Ino. O, bleft, that I might not! I chose an eagle, And cid avoid a puttock *.

Cym. Thou took'ft a beggar; wouldft have made A feat for baseness.

Imo. No, I rather added

A luftre to it.

Cym. O thou vile one!
Imo. Sir,

[my throne

It is your fault that I have lov'd Pofthumus?
You bred him as my play-fellow; and he is
A man worth any woman; over-buys me
Almoft the fum he pays.

Cym. What!-art thou mad!

Imo. Almoft, Sir; Heav'n reflore me! Would r A neat-herd's daughter, and my Leonatus

Our neighbour-fhepherd's fon!

Enter Queen

Cym. Thou foolish thing!

They were again together, you have done

[were

[To the Queen:

Not after our command. Away with her,
And pen her up.

Queen. Befeech your patience. Peace,

Dear lady daughter, peace. Sweet fovereign,

Leave us t'ourselves, and make yourself fome come

Out of your best advice.

Cym. Nay, let her languish

A drop of blood a-day; and, being aged,

Die of this folly.

Enter Pifanio.

Queen. Fy, you must give way..

[fort

[Exit.

Here is your fervant. How now, Sir? what news?

Pif. My Lord your fon drew on my mafter.

Queen. Hah!

No harm, I trust, is done?

Pif. There might have been,

But that my mafter rather play'd than fought,
And had no help of anger. They were parted.
By gentlemen at hand.

A kite

Queen. I'm very glad on't."

Imo. Your fon's my father's friend, he takes his To draw upon an exile! O brave Sir!

[part.

I would they were in Afric both together,
Myself by with a needle, that I might prick
The goer-back. Why came you from your mafter?
Pif On his command. He would not fuffer me
To bring him to the haven; left these notes
Of what commands I fhould be subject to,
When 't pleas'd you to employ me.

Queen. This hath been.

Your faithful fervant; I dare lay mine honour
He will remain fo.

Pif. I humbly thank your Highness.

Queen Pray, walk a while.

Imo. About fome half hour hence, pray you, speak:

with me;

You fhall, at least, go fee my Lord aboard.

For this time leave me.

[Exeants

1 Lord. Sir, I would advife you to fhift a fhirts the violence of action hath made you reek as a facrifice. Where air comes out, air comes in; there's: none abroad fo whole fome as that you vent.

Clot. If my fhirt were bloody, then to fhift itHave I hurt him?

2 Lord. No, faith: not fo much as his patience.

[Afide. I Lord. Hurt him? his body's a paffable carcass, if he be not hurt. It is a thorough-fare for steel, if it be not hurt.

2 Lord. His fteel was in debt, it went o' th' backfide the town.

[Afide.

Clot. The villain would not ftand me.. Lord. No, but he fled forward ftill, toward your face.

[Afide. 1 Lord. Stand you? you have land enough of your own; but he added to your having, gave you fome ground.,

2 Lord. As many inches as you have oceans, puppies!

[Afide. Clot. I would they had not come between us. 2 Lord. So would I, 'till you had measur'd how long a fool you were upon the ground. [Afide. Clot. And that the fhould love this fellow, and refuse me!.

2 Lord. If it be a fin to make a true election, fhe's damn'd.

[Afide. 1 Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain go not together. She's a good fign, but I have seen small reflection of her wit.

1 Lord. She fhines not upon fools, left the reflec tion fhould hurt her.

[Afide.

Clot. Come, I'll to my chamber. 'Would there

had been fome hurt done!

2 Lord. I wish not fo, unless it had been the fall of an afs, which is no great hurt.

Clot. You'll go with us?.

Lord. I'll attend your Lordship. Clot. Nay, come, let's go together. 2 Lord. Well, my Lord.

SCENE

[Afide.

[Exeunt.

V.

Imogen's Apartments.

Enter Imogen and Pifanio..

Imo. I would thou grew'st unto the fhores o' th▾ haven,

And question'dft every fail. If he fhould write,
And I not have it, 'twere a paper loft

As offer'd mercy is. What was the last

That he spake with thee?

Pif. 'Twas," his Queen, his Queen!"
Imo. Then wav'd his handkerchief?

Pif. And kiss'd it, Madam.

Imo. Senfelefs linen, happier therein than I! And that was all?

Pif. No, Madam; for fo long

As he could make me with this eye, or ear,

Diftinguifh him from others, he did keep
The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief,
Still waving, as the fits and flirs of 's mind

Could beft exprefs how flow his foul fair'd on,
How fwift his fhip.

Imo. Thou fhouldft have made him

As little as a crow, or lefs, ere left
To after-eye him.

Pif. Madam, fo I did.

Imo. I would have broke mine eye-strings; crack'd 'em, but

To look upon him; till the diminution

Of space had pointed him fharp as my needle;
Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from
The fmallness of a gnat to air, and then
Have turn'd mine ève, and wept.-
When fhall we hear from him?

Pif. Be affur'd, Madam,

With his next 'vantage.

-But, good [Pifanio,

Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had
Moft pretty things to fay: ere I could tell him,
How I would think on him, at certain hours,
Such thoughts, and fuch; or, I could make him
The fhe's of Italy fhould not betray [fwear
Mine interest and his honour; or have charg'd him
At the fixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight,
T'encounter me with orifons; for then

I am in heaven for him; or ere I could
"Give him that parting kifs, which I had fet....
Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father;
And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north,
Shakes all our buds from growing.

Enter a Lady.

Lady. The Queen, Madam,

Defires your Highnefs' company.

Imo. Thofe things I bid you do, get them dif

I will attend the Queen.

Pif. Madam, I fhall.

[patch'd;

[Exeunt.

Enter Philario, Iachimo, and a Frenchman.

Iach. Believe it, Sir, I have seen him in Britain, he was then of a crescent note; expected to provė fo worthy as fince he has been allowed the name of. But I could then have looked on him without the help of admiration, though the catalogue of his endowments had been tabled by his fide, and I to perufe him by items.

Phil. You fpeak of him when he was lefs furnifh'd than now he is, with that which makes him* both without and within.

French. I have feen him in France; we had very many there could behold the fun with as firm eyes as he.

Iach. This matter of marrying his King's daughter, wherein he must be weigh'd rather by her value than his own, words him t, I doubt not, a great deal from the matter.

French. And then his banifhment

Iach Ay, and the approbations of those that weep this lamentable divorce under her colours, are wonderfully to extend him, be it but to fortify her judg ment, which elfe an eafy battery might lay flat, for taking a beggar without more quality. But how comes it he is to fojourn with you? how creeps acquaintance?

Phil. His father and I were foldiers together, to whom I have been often bound for no lefs than my life.

Enter Pofthumus.

Here comes the Briton. Let him be so entertained amongst you as fuits. with gentlemen of your know

In the fenfe in which we fay, This will make or mar you Johnson

+ Makes the defcription of him very distant from the truth. Ibid.