But

Cor. I do fufpect you, Madam.
you fhall do no harm.
Queen. Hark thee a word.

[Afide.

[To Pifanio.

Cor. I do not like her. She doth think he has
Strange ling'ring Poifons; I do know her Spirit,
And will not truft one of her Malice, with
A drug of fuch damn'd Nature. Those she has,
Will ftupifie and dull the Senfe a while,
Which first perchance fhe'll prove on Cats and Dogs,
Then afterward up higher; but there is
No Danger in what fhew of Death it makes,
More than the locking up the Spirits a time,
To be more fresh, reviving. She is fool'd
With a moft falle effect; and I the truer,
So to be falfe with her.

Queen. No further Service, Doctor,

Until I fend for thee.

Cor. I humbly take my leave.

[Exit.

Queen. Weeps the ftill, fayeft thou? Doft thou think in

time

She will not quench, and let Inftructions enter

Where folly now poffeffes? do thou work;
When thou shalt bring me word fhe loves my Son,
I'll tell thee on the inftant, thou art then
As great as is thy Mafter; greater; for
His Fortunes all lye fpeechless, and his Name
Is at laft Gafp. Return he cannot, nor
Continue where he is; to fhift his being,
Is to exchange one Mifery with another,
And every Day that comes, comes to decay
A Day's Work in him. What fhalt thou expect
To be depender on a thing that leans?
Who cannot be new built, nor has no Friends
So much, as but to prop him? thou takeft up

[Pifanio looking on the Viol
Thou know'ft not what; but take it for thy Labour,
It is a thing I make, which hath the King
Five times redeem'd from Death; I do not know
What is more Cordial. Nay I prethee take it,
It is an earneft of a farther good

That

That I mean to thee. Tell thy Mistress how
The Cafe ftands with her; do't, as from thy felf:
Think what a chance thou chanceft on, but think
Thou haft thy Miftrefs ftill; to boot, my Son,
Who fhall take Notice of thee. I'll move the King
To any fhape of thy Preferment, fuch

As thou❜lt defire; and then my self, I chiefly
That fet thee on to this Defert, am bound

To load thy Merit richly. Call my Women. [Exit Pifanio.
Think on my words. A flye, and conftant Knave,
Not to be hak'd; the Agent for his Mafter,
And the Remembrancer of her, to hold

The Hand faft to her Lord. I have given him that,
Which if he take, fhall quite unpeople her

Of Leidgers for her Sweet; and which she after,
Except the bend her humor, fhall be affur'd
To tafte of too.

Enter Pifanio, and Ladies.
So, fo; well done, well done;

The Violets, Cowflips, and the Prim-Rofes.
Bear to my Closet; fare thee well, Pifanio,
Think on my words.

Pifa. And fhall do:

[Exit Queen and Ladies.

But when to my good Lord, I prove untrue,
I'll choak my felf; there's all I'll do for you.
Enter Imogen alone.

Imo. A Father cruel, and a Stepdame false,
A foolish Suiter to a wedded Lady,

That hath her Husband banifh'd--- O,that Husband!
My fupream Crown of Grief, and those repeated
Vexations of it ---- had I been Thief-ftoln,
As my two Brothers, happy; but moft miferable
Is the Defire that's Glorious. Bleffed be those
How mean fo e'er, that have their honeft Wills,
Which Seasons comfort, Who may this be? Fie!
Enter Pifanio, and Iachimo.

Pif. Madam, a noble Gentleman of Rome,
Comes from my Lord with Letters.
Iach. Change you, Madam ?
The worthy Leonatus is in fafety,
And greets your Highness dearly.

[Exite

Ime.

H 2

Imo. Thanks, good Sir, You're kindly welcome.

Iach. All of her, that is out of door, moft rich! If the be furnish'd with a mind fo rare,

She is alone th' Arabian Bird; and I

Have loft the Wager. Boldness be my Friend
Arm me Audacity from Head to Foot.
Or like the Parthian I fhall flying Fight,
Rather directly flye.

Imogen reads.

;

He is one of the Noblest Note, to whose kindnesses I am most infinitely tyed. Reflect upon him accordingly, as you value your trust.

So far I read aloud.

But even the very middle of my Heart

Is warmed by th' reft, and take it thankfully-
You are as welcome, worthy Sir, as I

Have words to bid you, and shall find it fo
In all that I can do.

Iach. Thanks, fairest Lady;

Leonatus.

What, are Men mad? hath Nature given them Eyes
To fee this vaulted Arch, and the rich Crop
Of Sea and Land, which can diftinguish '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'th' Eye; for Apes, and Monkeys, 'Twixt two fuch She's, would chatter this way, and Contemn with mowes the other. Nor i'th' judgment; For Ideots in this Cafe of Favour, would Be wifely definit. Nor in the Appetite, Sluttery to fuch neat excellence oppos'd, Should make Defire vomit emptiness, Not fo allur'd to feed.

Imo. What is the matter trow?

Iach. The cloyed Will,

That fatiate yet unfatisfy'd Defire, that Tub

Both fill'd and running: Ravening firft the Lamb,

Longs after for the Garbage

Imo. What, dear Sir,

Thus raps you? are you well?

Iach. Thanks, Madam, well; befeech you, Sir, Defire my Man's abode, where I did leave him;

He's strange and peevish.

Pif. I was going, Sir,

To give him welcome.

Imo. Continues well my Lord?

His Health, befeech you?

Iach. Well, Madam.

[To Pifanio.

Imo. Is he difpos'd to Mirth? I hope he is. Iach. Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there, So merry, and fo gamefome; he is call'd

The Britain Reveller.

Imo. When he was here

He did incline to sadness, and oft times

Not knowing why.

lach. I never faw him fad.

There is a Frenchman his Companion, one
An eminent Monfieur, that it feems much loves
A Gallian-Girl at home. He Furnaces

The thick fides from him; whiles the jolly Britain,
Your Lord I mean, laughs from's free Lungs, cries oh!
Can my fides hold, to think, that Man who knows
By Hiftory, Report, or his own proof

What Woman is, yea, what the cannot chuse
But muft be, will's free Hours languish,

For affur'd Bondage?

Imo. Will my Lord fay fo?

lach. Ay, Madam, with his Eyes in flood with laughter,

It is a Recreation to be by

And hear him mock the Frenchman:

But Heav'ns know fome Men are much to blame.

Imo. Not he, I hope.

Iach. Not he. But yet Heav'ns Bounty towards him, might

Be us'd more thankfully. In himself 'tis much ;

In you, which I account his beyond all Talents,
Whilft I am bound to wonder, I am bound
To pity too,

H 3

Imo.

Imo. What do you pity, Sir?
Iach. Two Creatures heartily.

Imo. Am I one, Sir?

You look on me; what wrack difcern you in me
Deférves your Pity?

Iach. Lamentable! what

To hide me from the radiant Sun, and folace
I'th' Dungeon by a Snuff?

Imo. I pray you, Sir,

Deliver with more opennefs your Anfwers

To my Demands.

Why do you pity me?

but

Lach. That others do,

I was about to fay, enjoy your

It is an Office of the Gods to venge it,

Not mine to fpeak on't.

Imo. You do feem to know

Something of me, or what concerns me; pray you
Since doubting things go ill, often hurts more,
Than to be fure they do; For certainties
Either are paft Remedies; or timely knowing,
The Remedy then born; Difcover to me
What both you spur and stop.

Iach. Had I this Cheek

To bath my Lips upon; this Hand, whofe touch,
Whofe very touch would force the feeler's Soul
To th' Oath of Loyalty; this object, which
Takes Prifoner, the wild Motion of mine Eye,
Fixing it only here; fhould I, damn'd then,
Slaver with Lips as common as the Stairs
That mount the Capitol? join Gripes, with Hands
Made hard with hourly Falfhood as with Labour?
Then glad my felf by peeping in an Eye
Bafe and unluftrious as the fmoaky Light
That's fed with ftinking Tallow? it were fit

That all the Plagues of Hell fhould at one time
Encounter fuch Revolt.

Imo. My Lord, I fear,

Has forgot Britain.

Iach. And himself; not I

Inclin'd to this Intelligence, pronounce

The Beggary of his Change; but 'tis your Graces

That