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That should'st repair my youth; thou heapest
A year's age on me!

Imo. I beseech you, Sir,

Harm not yourself with your vexation; I
Am senseless of your wrath; a touch more


Subdues all pangs, all fears.

Cym. Past grace? obedience

Imo. Past hope, and in despair: that way,
past grace.

Cym. That might'st have had the sole son of
my queen!

Imo. O bless'd, that I might not! I chose an

And did avoid a puttock. +
Cym. Thou took'st a beggar; would'st have
made my throne

A seat for baseness.

Imo. No; I rather added

A lustre to it.

Cym. O thou vile one ! Imo. Sir,

It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus :
You bred him as my playfellow; and he is
A man, worth any woman; overbuys me
Almost the sum he pays.

Cym. What l-art thou mad?

Imo. Almost, Sir: Heaven restore me! 'Would I were

A neat-herd's daughter! and my Leonatus Our neighbour shepherd's son !

Re-enter QUEEN.

Out of your best advice.

Cym. Nay, let her languish

A drop of blood a day; and, being aged, Die of this folly!

Cym. Thou foolish thing!-
They were again together: you have done
[To the QUEEN.good
Not after our command. Away with her,
And pen ber up.

Queen. 'Beseech your patience :-Peace,
Dear lady daughter, peace ;-Sweet sovereigu,
Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some


Enter PISAN10.

Queen. Fie !-you must give way:
Here is your servant.-How now, Sir? What



Pis. My lord, your son drew on my master. Queen. Ha!

No harm, I trust, is done?

Pis. There might have been,

Bat that my master rather play'd than fought, And had no help of anger: they were parted By gentlemen at hand.

Queen. I am very glad on't.

Imo. Your son's my father's friend; he takes
his part.-

To draw upon an exile !-O brave Sir !—
I would they were in Afric both together;
Myself by with a needle, that I might prick
The goer back.-Why' came you from your
Pis. On his command: He would not suffer



To bring him to the haven: left these notes of what commands I should be subject to, When it pleas'd you to employ me.

Queen. This hath been

Your faithful servant: I dare lay mine honour,

He will remain so.

Pis. I humbly thank your highness.

Queen. Pray, walk awhile.

Imo. About some half hour hence,

pray you speak with me: you shall, at least,

*A more exquisite feeling. 1 Cattle-keeper.

+ A kite.


SCENE III-A Public Place.

Enter CLOTEN, and two LORDS.

1 Lord. Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the violence of action bath made you reek as a sacrifice: Where air comes out, air comes in: there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent.

Clo. If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it -Have I hurt him?

2 Lord. No, faith; not so much as his påtience. [Aside.

1 Lord. Hurt him? his body's a passable carcass, if he be not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for steel if it be not hurt.

2 Lord. His steel was in debt; it went o'the backside the town. [Aside.

Clo. The villain would not stand me.

2 Lord. No; but he fled forward still, toward your face. [Aside.

1 Lord. Stand you! You had land enough of your own but he added to your having; gave you some ground.

2 Lord. As many inches as you have oceans : Puppies! [Aside.

Cio. I would, they had not come between us. 2 Lord. So would I, till you had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.

[Aside. Clo. And that she should love this fellow, and refuse me !

2 Lord. If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damned. [Aside.

1 Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain go not together: She's a sign, but I have seen sinal reflection of her wit. +

2 Lord. She shines not upon fools, lest the reflection should hurt her. [Aside. Clo. Come, I'll to my chamber: 'Would there had been some hurt done!

2 Lord. I wish not so; unless it had been the fall of an ass, which is no great hurt.


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Pis. Madam, so I did.

Imo. I would have broke mine eye-strings;
crack'd them, but

To look upon him; till the diminution

Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle:

Her beauty and her sense are not equal. Anciently almost every sign had some attempt at a witticism underneath it.


Have turn'd mine eye, and wept.-But, good for courtesies, which I will be ever to pay, and Pisanio,

yet pay still.

When shall we hear from him?

Pis. Be assur'd, madam,

With his next vantage.

Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him, How I would think on him, at certain hours, Such thoughts, and such; or I could make him


The shes of Italy should not betray
Mine interest, and his honour; or have charg'd
At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at mid-
To encounter me with orisons, † for then
I am in heaven for him: or ere I could
Give him that parting kiss, which I had set
Betwixt two charming words, comes in my

And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north,
Shakes all our buds from growing.

despatch'd.I will attend the queen. Pis. Madam, I shall.

[Exeunt. SCENE V.-Rome.-An Apartment in PHILARIO'S House.

Enter a LADY.

Lady. The queen, madam, Desires your highness' company.

Imo. Those things I bid you do, get them fell in praise of our country mistresses: This

gentleman at that time vouching, (and upon warrant of bloody aflirmation,) his to be more fair, virtuous, wise, chaste, constant-qualified, and less attemptible, than any the rarest of our ladies in France.

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French. Sir, you o'er-rate my poor kindness: I was glad I did atone my countryman and you; it had been pity you should have been put together with so mortal a purpose as then each bore, upon importance of so slight and trivial a



Post. By your pardon, Sir, I was then a young traveller: rather shunned to go even with what I heard, than in my every action to be guided by others' experiences: bat, upon my mended judgment, (if I offend not to say it is mended,) my quarrel was not altogether slight.

• Opportunity.

+ Meet me with reciprocal
↑ Shakspeare has peopled Rome with
modern Italians! Mynbeer and the Dou are mute cha-

Increasing in fame.
Praise him.

French. 'Faith, yes, to be put to the arbitrement of swords; and by such two, that would, by all likelihood, have confounded one the other, or have fallen both.

lach. Can we, with manners, ask what was the difference?



French. Safely, I think: 'twas a contention in public, which may, without contradiction, suffer the report. It was much like an argument that fell out last night, where each of us

Jach. That lady is not now living; or this gentleman's opinion by this worn out. Post. She holds her virtue still, and I my

lach. You must not so far prefer her 'fore our's of Italy.

Post. Being so far provoked as I was in France, I would abate her nothing: though I profess myself her adorer, not her friend.

Iach. As fair and as good (a kind of hand-inhand comparison,) had been something too fair and too good for any lady in Britany. If she

went before others I have seen, as that diamond

of your's outlustres many I have beheid, I could not but believe she excelled many but I have not seen the most precious diamond that is, nor you the lady.

Post. I praised her, as I rated her: so do I my stone.

Iach. What do you esteem it at ?

Post. More than the world enjoys.

Jach. Either your unparagoned mistress is dead, or she's outpriz'd by a tride.

Post. You are mistaken: the one may be sold, or given; if there were wealth enough for the purchase, or merit for the gift: the other is not a thing for sale, and only the gift of the gods.


Here comes the Briton: Let him be so enter-
tained amongst you, as suits, with gentlemen of
your knowing, to a stranger of quality.-I be-
seech you all, be better known to this gentley
man; whom I commend to you as a noble friend
of mine: How worthy he is, I will leave to ap-
pear hereafter, rather than story him in his own

French. Sir, we have known together in Or-
Post. Since when I have been debtor to you

Jach. Which the gods have given you? Post. Which by their races, I will keep. Iach. You may wear her in title your's: but, you know, strange fowl light upon neighbouring ponds. Your ring may be stolen too: so, of your brace of unprizable estimations, the one is but frail, and the other casual; a cunning thief, or a that-way accomplished courtier, would bazard the winning both of first and


Post. Your Italy contains none so accomplished a courtier, to convince the honour of mistress; if, in the holding or loss of that, you term her frail. I do nothing doubt you have store of thieves; notwithstanding I fear not my ring.

Phi. Let us leave here, gentlemen.

Post. Sir, with all heart. This worthy sig nior, I thank bim, makes no stranger of me; we are familiar at first.

Jach. With five times so much conversation, ! should get ground of your fair mistress; maki

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her go back, even to the yielding; had I ad- Make haste: Who has the note of them?
mittance, and opportunity to friend.
1 Lady. I, madam.
Queen. Despatch.——

Post. No, no.

Iach. I dare, thereon, pawn the moiety of
my estate to your ring; which, in my opinion,
o'er-values it something; But I make my wager
rather against your confidence, than her repu-
tation and, to bar your offence herein too, I
durst attempt it against any lady in the world.
Post. You are a great deal abused in too
bold a persuasion; and I doubt not you sustain
what you're worthy of, by your attempt.
Jach. What's that?

Post. A repulse: Though your attempt, as you call it, deserve more-a punisment too.

Phi. Gentlemen, enough of this: it came in too suddenly; let it die as it was born, and, I pray you, be better acquainted.

Iach. 'Would I had put my estate and my neighbour's on the approbation of what I have spoke.

Post. What lady would you choose to assail? lach. Your's; whom in constancy, you think, stands so safe. I will lay you ten thousand ducats to your ring, that, commend me to the court where your lady is, with no more advantage than the opportunity of a second conference, and I will bring from thence that honour of her's, which you imagine so reserved.

Post. I will wage against your gold, gold to it: my ring I hold dear as my finger; 'tis part of it. Jach. You are a friend, and therein the wiser. If you buy ladies' flesh at a million a dram, you cannot preserve it from tainting: But, I see, you have some religion in you, that

you fear.

Post. This is but a custom in your tongue; you bear a graver purpose, I hope. lach. I am the master of my speeches; and would undergo what's spoken, I swear.

Post. Will you ?-I shall but lend my diamond till your return:-Let there be covenants drawn between us: My mistress exceeds in goodness the hugeness of your unworthy thinklug: I dare you to this match: here's my ring. Phi. I will have it no lay. lach. By the gods it is one :-If I bring you no sufficient testimony that I have enjoyed the dearest bodily part of your mistress, my ten thousand ducats are your's; so is your diamond too. If I come off, and leave her in such honour as you have trust in, she your jewel, this your jewel, and my gold are your's-provided I have your commendation, for my more free


Post. I embrace these conditions; let us have articles betwixt us:-only, thus far you shall answer. If you make your voyage upon her, and give me directly to understand you have prevailed, I am no further your enemy, she is not worth our debate: if she remain unseduced, (you not making it appear otherwise,) for your ill opinion, and the assault you have made to her chastity, you shall answer me with your


lach. Your hand; a covenant: We will have these things set down by lawful counsel, and straight away for Britain, lest the bargain should catch cold, and starve: I will fetch my gold, and have two wagers recorded. Post. Agreed.

Queen. Whiles yet the dew's on ground, ga.

ther those flowers; • Deceived.

+ Proof. Recommendation.

* A lover.

[Exeunt LADIES.
Now, master doctor; have you brought those

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
Commanded of me these most poisonous com-

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

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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.

Queen. Hark thee, a word.- [TO PISANIO.
Cor. [Aside.] I do not like her. She doth
think she bas


French. Will this hold, think you?
Phi. Signior lachimo will not from it. Pray, I'll tell thee, on the instant, thou art then
let us follow 'em,
[Exeunt. As great as is thy master: greater; for
His fortunes all lie speechless, and his name
SCENE VI.-Britain.-A Room in CYMBE-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 ou a thing that leans?

LINE'S Palace.

Strange lingering poisons: I do know her spirit,
Aud will not trust one of her malice with
A drug of such damu'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 danger 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.
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

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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 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

Thou hast thy mistress still; to boot, my son,
Who shall take notice of thee: I'll move the
To any shape of thy preferment, such [king
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
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
Which, if he take, shall quite unpeople her
Of liegers for her sweet; and which she,
Except she bend ber humour, shall be assur'd

Re-enter PISANIO, and LADIES.

To taste of too. So, 80 ;-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.

Imo. A father cruel, and a step-dame false; A foolish suitor to a wedded lady, [band! That hath her husband banish'd-O that husMy supreme crown of grief! and those repeated Vexations of it! Had I been thief-stolen, As my two brothers, happy! but most miserable

Imo. Thanks, good Sir: You are kindly welcome.

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? Fie!

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.


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.

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, auuacity, from head to foot!
Or, like the Parthian, I shall flying fight;
Rather, directly fly.

Iach. 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 twinu'd stones
Upon the number'd beach? and can we not
Partition make with spectacles so precious
Twixt fair and foul?

So far I read aloud:

But even the very middle of my heart


Iach. All of her, that is out of door, most



Imo. What makes your admiration ?

Iach. It cannot be i'the eye; for apes and monkeys,

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

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. [Reads.]-He is one of the noblest note, to whose kindness I am most infinitely tied. Reflect upon him accordingly, as you value

your truest


Imo. What is the matter, trow?
Iach. 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. What, dear Sir,

Thus raps you? Are you well?

Iach. 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.

[Erit PISANIO. Imo. Continues well my lord? His health, 'beseech 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.

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You look on me: What wreck discern you in Thou wrong'st a gentleman, who is as far me,

Deserves your pity?

Jack. Lamentable! What!

To hide me from the radiant sun, and solace
I'the dungeon by a snuff?

Ime. I pray you, Sir,

Deliver with more openness your answers
To my demands. Why do you pity me?
lach, That others do,

From thy report, as thou from honour; and
Solicit'st here a lady, that disdains
Thee and the devil alike.-What ho, Pisanio!-
The king my father shall be made acquainted
Of thy assault if he shall think it fit,
A saucy stranger, in his court, to mart
As in a Romish stew, and to expound
His beastly mind to us; he hath a court
He little cares for, and a daughter whom
He not respects at all.-What ho, Pisanio!-
Iach. O happy Leonatus! I may say:
The credit, that thy lady hath of thee,
Deserves thy trust; and thy most perfect good-

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


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Her assur'd credit!-Blessed live you long!
A lady to the worthiest Sir, that ever
Country call'd his! and you his mistress, only
For the most worthiest fit! Give me your par-

I have spoke this, to know if your affiance
Were deeply rooted; and shall make your lord,
That which he is, new o'er: And he is one
The truest manner'd; such a holy witch,
That he enchants societies unto him:
Half all men's hearts are his.

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By length'ning my return. From Gallia
cross'd the seas on purpose, and on promise
To see your grace.

Imo. I thank you for your pains ;
But not away to-morrow?

Iach. O I must, madam :
Therefore, I shall beseech you, if you please
To greet your lord with writing, do't to-night;
I have outstood my time; which is material
To the tender of our present.
Imo. I will write.

• To fan, is to winnow.

† A stranger.

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