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Be assur’d, madam, With his next vantage.*
Ino. 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 she's 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.
THE BASENESS OF FALSEHOOD TO A WIFE.
Doubting things go ill, often hurts more
Than to be sure they do: For certainties
Either are past remedies: or, timely knowing,
The remedy then born; discover to me
What both you spur and stop. I
Had I this cheek
To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch,
Whose every touch, would force the feeler's soul
To the oath of loyalty; this object, which
Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye,
Fixing it only here; should I (Jamn'd then,)
Slaver with lips as common as the stairs,
That mount the Capitol; join gripes with hands
Made hard with hourly falsehood (falsehood, as
With labour;) then lie peeping in an eye,
Base and unlustrous as the smoky light
That's fed with stinking tallow; it were fit,
That all the plagues of hell should at one time
Encounter such revolt.
* Opportunity. + Meet me with reciprocal prayer. # What you seem anxious to utter, and yet withhold.
ACT II. SCENE. A Bedchamber;
in one part of it a Trunk. Imogen reading in her Bed; a Lady attending.
Imo. Mine eyes are weak:Fold down the leaf where I have left: To bed! Take not away the taper, leave it burning: And if thou canst awake by four o' the clock, I prythee, call me. Sleep hath seiz'd me wholly,
[Exit Lady. To your protection I commend me, gods!
From fairies, and the tempters of the night,
Guard me, beseech ye!
[Sleeps. Iachimo from the Trunk.
lach. The crickets sing, and man's o’er-labour'd
Repairs itself by rest: Our Tarquin thus
Did softly press the rushes, * ere he waken'd
The chastity he wounded.-Cytherea,
How bravely thou becom'st thy bed! fresh lily!
And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch!
But kiss! one kiss ! Rubies unparagon'd,
How dearly they do't.-Tis her breathing that
Perfumes the chamber thus: The flame o' the taper
Bows toward her; and would underpeep her lids,
To see the enclosed lights, now canopied
Under these windows: White and azure, lac'd
With blue of heav'ns own tinct.t But my design?
To note the chamber:--I will write all down:
Such, and such pictures;–There the window:-
The adornment of her bed;-The arras, figures,
Why, such, and such:--And the contents o the sto
Ah, but some natural notes about her body,
Above ten thousand meaner moveables
Would testify to enrich mine inventory:
O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her!
And be her sense but as a monument,
Thus in a chapel lying ! Come off, come off;--
(Taking off her Bracelet.
As slippery, as the Gordian knot was hard!
'Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly,
As strongly as the conscience does within,
To the madding of her lord. On her left breast
A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops
İ' the bottom of a cowslip: Here's a voucher,
Stronger than ever law could make: this secret
Will force him think I have pick'd the lock, and talen
The treasure of her honour. No more. - To what
Why should I write this down, that's riveted,
Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading late
The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd down,
Where Philomel gave up;- I have enough:
To the trunk again, and shut the spring of it,
Swift, swift, you dragons of the night!—that dawning
May bear the raven's eye: I lodge in fear;
Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here.
[Goes into the Trunk. The Scene closes.
Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and makes
Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up
Their deer to the stand of the stealer; and 'tis gold
Which makes the true man killed, and saves the thief
; Nay, sometimes, hangs both thief and true man:
Can it not do, and undo?
A SATIRE OF WOMEN.
Is there no way for men to be, but women
Must be half-workers? We are bastards all;
And that most venerable man, which I
Did call my father, was I know not where
When I was stamp'd; some coiner with his tools
Made me a counterfeit; Yet my mother seem'd
The Dian of that time: so doth my wife
The nonpariel of this.-O vengeance, vengeance!
Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd,
And pray'd me, oft, forbearance: did it with
A pudency* so rosy, the sweet view on't
Might well have warm’d old Saturn; that I thought
As chaste as unsun'd snow:
Could I find out
The woman's part in me! For there's no motion
That tends to vice in man, but I affirm
It is the woman's part: be it lying, note it,
The woman's; flattering, hers; deceiving, hers;
Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain,
Nice longings, slanders, mutability,
All faults that may be nam’d, nay that hell knows,
Why, hers, in part, or all; but, rather, all:
For ev'n to vice
They are not constant, but are changing still
One vice, but of a minute old, for one
Not half so old as that. I'll write against them,
Detest them, curse them:-Yet 'tis greater skill
In a true bate, to pray they have their will:
The very devils cannot plague them better
IMPATIENCE OF A WIFE TO MEET HER HUSBAND.
O, for a horse with wings !-Hear’st thou, Pisanio?
He is at Milford-Haven: Read, and tell me
How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs
May plod it in a week, why may not I
Glide thither in a day?—Then, true Pisanio,
(Who long'st like me, to see thy lord: who long'st,-
O, let me bate, but not like me:-yet longʻst, -
But in a fainter kind;-0, not like me;
For mine's beyond beyond,) say, and speak thick,t:
(Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing,
To the smothering of the sense,) how far it is
To this same blessed Milford: And, by the way,
Tell me how Wales was made so happy, as
+ Crowd one word on another, as fast as possible.
To inherit such a haven: But first of all,
How we may steal from hence; and, for the gap
That we shall make in time, from our hence-going,
And our return, to excuse:—but first, how get
Why should excuse be born or e’er begot?
We'll talk of that hereafter. Prythee, speak, T
How many score of miles may we well ride
A "Twixt hour and hour? Pisa.
One score, 'twixt sun and sun, TE Madam, 's enough for you; and too much too.
Imo. Why, one that rode to his execution, man,
Could never go so slow: I have heard of riding
Where horses have been nimbler than the sands
That run i'the clocks behalf:-But this is foolery:
Go, bid my woman feign a sickness; say
She'll home to her father; and provide
A riding suit; no costlier than would fit
A franklin's* housewife.
Madam, you're best consider. G
Imo. I see before me, man, nor here, nor here,
Nor what ensues; but have a fog in them,
That I cannot look through. Away, I prythee;
Do as I bid thee: There's no more to say;
Wh Accessible is none but Milford way.
ha SCENE. Wales. A mountainous Country, with
Enter Belarius, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.
Bel. A goodly day not to keep ouse, with such
TO Whose roof's as low as ours! Stoop, boys: This ga Instructs you how to adore the heavens; and bo
To morning's holy office: the gates of monarchs
Are arch'd so high, that giants may jets through
And keep their impious turbands on, without
Good morrow to the sun, -Hail, thou fair heaven!
We house i' the rock, yet use thee not so hardly
As prouder livers do.
* A freeholder, # Strut, walk proudly.