As great as is thy master: greater; for [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 That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how As thou❜lt desire; and then myself, I chiefly, 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: The violets, cowslips, and the primroses, Bear to my closet: Fare thee well, Pisanio; Think on my words. *To change his abode. [Exeunt Queen and Ladies. +Ambassadors. Pis. And shall do: 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 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:-O, that husband! As my two brothers, happy! but most miserable 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; 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 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, Iach. 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. 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? The cloyed will (That satiate yet unsatisfied desire, That tub both fill'd and running,) ravening first The lamb, longs after for the garbage. 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 †. Pis. To give him welcome. Imo. Continues well my lord? His health, 'be seech you? * Making mouths. Shy and foolish. 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. The thick sighs from him; whiles the jolly Briton (Your lord, I mean,) laughs from's free lungs, cries, O! Can my sides hold, to think, that man,-who knows 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, 'tis much; In you,-which I count his, beyond all talents,Whilst I am bound to wonder, I am bound To pity too. Imo. What do you pity, sir? lach. 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? Imo. I pray you, sir, I was about to say, enjoy your——But Imo. You do seem to know Something of me or what concerns me ; 'Pray you Iach. Imo. Has forgot Britain. Iach. My lord, I fear, And himself. Not I, Inclin❜d to this intelligence, pronounce The beggary of his change: but 'tis your graces That, from my mutest conscience, to my tongue, Charms this report out. *What you seem anxious to utter, and yet withhold. |