Doctor, your service for this time is ended; Cor. But you I do suspect you, madam; I shall do no harm. Queen. - [Aside. Hark thee, a word. [To PIs. Cor. [Aside.] I do not like her. She doth think she has Strange lingering poisons: I do know her spirit, A drug of such damn'd nature: Those she has Which first, perchance, she 'll prove on cats and dogs; Queen. Until I send for thee. Cor. No further service, doctor, I humbly take my leave. [Exit. Queen. Weeps she still, say'st thou? Dost thou think in time She will not quench; and let instructions enter [The QUEEN drops a box: Pis. takes it up. So much as but to prop him?-Thou tak'st up ; That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how As thou 'lt desire; and then myself, I chiefly, Think on my words. [Exit Pis.]-A sly and constant knave; Not to be shak'd: the agent for his master; The hand fast to her lord.-I have given him that, Re-enter PISANIO and Ladies. To taste of too.-So, so ;-well done, well done: Bear to my closet:-Fare thee well, Pisanio; Pis. But when to my good lord I prove untrue, I'll choke myself: there's all I'll do for you. [Exit. SCENE VII.-Another Room in the Palace. Enter IMOGEN. Imo. A father cruel, and a step-dame false; A foolish suitor to a wedded lady, That hath her husband banish'd;-O, that husband! As my two brothers, happy! but most miserable Pis. Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome, Iach. The worthy Leonatus is in safety, You are kindly welcome. Change you, madam? [Presents a letter. Thanks, good sir: Iach. All of her that is out of door, most rich! [Aside. If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare, She is alone the Arabian bird; and I Have lost the wager. Boldness be my friend! Arm me, audacity, from head to foot! Or, like the Parthian, I shall flying fight; Rather, directly fly. 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 trust b So far I read aloud: "LEONATUS. But even the very middle of my heart a Seasons is a verb. The mean have their honest, homely wills (opposed to the desire that 's glorious)-and that circumstance gives a relish to comfort. Trust. Imogen breaks off in reading the letter of Leonatus. That which is addressed to her in the tenderness of affection is not "read aloud." Unmindful of this, the passage has been altered into "Reflect upon him accordingly, as you value your truest Leonatus." The signature is separated from the word which has been changed to truest, by the passage which Imogen glances at in thankful silence. Is warm'd by the rest, and takes it thankfully. Have words to bid you; and shall find it so Iach. Thanks, fairest lady. What! are men mad? Hath nature given them eyes Of sea and land, which can distinguish 'twixt Imo. What makes your admiration? Iach. It cannot be i' the eye; for apes and monkeys, 'Twixt two such shes, would chatter this way and Contemn with mows the other: Nor i' the judgment; For idiots, in this case of favour, would Be wisely definite: Nor i' the appetite; Imo. What is the matter, trow? (That satiate yet unsatisfied desire, The cloyed will, That tub both fill'd and running,) ravening first Imo. Thus raps you? Are b you well? What, dear sir, [TO PISANIO. Iach. Thanks, madam; well:-'Beseech you, sir, desire My man's abode where I did leave him: he Is strange and peevish. To give him welcome. I was going, sir, [Exit PISANIO. a The stones of the beach are each so like the other that the Imo. Continues well my lord? His health, 'beseech you? Iach. Well, madam. Imo. Is he dispos'd to mirth? I hope he is. Iach. Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there So merry and so gamesome: he is call'd The Briton reveller. Imo, When he was here He did incline to sadness; and oft-times Iach. I never saw him sad. An eminent monsieur, that, it seems, much loves The thick sighs from him; whiles the jolly Briton What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose But must be,-will his free hours languish for 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, 't is much; To pity too. Imo. What do you pity, sir? Imo. Am I one, sir? |