So to be false with her. Queen. No further service, doctor, [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 Who shall take notice of thee: I'll move the king 561 [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, SCENE VII. IMOGEN's Apartment. Enter IMOGEN. Imo. A father cruel, and a step-dame false ; A foolish suitor to a wedded lady, Cij 580 That That hath her husband banish'd ;-0, that husband ! Enter PISANIO, and IACHIMO. 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 vi 1 * LEONATUS, your trust. So So far I read aloud : 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 ment; Imo. What is the matter, trow? 630 (That satiate yet unsatisfy'd desire, That tub both fill'd and running), ravening first Ciij Tbe 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 you? 650 lach. Well, madam. lach. Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there Imo. When he was here, 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 For |