More than the locking up the spirits a time, To be more fresh, reviving. She is fool'd With a most false effect; and I the truer, So to be false with her. Queen. No further service, doctor, Until I send for thee. Cor. I humbly take my leave. [Exit. Queen. Weeps she still, say'st thou? Dost thou She will not quench; and let instructions enter [The Queen drops a box: Pisanio takes. So much as but to prop him?-Thou tak'st up Five times redeem'd from death: I do not know That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how That set thee on to this desert, am bound 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; Think on my words. Pis. And shall do: [Exeunt Queen and Ladies. 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! My supreme crown of grief! and those repeated Vexations of it! Had I been thief-stolen, As my two brothers, happy! but most miserable Is the desire that's glorious: Blessed be those, How mean soe'er, that have their honest wills, Which seasons comfort. Who may this be? Fye! Enter PISANIO and IACHIMO. Pis. 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. [Presents a letter. Imo. Thanks, good sir: You are kindly welcome. Iach. All of her, that is out of door, most rich! 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! Or, like the Parthian, I shall flying fight; [Aside. 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 warmed 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 Imo. What makes your admiration? keys, apes and mon 'Twixt two such shes, would chatter this way, and Contemn with mows the other: Nor i'the judgment; 1 For idiots, in this case of favour, would Imo. What is the matter, trow? (That satiate yet unsatisfied desire, That tub both fill'd and running,) ravening first The lamb, longs after for the garbage. Imo. What, dear sir, Thus raps you? Are you well? Jach. Thanks, madam; well:-'Beseech you, sir, desire [To Pisanio. My man's abode, where I did leave him: he Is strange and peevish. Pis. I was going, sir, To give him welcome. So [Exit Pisanio. Imo. Continues well my lord? His health, be seech you? Jach. Well, madam. Imo. Is he dispos'd to mirth? I hope, he is. Iach. Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there merry and so gamesome: he is call'd The Briton reveller. Imo. When he was here, He did incline to sadness; and oft-times Not knowing why. Iach. I never saw him sad. There is a Frenchman his companion, one, An eminent monsieur, that, it seems, much loves The thick sighs from him; whiles the jolly Briton Can our sides hold, to think, that man,-who knows By history, report, or his own proof, What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose 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 Iach. Not he: But yet heaven's bounty towards him might Be us'd more thankfully. In himself, 'tis much; Imo. What do you pity, sir? 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, Deliver with more openness your answers I was about to say, enjoy your -But It is an office of the gods to venge it, Not mine to speak on't. Imo. You do seem to know Something of me, or what concerns me; 'Pray you, (Since doubting things go ill, often hurts more Than to be sure they do: For certainties |