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Will I first work; he's for his master,
And enemy to my son. How now, Pisanio ?
-Doctor, your service for this time is ended;
Take your own way.

Cor. I do suspect you, Madam; [Aside. But you shall do no harin.

Queen. Hark thee, word.' [To Pisanio, Cor. folus.] I do not like her. She doth think

she has
Strange ling‘ring poisons; I do 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 ;
Which firti, perchance, she'll prove on cats and

Then afterwards up higher ; but there is
No danger in what shew 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.

Queen. No further service, Doctor,
Until I send for thee.
Cor. I humbly take my leave.

[Exit. Queen Weeps she still, - say'st thou ? doft thou

think in time She will not quench, and let instructions enter Where fully now poffefTes? do thou work: When thou shalt bring me word she loves my for I'll tel} thee on the initant, thou art then As great as is thy master ; greater ; for His fortunes all ly speechless, and his name Is at last gasp. Return he cannot, nor Continue where be is: '10 Nhift his being Is to exchange'one misery 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 friendsze

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think ;

So much as but to prop him ?- Thou tak’lt up

[Pilanio takes up the phinda Thod know'st 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 case stands with her ; do't, as from thyself :. Think what a change thou chancest on; but Thou hast thy mistress still ; to boot, my fon, Waho shall take notice of thee. I'll move the King To any Shape of thy preferment, fuch As thou'lt defire; and then myself, I chiefly, That set thee, on to this desert, am bound To load thy merit richly. Call my women

[Exit Pisanio. Think on my words.-4 fly and conttant kliavė, Not to be mak'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, thall.quite unpeople her Of leigers * for her sweet; and which the after, Except the bend her humour, thall be assurd To taste of too. ,

Enter Pifanio and Ladies:
So, fo; well done, well done.

The violets, cowfips, and the primroses,
Bear to my closet. Fare thee well, Pisanio;
Think on my words. [Exeunt Queen and Ladies,

Pis. And hall do :
But when to my good Lord I prove untrue,
I'll choke myself; there's all I'll do for you. [Exif

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Cbanges to Imogen's Apartments.

Enter Imogen alone.
Ino. A father cruel, and a stepdame false,
A foolish suitor to a wedded lady,
That haih her husband banilhd-0, that husband!
My supreme crown of grief, and those repeated
Vexations of it.-Had I been thief-stoll'n,
As my two brothers, happy! but most miserable.
Is the desire that's glorious. Bless'd be those,
How mean soe'er, that have their honest wills,
Which seasons comfort *. Who may this be? fy!

Enter Pisanio and lachimo.
Pif. Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome
Comes from my Lord with letters.

Tach. Change you, Madam?
The worthy Leonatus is in safety,
And greets your Highness dearly, [Gives a letter,

Inio. Thanks, good Sir; You're kindly welcome.

Jach. All of her, that is out of door, most rich! If the be furnish'd with a mind so rarest, [Aside... She is alone th’ Arabian bird; and I Have lost the wager.. Boldness be my friend! Arm me, Audacity, from head to foot : Or, like the Parthian, I thall flying fight, Rather directly fiy. .

Imogen reads. He is one of the nobleft note, 10 whose kirida nefes I am most infinitely tied. Riflett upon him accordingly, as you value your truft.


* With reason's comfort. Whơ gratify theis innocent wishes with reasonable enopment.

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So far I read aloud:
But ev'n the very middle of my heart
Is warm’d by th' rest, and takes it thankfully.

-You are as welcome, worthy Sir, as I
Have words to bid you; and Maht find it so,
In all that I can do

Iach. Thanks, faireft Lady. -What! are men mad? hath nature giv’n them eyes

[ To see this vaulted arch, and the rich cope Of fea and land, wbich can distinguish 'twixt The fiery orbs above, and the twinnd stones Upon the number'd beach ? and can we not Partition make with spectacles so precious 'Twixt fair and foul?

Imo. What makes your admiration ? lach. It cannot be i? th' eye; for apes and mone

keys, 'Twixt two such she's, would chatter this way, and Contemn with mowes the other : nori'th' judgments For ideols, in this case of favour, would Be wisely definite: nor i' th' appetite; Slatt'ry, to such neat excellence oppos’d, Should make desire vomit emptiness, Not fo allured to feed.

Inio, What is the matter, trow?

Iach. The cloyed will, .
That satiate yet unsatisty'd desire;
That tub, both filPd and running; ravening first
The lamb, longs after for the garbage-Amand

Imo. Whaty
Dear Sir, thus raps you ? are you well??;!
Iach. Thanks, Madam, well _'Beseech you, Sir, --

[To Pisanio. Defire my, man's abode where I did leave him:,, He's strange, and peevish.

Pis. I was going, Sir, To give him welcome.

Ime. Continues well my Lord
His health, 'beleech you ?

lach. Well, Mada!?).
Ind. Is he dispos'd ro mirth? I hope he is.

lach. Exceeding pleasant ; none a stranger there i So merry, and so gamelome; he is call’d The Britain Reveller.

Imo. When be was here,
He did incline to sadness, and oft-times
Not knowing why.

Jach. I never saw 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 niean, laughs from's free lungs, cries:

Can my sides hold, to think that man, who knows
By history, report, or his own proof,
What woman is, yea, what she cannot chufe
But must be,
Will's free hours languish for assured bondage ?

Imo. Will my Lord say so?
lach. Ay, Madam, with his eyes in flood with

It is a recreation to be by,
And hear him mock the Frenchman : but Heav'n

Some men are much to blame.

Imo. Not he, I hope.
Iach. Not he. But yet Heav'n's boimty tow'rds ::

him might
Be us’d more thankfully. In himself 'tis much;
In you, whom I account his, beyond all talents :
Whilft' I am bound to wonder, I am bound
To pity too.

Ino. What do you piry, Sir?
Jach. Two creatures beartily.

Imo. Am I one, Sir ?
You look on me : what wreck discern you in me:
Deserves your pity ?

Iach. Lamentable! what !
To hide me from the radiant fun, and solace.
P'th' dungeon by a snuff?

Imo. I pray you, Sir,
Deliver with inore openness your answers

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