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Imog. No; I rather added A lustre to it.

Cym. O thou vile one!

Imog. Sir,
It is your fault, that I havelov'd Posthumus:
You bred him as my play-fellow: and he is
A man, worth any woman; overbuys me,
Almost the sum he pays.

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!

Enter Queen.

Cym. Thou foolish thing!
They were again together: you have done
Not after our command. Away with her,
And pen her up.

Queen. 'Beseech your patience:—Peace,
Dear lady daughter, peace;—Sweet sovereign,
Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some com-
fort
Out of your best advice.

Cym. Nay, let her languish
A drop of blood a-day; and, being aged,
Die of this folly.

[Exeunt Cymbeline and the Two Lords.

Queen. Fie! you must give way.

Enter Pisanio.

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!
And that was all?

Pisanio. No, madam ; for so long
As he could make me with this eye, or ear,
Distinguish him from others, he did keep
The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief,
Still waving, as the fits and stirs of his mind
Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on,—
How swift his ship.

Imog. Thou shouldst have made him
As little as a crow, or less, ere left
To after-eye 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.
But I beseech your grace, without offence,
My conscience bids me ask, wherefore you have
Commanded of me these most poisonous compounds?

Queen. I do wonder, doctor,
Thou ask'stme such a question: Have I not been
Thy pupil long?
I will try the forces
Of these thy compounds,
And apply

Allayments to their act; and by them gather
Their several virtues and effects.
[Aside.] Here comes a flattering rascal; upon him
Will I first work; he's for his master,
And enemy to my son.

Enter Pisanio.

How now, Pisanio ?—Hark thee, a word.
Doctor, your service for this time is ended.

Corn. (Aside.) I do suspect you, madam;
But you shall do no harm.
I know her spirit,

And will not trust one of her malice with
A drug of such damn'd nature: Those, she has.
Will stupify, and dull the sense a while;
But there is

No danger in what show of death it makes,
More than the locking up the spirits a time,
To be more fresh, reviving. She is fool'd

With a most false effect; and I the truer,
So to be false with her. [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
As great as is thy master: greater; for
His fortunes all lie speechless, and his name
Is at last gasp:
What shalt thou expect,
To be depender on a thing that leans?
Who cannot be new built; nor has no friends,
So much as but to prop him?

[The Queen drops the Phial; Pisanio takes it up. Thou tak'st up

Thou know'st not what; but take it for thy labour:
It is a thing I made, which hath the king
Five times redeem'd from death: I do not know
What is more cordial:—Nay, I pr'ythee take it;
It is an earnest of a further good
I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how
The case stands with her; do't as from thyself.
I'll move the king

To any shape of thy preferment, such
As thoul't desire; and then myself, I chiefly,
That set thee on to this desert, am bound
To load thy merit richly.
Think on my words.—
[Aside.] I have given him that,
Which, if he take, shall quite unpeople her
Of leigers for her sweet; and which she, after,
Except she bend her humour, shall be assur'd
To taste of too.
Fare thee well, Pisanio;

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 ~

SCENE II.

Rome.

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

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