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That should'st repair my youth; thou heapest
Imo. I beseech you, Sir,
Harm not yourself with your vexation; I
Subdues all pangs, all fears.
Cym. Past grace? obedience
Imo. Past hope, and in despair: that way,
Cym. That might'st have had the sole son of
Imo. O bless'd, that I might not! I chose an
And did avoid a puttock. +
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 :
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 !
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!-
Queen. 'Beseech your patience :-Peace,
Queen. Fie !-you must give way:
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
To draw upon an exile !-O brave Sir !—
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.
o see my lord aboard: for this time leave Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from
The smallness of a gnat to air; and then
Pis. Madam, so I did.
Imo. I would have broke mine eye-strings;
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
And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north,
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.
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
Enter PHILARIO, IACHIMO, a FRENCHMAN, a mind.
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.
+ Meet me with reciprocal
Increasing in fame.
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-
French. Sir, we have known together in Or-
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
her go back, even to the yielding; had I ad- Make haste: Who has the note of them?
Post. No, no.
Iach. I dare, thereon, pawn the moiety of
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
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.
Enter QUEEN, LADIES, and CORNELIUS.
ther those flowers; • Deceived.
+ Proof. Recommendation.
* A lover.
Cor. Pleaseth your highness, ay here they
[Presenting a small Box.
Which are the movers of a languishing death;
Queen. I do wonder, doctor,
Thou ask'st me such a question: Have I not
Cor. I do suspect you, madam;
[Exeunt POSTHUMUS and IACHIMO.
Strange lingering poisons: I do know her spirit,
Queen. No further service, doctor,
Cor. I humbly take my leave.
She will not quench; + and let instructions enter
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;
Thou hast thy mistress still; to boot, my son,
Not to be shak'd: the agent for his master;
Re-enter PISANIO, and LADIES.
To taste of too. So, 80 ;-well done, well done:
[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.-
In all that I can do.
Enter PISANIO and IACHIMO.
Pis. Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome
If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare,
Iach. Thanks, fairest lady.-
What! are men mad? Hath nature given them
To see this vaulted arch, and the rich crop
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
Imo. [Reads.]-He is one of the noblest note, to whose kindness I am most infinitely tied. Reflect upon him accordingly, as you value
Imo. What is the matter, trow?
(That satiate yet unsatisfied desire,
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
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
Ime. I pray you, Sir,
Deliver with more openness your answers
From thy report, as thou from honour; and
I was about to say, enjoy your--But
Imo. You do seem to know
Her assur'd credit!-Blessed live you long!
I have spoke this, to know if your affiance
By length'ning my return. From Gallia
Imo. I thank you for your pains ;
Iach. O I must, madam :
• To fan, is to winnow.
† A stranger.