keys, 'Twixt two such she's, would chatter this way, and Contemn with mows the other : Nor i' the judge

For idiots, in this case of favour, would
Be wisely definite : Nor i' the appetite;
Sluttery, to such neat excellence opposid,
Should make desire vomit emptiness,
Not so allur'd to feed.

Imo. What is the matter, trow?
lach. The cloyed will

630 (That satiate yet unsatisfy'd desire, That tub both fill'd and running), ravening first Ciij


The lamb, longs after for the garbage.

Imo. What, dear sir, Thus raps you : Are you well? lach. Thanks, madam ; well :-'Beseech you, sir,

[ To PISANIO. Desire my man's abode where I did leave him : He's strange, and peevish. 2 Pis. I was going, sir, is To give him welcome.

640 Imo. Continues well my lord ? His health, 'beseech



lach. Well, madam.
Imo. Is he dispos'd to mirth? I hope, he is.

lach. Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there
So merry and so gamesome: he is call'd
The Briton reveller.

Imo. When he was here,
He did incline to sadness; and oft-times
Not knowing why.

lach. I never saw him sad. There is a Frenchman his companion, one An eminent monsieur, that, it seems, much loves A Gallian girl at home : he furnaces The thick sighs from him ; whiles the jolly Briton (Your lord, I mean) laughs from's free lungs,

cries, O!

sides hold, to think, that man who knows
By history, report, or his own proof,
What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose
But must be--will his free hours languish


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