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We must find
PEACE AFTER A SIEGE.
Madam, so I did.
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?
Be assur'd, madam, With his next vantage.*
Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had
THE BASENESS OF FALSEHOOD TO A WIFE.
Had I this cheek-
To the oath of loyalty; this object, which
hell should at one time Encounter such revolt. * Opportunity. † Meet me with reciprocal prayer. What you seem anxious to utter, and yet withhold
ACT II. SCENE. A Bedchamber;
in one part of it a Trunk. IMOGEN reading in her Bed; a Lady attending.
Imo. Mine eyes are weak:Fold down the leaf where I have left: To bed! Take not away the taper, leave it burning: And if thou canst awake by four o' the clock, I prythec, call me. Sleep hath seizd me wholly.
[Exit Lady To your protection I commend me, gods! From fairies, and the tempters of the night, Guard me, beseech ye!
[Sleeps. Iachimo from the Trunk. Iach. The crickets sing, and man's o’er-labour'd Repairs itself by rest: Our Tarquin thus Did sostly press the rushes,* ere he waken'd The chastity he wounded. -Cytherea, How bravely thou becom’st thy bed! fresh lily! And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch! But kiss! one kiss! Rubies unparagon'd, How dearly they do't.-Tis her breathing that Perfumes the chamber thus: The flame o' the taper Bows toward her; and would underpeep her lids, To see the enclosed lights, now canopied Under these windows: White and azure, lac'd With blue of heav'ns own tinct. But my design? To note the chamber:-I will write all down: Such, and such pictures;—There the window:
* It was anciently the custom to strew chambers witb nishes. ti. e. The white skin laced with blue veins. * Tapestry.
And be her sense but as a monument,
[Taking off her Bracelet. As slippery, as the Gordian knot was hard! 'Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly, As strongly as the conscience does within, To the madding of her lord. On her lest breast A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops ľ' the bottom of a cowslip: Here's a voucher, Stronger than ever law could make: this secret Will force him think I have pick'd the lock, and ta’en The treasure of her honour. No more.-To what
end? Why should I write this down, that's riveted, Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading late The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd down, Where Philomel gave up;- I have enough: To the trunk again, and shut the spring of it, Swist, swift, you dragons of the night!-that dawning May bear the raven's eye: I lodge in fear; Though this a hearenly angel, hell is here.
[Goes into the Trunk. The Scene closes.
A SATIRE OF WOMEN,
Is there no way for nien to be, but women
Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain’d,
Could I find out
very devils cannot plague them better
. IMPATIENCE OF A WIFE TO MEET HER HUSBAND, O, for a horse with wings!-Hear'st thou, Pisanie? He is at Milford-Haven: Read, and tell me llow far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs May plod it in a week, why may not I Glide thither in a day?-'Then, true Pisanio, (Who longost like me, to see thy lord: who longost,0, let me bate, but not like me:-yet longʻst,But in a fainter kind;--0, not like me; For mine's beyond beyond,) say, and speak thick, (Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing, To the smothering of the sense,) how far it is To this same blessed Milford: And, by the way, Tell me how Wales was made so happy, as * Modesty. Crowd one word on another, as fast as possible