Here comes a flatt'ring rafcal, upon him Cor. I do fufpect you, Madam. But you fhall do no harm. Queen. Hark thee a word. [To Pifanio, Cor. I do not like her. She doth think the 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. That the has Will ftupifie and dull the fenfe a while; Which firft perchance fhe'll prove on cats and dogs, No danger in what fhew of death it makes, Queen. No further service, Doctor, until I fend. Cor. I take my leave. Queen. Weeps the ftill, fay'ft thou? doft thou : Who cannot be new built, and has no friends, So much as but to prop him? Thou tak'st up [Pifanio looking on the vial. That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how The hand faft to her Lord. I've giv'n him that, Enter Pifanio, and Ladies. The violets, cowflips, and the prim-rofes, Think on my words. Pif. Ifhall do fo : [Exeunt Queen and Ladies. [Exit. But when to my good Lord I prove untrue, Imo. A father cruel, and a stepdame falfe, A foolish fuitor to a wedded Lady, That hath her husband banish'd O, that hufband! My fupream crown of grief and thofe repeated had I been thief-ftol'n, As my two brothers, happy! but most miferable Is the degree that's glorious. Blefs'd be thofe, Pif. Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome Iach. Change you, Madam ? The worthy Leonatus is in fafety, And greets your Highness dearly. Imo. Thanks, good Sir, You're kindly welcome. Iach. All of her, that is out of door, moft rich! [4. If the be furnish'd with a mind fo rare, She is alone th' Arabian bird; and I Rather directly fiye. Imogen reads. He is one of the nobleft note, to whofe kindnesses I am m infinitely tyed Reflect upon him accordingly, as you value your trueft So far I read aloud. But even the very middle of my heart Is warmed by the reft, 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, faireft Lady. Leonatus What, are men mad? hath nature given them eyes Imo. What makes your admiration? Tach. 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; Fa For Idiots in this cafe of favour would Imo. What is the matter, trow ? That fatiate, yet unfatisfy'd defire, that tub Imo. What, dear Sir, Thus raps you? are you well? lach. Thanks, Madam, well. 'Beseech you, Sir, defire my man's abode [To Pifanio. Where I did leave him; he is ftrange and sheepish. [Exit Pifanio. Imo. Continues well my Lord? his health, "beseech you? Iach. Well, Madam. Imo. Is he difpos'd to mirth? hope he is. Fach. Exceeding pleafant; not a stranger there So merry, and fo gamefome; he is call'd The Briton reveller. Imo. When he was here He did incline to fadnefs, and oft times Not knowing why. Iach. 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 fighs from him; whiles the jolly Briton, (Your Lord I mean,) laughs from's free lungs, cries Ob! Can my fides bold, to think, that man who knows By biftory, report, or his own proof, What woman is, yea, what she cannot chufe For affur'd bondage? Imo. Will my Lord fay fo? Iach. Ay, Madam, with his eyes in flood with laughter. It is a recreation to be by Y 3 And And hear him mock the Frenchman: but heav'n knows Some men are much to blame. Imo. Not he, I hope. lach. Not he. But yet heav'ns bounty tow'rds him might Be us'd more thankfully. In himself 'tis much; In you, whom I count his beyond all talents,- Imo. What do you pity, Sir? You look on me; what wreck difcern you in me Iach. Lamentable! what! To hide me from the radiant fun, and folace Imo. I pray you, Sir, Deliver with more openness your answers I was about to fay, enjoy your - but 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 Or are paft remedies; or timely known, lach. Had I this cheek To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch, Bale |