Will I first work; he's for his master,

And enemy to my fon. How now, Pifanio?
-Doctor, your fervice for this time is ended;
Take your own way.

Cor. I do fufpect you, Madam;
But you fhall do no harm.

Queen. Hark thee, a word.

T

[Afide.

[To Pifanio.

Cor. folus] I do not like her. She doth think fhe has

Strange ling'ring poifons; I do know her fpirit,
And will not truft one of her malice with

A drug of fuch damn'd nature. Those she has
Will ftupify and dull the fense a while;

Which firit, perchance, he'll prove on cats and. » dogs,

Then afterwards up higher; but there is
No danger in what fhew of death it makes,
More than the locking up the fpirits a time,
To be more freth, reviving. She is fool'd
With a moft falfe effect; and I the truer,
So to be falfe with her.

Queen. No farther fervice, Doctor,

Until I fend for thee.

Cor. I humbly take my leave.

[Exit.

Queen Weeps fhe ftill, fay't thou? doft thou think in time

She will not quench, and let inftructions enter
Where folly now poffeffes? do thou work:
When thou fhalt bring me word the loves my fom
I'll tell thee on the inftant, thou art then
As great as is thy mafter; greater; for
His fortunes all ly fpeechlefs, and his name
Is at last gasp. Return he cannot, nor
Continue where be is to fhift his being
Is to exchange one mifery with another;
And every day that comes, comes to decay
A day's work in him. What, thalt thou expect
To be depender on a thing that leans?
Who cannot be new built, and has no friends,

To change his abode. Johnson.

So much as but to prop him?-Thou tak'st up
[Pifanio takes up the phial.
Thou know't 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 prythee, take it ;
It is an earnest of a further good

That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how
The cafe ftands with her; do't, as from thyself:
Think what a change thou chanceft on; but
think

Thou haft thy mistress ftill; to boot, my fon,
Who fhall take notice of thee. I'll move the King
To any thape of thy preferment, fuch

As thou'lt defire; and then myself, I chiefly,
That fet thee on to this defert, am bound
To load thy merit richly. Call my women.
[Exit Pifanio.
Think on my words. A fly and conftant knave,
Not to be hak'd; the agent for his master;
And the remembrancer of her, to hold,

The hand fast to her Lord I've giv'n him that?
Which, if he take, fhall quite unpeople her
Of leigers * for her sweet; and which fhe after,
Except the bend her humour, fhall be affur'd
To tafte of too.

Enter Pifanio and Ladiest

So, fo well done, well done.

The violets, cowflips, and the primrofes,
Bear to my closet. Fare thee well, Pifanio;
Think on my words. [Exeunt Queen and Ladies,
Pif. And fhall do:

But when to my good Lord I prove untrue,
I'll choke myself; there's all I'll do for you. [Exit.

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A leiger ambassador, is one that refides at a foreign court, to promote his master's interest. Johnson.

SCENE VIII.

Changes to Imogen's Apartments.

Enter Imogen alone.

Imo. A father cruel, and a stepdame falfe, A foolish fuitor to a wedded lady,

That hath her husband banish'd-O, that hufband!
My fupreme crown of grief, and thofe repeated
Vexations of it.-Had I been thief-ftoll'n,

As my two brothers, happy! but most miserable
Is the defire that's glorious. Blefs'd be those,
How mean foe'er, that have their honeft wills,
Which feafons comfort *. Who may this be? fy!
Enter Pifanio and Iachimo.

Pif. Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome
Comes from my Lord with letters.

Iach. Change you, Madam?

The worthy Leonatus is in fafety,

And greets your Highness dearly. [Gives a letter. Imo. Thanks, good Sir;

You're kindly welcome.

Iach. All of her, that is out of door, moft rich!

If the be furnish'd with a mind fo rare,

She is alone th' Arabian bird; and I

[Afide...

Have loft the wager. Boldness be my friend!

Arm me, Audacity, from head to foot:

Or, like the Parthian, I shall flying fight,
Rather directly fly. →

Imogen reads.

He is one of the nobleft note, to whofe kind. neffes I am maft infinitely tied. Reflect upon him accordingly, as you value your truft.

Leonatus.

Who gratify their innocent wishes with reafonable en

*With reafon's comfort.

joyments.

Joh njon,

So far I read aloud:

But ev'n the very/middle of my heart?

Is warm'd by th' reft, and takes it thankfully.
You are as welcome, worthy Sir, as I
Have words to bid you; and fhall find it so,
In all that I can do?

Iach. Thanks, faireft Lady.
-What!

are men mad? hath nature giv'n them

[Afili

eyes
To fee this vaulted arch, and the rich cope
Of fea and land, which can diftinguilh 'twixt
The fiery orbs above, and the twinn'd ftones
Upon the number'd beach? and can we not
Partition make with fpectacles fo precious
'Twixt fair and foul?

Imo. What makes your admiration?

Iach. It cannot be i' th' eye; for apes and mon keys,

Y

'Twixt two fuch fhe's, would chatter this way, and
Contemn with mowes the other: nori' th' judgment;
For ideots, in this cafe of favour, would
Be wifely definite: nor i' th' appetite;
Slatt'ry, to fuch neat excellence oppos'd,
Should make defire vomit emptiness,
Not fo allured to feed.

Imo. What is the matter, trow?
Jach. The cloyed will,

That fatiate yet unfatisfy'd defire,

That tub, both fill'd and running; ravening first
The lamb, longs after for the garbage-

Imo. What,

Dear Sir, thus raps you? are you well?

Iach. Thanks, Madam, well-Befeech you, Sir,

[To Pifanio. Defire my man's abode where I did leave him:

He's ftrange, and peevish.

Pif. I was going, Sir,

To give him welcome.

Ima. Continues well my Lord

His health, 'beseech you?

lach. Well, Madam.

Imo. Is he difpos'd to mirth? I hope he is.

Iach. Exceeding pleasant; none a ftranger there

So merry, and fo gamefome; he is call'd
The Britain Reveller.

Imo. When he was here,

He did incline to sadness, and oft-times
Not knowing why.

Iach. I never faw him fad.

There is a Frenchman his companion, one,
An eminent Monsieur, that it seems much loves
A Gallian girl at home, he furnaces

The thick fighs from him; whiles the jolly Briton,
Your Lord I mean, laughs from's free lungs, cries.
Oh!

Can my fides hold, to think that man, who knows
By hiftory, report, or his own proof,

What woman, is, yea, what he cannot chufe
But muft be,

Will's free hours languifh for affured bondage?
Imo. Will my Lord fay fo?

lach. Ay, Madam, with his eyes in flood with laughter.

It is a recreation to be by,

And hear him mock the Frenchman: but Heav'n knows,

Some men are much to blame.

Imo. Not he, I hope.

Jach. Not he. But yet Heav'n's bounty tow'rds him might

Be us'd more thankfully. In himself 'tis much;
In you, whom I account his, beyond all talents:
Whilst I am bound to wonder, I am bound

To pity too.

Imo. What do you pity, Sir?

Jach. Two creatures heartily.

Imo. Am I one, Sir?

You look on me: what wreck difcern you in mes

Deferves your pity?

Iach. Lamentable! what!

To hide me from the radiant fun, and folace.

I' th' dungeon by a fnuff?

Imo. I pray you, Sir,

Deliver with more opennefs your answers