Queen. Until I send for thee. 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: PISANIO takes it up. That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how 4 i. c. Grow cool. 5 To change his abode. That set thee on to this desert, am bound 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, Re-enter PISANIO and Ladies. To taste of too. So, so ;-well done, well done : Pis. But when to my good and the primroses, lord I prove untrue, I'll choke myself: there's all I'll do for you. SCENE VII. Another Room in the same. Enter IMOGEN. Imo. A father cruel, and a step-dame false; A foolish suitor to a wedded lady, [Exit. That hath her husband banish'd;-O, that husband! 6 Ambassadors. Enter PISANIO and IACHIMO. Pis. Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome; Iach. Imo. You are kindly welcome. Change you, madam? [Presents a Letter. Thanks, good sir : Iach. All of her, that is out of door, most rich! If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare, [Aside. Have lost the wager. Boldness be my friend! Or, like the Parthian, I shall flying fight; 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 LEONATUS. So far I read aloud: But even the very middle of my heart Is warm'd by the rest, and takes it thankfully.- Have words to bid you; and shall find it so, In all that I can do. Iach. Thanks, fairest lady. What! are men mad? Hath nature given them eyes To see this vaulted arch, and the rich crop Partition make with spectacles so precious "Twixt fair and foul? Imo. What makes your admiration? Iach. It cannot be i'the eye; for apes and mon keys, 'Twixt two such shes, would chatter this way, and Contemn with mows the other: Nor i'the judg ment; For idiots, in this case of favour, would 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 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. 6 Pis. To give him welcome. I was going, sir, [Exit PISANIO. Imo. Continues well my lord? His health, be seech 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, 7 Making mouths. Shy and foolish. He did incline to sadness; and oft-times Not knowing why. Iach. I never saw him sad. The thick sighs from him; whiles the jolly Briton who knows Can my sides hold, to think, that man,- 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 To pity too. Imo. What do you pity, sir? Iach. Two creatures, heartily. 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 sun, and solace I'the dungeon by a snuff? 1 |