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Who cannot be new built ; nor has no friends,
[The Queen drops a Box: Pisanio takes it up. So much as but to prop him? 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 That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how The case stands with her ; do't, as from thyself. Think what a chance thou changest on; but think Thou hast thy mistress, still; to boot, my son, Who shall take notice of thee : I'll move the king To any shape of thy preferment, such As thou'lt desire ; and then myself, I chiefly, That set thee on to this desert, am bound To load thy merit richly. Call my women: Think on my words. [Exit Pisa.] - A sly and con
stant knave; Not to be shak'd: the agent for his master ; And the remembrancer of her, to hold The hand fast to her lord. — I have given him that, Which, if he take, shall quite unpeople her Of liegers' for her sweet; and which she, after, Except she bend her humour, shall be assur’d
Re-enter Pisanio, and Ladies, To taste of too. — So, so; - well done, well done : The violets, cowslips, and the primroses, Bear to my closet : Fare thee well, Pisanio ; Think on my
words. [Exeunt Queen and Ladies. Pis.
And shall do:
Another Room in the same,
Enter IMOGEN. Imo. A father cruel, and a step-dame false; A foolish suitor to a wedded lady, That hath her husband banish'd ;- 0, that hus
band ! My supreme crown of grief! and those repeated Vexations of it! Had I been thief-stolen, As my two brothers, happy! but most miserable Is the desire that's glorious : Blessed be those, How mean soe'er, that have their honest wills, Which seasons comfort. Who may this be? Fye!
Enter PISANIO and IACHIMO.
Change you, madam?
[Presents a Letter. Imo.
Thanks, good sir : You are kindly welcome. Iach. All of her, that is out of door, most rich!
Imo. [Reads.]. — He is one of the noblest note, to whose kindnesses I am most infinitely tied. Reflect upon him accordingly, as you value your truest
So far I read aloud :
Thanks, fairest lady. What ! are men mad? Hath nature given them eyes To see this vaulted arch, and the rich
crop Of sea and land, which can distinguish 'twixt The fiery orbs above, and the twinn'd stones Upon the number'd beach ? and can we not Partition make with spectacles so precious 'Twixt fair and foul ? Imo.
admiration? lach. It cannot be i'the
apes and monkeys, 'Twixt two such shes, would chatter this way, and Contemn with mows' the other: Nor i'the judg
What is't, dear sir,
I was going, sir, To give him welcome.
(Exit PISANIO, Imo. Continues well my lord? His health, 'beseech
Iach. Well, madam.
Iach. Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there So
merry and so gamesome : he is call'd The Briton reveller.
, Making mouths.
Shy and foolish.
When he was here,
I never saw him sad.
0! Can my sides hold, to think, that man,
who knows By history, report, or his own proof, What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose But must be, — will his free hours languish for Assur'd bondage ? Imo.
Will my lord say so? Iach. Ay, madam ; with his eyes in flood with
laughter. It is a recreation to be by, And hear him mock the Frenchman : But, heavens
know, Some men are much to blame. Imo.
Not he, I hope. Iach. Not he: But yet heaven's bounty towards
him might Be us'd more thankfully. In himself, 'tis much
- which I count his, beyond all talents,
Imo. What do you pity, sir ?
Am I one, sir ?
I pray you, sir,
Deliver with more openness your answers
demands. Why do you pity me?
You do seem to know
Had I this cheek
My lord, I fear,
And himself. Not I,
Let me hear no more. Iach. O dearest soul ! your cause doth strike my
heart With pity, that doth make me sick. A lady So fair, and fasten'd to an empery, Would make the great'st king double! to be partner'd
2 What you seem anxious to utter, and yet withhold,
3 Sovereign command, VOL. IX.