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Imog. No; I rather added A lustre to it.
Cym. O thou vile one!
Cym. What, art thou mad?
Imog. Almost, sir: Heaven restore me!—'Would I were A neatherd's daughter, and my Leonatus Our neighbour shepherd's son!
Cym. Thou foolish thing!
Queen. 'Beseech your patience:—Peace,
Cym. Nay, let her languish
[Exeunt Cymbeline and the Two Lords.
Queen. Fie! you must give way.
Here is your servant,
Your faithful servant: I dare lay mine honour,
He will remain so. [Exit.
Pisanio. I humbly thank your highness.
Imog. Well, good Pisanio, Thou saw'st thy lord on board ?—What was the last That he spake to thee?
Pisanio. 'Twas " His queen, his queen!"
Imug. Then wav'd his handkerchief?
Pisanio. And kiss'd it, madam.
Imog. Senseless linen! happier therein than I!
Pisanio. No, madam ; for so long
Imog. Thou shouldst have made him
Pisanio. Madam, so I did.
Imog. I would have broke mine eye-strings, crack'd, them, but To look upon him; till the diminution Of space, had pointed him sharp as my needle; Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from The smallness of a gnat to air; and then Have turn'd mine eye and wept.—But, good Pisanio, When shall we hear from him?
Pisanio. Be assur'd, madam, With his next vantage.
Imog. 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 charg'd 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.—See, the queenTin^ things I bid you do, get them despatch'd. [Exit. Pisanio. Madam, I shall. [Exit.
Enter Queen, meeting Cornelius.
Queen. Now, master doctor; have you brought those drugs?
Corn. Pleaseth your highness, ay:
[Gives the Queen a Phial.
Queen. I do wonder, doctor,
Allayments to their act; and by them gather
How now, Pisanio ?—Hark thee, a word.
Corn. (Aside.) I do suspect you, madam;
And will not trust one of her malice with
No danger in what show of death it makes,
With a most false effect; and I the truer,
Queen. Weeps she still, say'st thou? Dost thou
think, in time
[The Queen drops the Phial; Pisanio takes it up. Thou tak'st up
Thou know'st not what; but take it for thy labour:
To any shape of thy preferment, such
Think on my words. [Exit.
Pisanio. And shall do ; But when to my good lord I prove untrue, I'll choke myself: there's all I'll do for you. By this he is at Rome, and good Philario, With open arms, and grateful heart, receives His friend's reflected image in his son, Old Leonatus in young Posthumus: Sweet Imogen, what thou endur'st the while, Betwixt a father by thy step-dame govei'n'd; A mother hourly coining plots; a wooer, More hateful than the foul expulsion is Of thy dear husband--Heaven keep unshaken That temple, thy fair mind, that thou may'st stand T’ enjoy thy banish'd lord, and this great land ~
An Apartment in Philario's House.
PIIILArIO, with a Letter, Iachimo, and Lewis, discovered.
Arch. Believe it, sir: Ihave seen him in Britain:
he was then ofa crescent note; expected to prove so worthy, as since he hath been allowed the name of: butl could then have looked on him without the help of admiration; though the catalogue of his endowments had been tabled by his side, and I to peruse him by items. Phil. You speak of him when he was less furnished, than now he is. Lewis. I have seen him in France: we had very