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Until I send for thee.

No further service, doctor,

I humbly take my leave.


Queen. Weeps she still, say'st thou? Dost thou think, in time

She will not quench+; and let instructions enter
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 as 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?
Who cannot be new built; nor has no friends,

[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
What is more cordial:-Nay, I pr'ythee, 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,

4 i. c. Grow cool. 5 To change his abode.

That set thee on to this desert, am bound
To load thy merit richly. Call my women:
Think on my words. [Exit PISANIO.]-A sly and
constant knave;

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,
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,
Bear to my closet:
Think on my words.


But when to my good

and the primroses,
-Fare thee well, Pisanio;
[Exeunt Queen and Ladies.
And shall do:

lord I prove untrue,

I'll choke myself: there's all I'll do for you.


Another Room in the same.


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!

6 Ambassadors.


Pis. Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome;
Comes from my lord with letters.

The worthy Leonatus is in safety,
And greets your highness dearly.


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,
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.


Thanks, fairest lady.

What! are men mad? Hath nature given them


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 beech? and can we not

Partition make with spectacles so precious "Twixt fair and foul?


What makes your admiration? Iach. It cannot be i'the eye; for apes and mon


'Twixt two such shes, would chatter this way, and Contemn with mows the other: Nor i'the judg


For idiots, in this case of favour, would
Be wisely definite: Nor i'the appetite;
Sluttery, to such neat excellence oppos'd,
Should make desire vomit emptiness,
Not so allur'd to feed.

Imo. What is the matter, trow?

(That satiate yet unsatisfied desire,

The cloyed will,

That tub both fill'd and running,) ravening first
The lamb, longs after for the garbage.


Thus raps you? Are you well?

What, dear sir,


Iach. Thanks, madam; well:-'Beseech you, sir,


My man's abode where I did leave him: he

Is strange and peevish. 6


To give him welcome.

I was going, sir,


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.


When he was here,

7 Making mouths.

Shy and foolish.

He did incline to sadness; and oft-times

Not knowing why.


I never saw him sad.
There is a Frenchman his companion, one
An eminent monsieur, that, it seems, much loves
A Gallian girl at home: he furnaces

The thick sighs from him; whiles the jolly Briton
(Your lord, I mean,) laughs from's free lungs,
cries, O!

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Can my sides hold, to think, that man,-
By history, report, or his own proof,
What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose
But must be, will his free hours languish for
Assured bondage?


Will my lord

say so?

Iach. Ay, madam; with his eyes in flood with


It is a recreation to be by,

And hear him mock the Frenchman: but, heavens


Some men are much to blame.


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.


What do you pity, sir? Iach. Two creatures, heartily.


Am I one, sir?

You look on me; What wreck discern you in me,

Deserves your pity?


Lamentable! What!

To hide me from the radiant sun, and solace

I'the dungeon by a snuff?


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