To any shape 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:

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[Exit Pifanio. Think on my words. A fly, and conftant knave; Not to be fhak'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, fhall quite unpeople her Of leigers for her sweet; and which she, after, Except the bend her humour, fhall be affur'd

Re-enter Pifanio, and ladies.

To taste of too.So, fo;-well done, well done :
The violets, cowflips, and the primroses,

Bear to my closet :-Fare thee well, Pifanio;

Think on my words.

Pif. And shall do:

[Exeunt Queen, and ladies:

[Exit.

But when to my good lord I prove untrue,
I'll choke myself: there's all I'll do for you,

Imo. A father cruel, and a step-dame false;

A foolish fuitor to a wedded lady,

That hath her husband banish'd;-O, that husband!

'My fupreme crown of grief! and those repeated

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of liegers for her fweet ;]-Of advocates for her husband. My fupreme crown of grief! &c.]-The completion of my diftrefs,

and caufe of thofe continual affaults that are made upon it, which I fuftain in confequence of it.

Vexations

Vexations of it! Had I been thief-stolen,

As my two brothers, happy! but most miserable
Is the defire that's glorious: Bleffed be those,

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How mean foe'er, that have their honest wills,
Which feafons comfort.-Who may this be? Fie!

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 safety, And greets your highness dearly. Imo. Thanks, good fir;

You are kindly welcome.

[Gives a letter.

Jach. All of her, that is out of door, most rich! If the be furnish'd with a mind fo rare,

She is alone the Arabian bird; and I

Have loft the wager. Boldness be my friend!
Arm me, audacity, from head to foot,
Or, like the Parthian, I fhall flying fight;
Rather, directly fly.

Imogen reads.

[Afide.

-He is one of the nobleft note, to whofe kindnesses I am

taste above the vulgar.

the defire that's glorious:]-whofe object is an exalted station-a "Ŏ the fierce wretchedness that glory brings." TIMON OF ATHENS, A& IV. S. 2. Flav. that have their boneft wills,]-that have an opportunity of enjoying their humble wishes, a circumftance that gives to comfort its highest Fie!]-on fuch intrusion..

zeft

* Change you,]—your countenance.

& truft

Is warm'd by the reft, and takes it thankfully.-
You are as welcome, worthy fir, as I

Have words to bid you; and fhall find it fo,

In all that I can do.

Iach. Thanks, fairest lady.—

What! are men mad? Hath nature given them eyes

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To fee this vaulted arch, and the rich crop
Of sea and land, which can diftinguish 'twixt
The fiery orbs above, and the twinn'd stones
Upon the unnumber'd beach? and can we not
Partition make with fpectacles fo precious
'Twixt fair and foul?

Imo. What makes your admiration?

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[Afide.

Iach. 'It cannot be i' the eye; for apes and monkeys, 'Twixt two such she's, would chatter this way, and Contemn with mows the other: Nor i' the judgment; For ideots, in this cafe" of favour, would Be wifely definite: Nor i' the appetite; Sluttery, to fuch neat excellence oppos'd, Should make defire vomit emptiness,

Not fo allur'd to feed,

Imo. What is the matter, trow?
Jacb. 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.

b crop-produce.

twinn'd]-alike in figure, or fize.

* unnumber'd]-whofe pebbles are numberlefs. LEAR, Act IV. S. 6. Edg. number'd, numerous.

It cannot be i' the eye;]-The fault of making fo perverfe a choice. mows]-wry mouths, marks of disgust.

of favour,]-of comparative beauty.

• Sbould make defire vomit emptiness, not fo allur'd to feed.]-Would give it, though empty, a fit of loathing, rather than excite appetiteto emptiness, rather than induce the beholder to feed upon it.

? That fatiate, yet unfatisfy'd; that tub, &c,

Imo. What, dear fir,

Thus raps you? Are you well?

Iach. Thanks, madam; well:-'Befeech you, fir,

[To Pifanio.

'Defire my man's abode where I did leave him:

Imo. Continues well my lord? His health, 'befeech you?

Iach. Well, madam.

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

Iach. Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there

So merry and fo gamefome: he is call'd

The Briton reveller.

Imo. When he was here,

He did incline to fadnefs; and oft-times

Not knowing why.

Iach. I never faw him fad.

There is a Frenchman his companion, one

An eminent monfieur, that, it seems, much loves
A Gallian girl at home: he furnaces

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The thick fighs from him; whiles the jolly Briton (Your lord, I mean) laughs from's free lungs, cries, O! Can my fides hold, to think, that man,-who knows

By biftory, report, or his own proof,

What woman is, yea, what she cannot chufe

But must be, will bis free hours languish

For affur'd bondage?

Imo. Will my lord say fo?

Jach. Ay, madam; with his eyes in flood with laughter.

9 Thus raps you]-Tranfports you thus. Defire-Search out. He's frange, and peevish.]-He's a foreigner, and eafily irritated. 1 be furnaces]-breaths forth, as a furnace doth, fparks and smoke.

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;

In you,-which I account his, beyond all talents,
Whilst I am bound to wonder, I am bound

You look on me; What wreck difcern you in me,
Deferves your pity?

Iach. Lamentable! What!

To hide me from the radiant fun, and folace
I' the dungeon by a snuff?

Imo. I pray you, fir,

Deliver with more opennefs your answers

To my demands. Why do you pity me?
Iach. That others do,

I was about to fay, enjoy your-But
It is an office of the gods to venge it,
Not mine to speak on't.

Imo. You do feem to know

Something of me, or what concerns me; Pray you,
(Since doubting things go ill, often hurts more
Than to be fure they do: For certainties
Either are past remedies; or, timely known,

"In himself, 'tis much;]—Such a conduct is very extraordinary, when confidered only as proceeding from a man of his rare qualities, but when viewed, as ufed towards you, his mate inestimable, as piteous as 'tis ftrange.

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