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SCENE VI.

Britain. A Room in Cymbeline's Palace.

Enter Queen, Ladies, and CORNELIUS. Queen. Whiles yet the dew's on ground, gather

those flowers; Make haste: Who has the note of them? 1 Lady.

I, madam. Queen. Despatch.

[Exeunt Ladies, Now, master doctor; have you brought those drugs? Cor. Pleaseth your highness, ay: here they are, madam :

[Presenting a small Box. But I beseech your grace, (without offence ; My conscience bids me ask;) wherefore you have Commanded of me these most poisonous compounds, Which are the movers of a languishing death; But, though slow, deadly? Queen.

I do wonder, doctor, Thou ask'st me such a question: Have I not been Thy pupil long? Hast thou not learn'd me how To make perfumes? distil? preserve? yea, so, That our great king himself doth woo me oft For my confections? Having thus far proceeded, (Unless thou think'st me devilish,) is't not meet That I did amplify my judgment in Other conclusions?' I will try the forces Of these thy compounds on such creatures as We count not worth the hanging, (but none human,) To try the vigour of them, and apply Allayments to their act; and by them gather Their several virtues, and effects. Cor.

Your highness Shall from this practice but make hard your heart :

s Other conclusions ?) Other experiments.

Besides, the seeing these effects will be
Both noisome and infectious.
Queen.

0, content thee.

Enter PISANIO. Here comes a flattering rascal; upon him [ Aside. Will I first work: he's for his master, And enemy to my son.—How now, Pisanio ? Doctor, your service for this time is ended ; Take your own way. Cor.

I do suspect you, madam ; But you shall do no harm.

[ Aside. Queen.

Hark thee, a word.

[To Pisanio. Cor. [Aside.] I do not like her. She doth think,

she has
Strange lingering poisons: I do know her spirit,
And will not trust one of her malice with
A drug of such damn'd nature: Those, she has,
Will stupify and dull the sense awhile:
Which first, perchance, she'll prove on cats, and

dogs;
Then afterward up higher; but there is
No dánger in what show of death it makes,
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

think, in time She will not quench;o and let instructions enter

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Where folly now possesses? Do thou work ;
When thou shalt bring me word, she loves my son,
I'll tell thee, on the instant, thou art then
As great aş is thy master: greater; for
His

fortunes all lie speechless, and his name
Is at last gasp: Return he cannot, nor
Continue where he is: to shift his being,
Is to exchange one misery with another ;
And every day, that comes, comes to decay
A day's work in him : What shalt thou expect,
To be depender on a thing that leans ?8
Who cannot be new built ; nor has no friends,

[The Queen drops a Box: Pisanio takes it up. So much as but to

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 What is more cordial :--Nay, I prythee, take it; It is an earnest of a further good That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how The case stands with her; do't, as from thyself. Think what a chance thou changest on;' but think Thou hast thy mistress still; to boot, my son, Who shall take notice of thee : I'll move the king To any shape of thy preferment, such As thou'lt desire; and then myself, I chiefly, That set thee on to this desert, am bound To load thy merit richly. Call my women: Think on my words. [Exit Pisa.)–A sly and con

stant knave; Not to be shak'd : the agent for his master; And the remembrancer of her, to hold

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to shift his being,] To change his abode.

that leans?] That inclines towards its fall. 9 Think what a chance thou changest on ;] i, e. think with what a fair prospect of mending your fortunes you now change your pre. sent service.

The hand fast to her lord.--I have given him that,
Which, if he take, shall quite unpeople her
Of liegers for her sweet;' and which she, after,
Except she bend her humour, shall be assur'd

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. [Exeunt Queen and Ladies.
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.

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Imo. A father cruel, and a step-dame false;
A foolish suitor to a wedded lady,
That hath her husband banish’d;-0, 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 LACHIMO.

Pis. Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome; Comes from

my

lord with letters.

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Of liegers for her sweet ;] A lieger ambassador is one that resides in a foreign court to promote his master's interest.

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. lach. 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 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.-
You are as welcome, worthy sir, as I
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
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? Jach. It cannot be i'the eye; for apes and monkeys, 'Twixt two such shes, would chatter this Contein with mows the other: Nor i'the judgments For idiots, in this case of favour, would

way, and

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