And enemy to my son.-How now, Pisanio?- Take your own way. Cor. I do suspect you, madam; But you shall do no harm. Queen. Hark thee, a word. [Aside. [TO PISANIO. Cor. [Aside.] I do not like her. She doth think, she has Strange lingering poisons: I do know her spirit, A drug of such damn'd nature: Those, she has, No danger in what show of death it makes, Queen. No further service, doctor, [Exit. Cor. I humbly take my leave. She will not quench; and let instructions enter I'll tell thee, on the instant, thou art then Is to exchange one misery with another; 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 As thou'lt desire; and then myself, I chiefly, Think on my words. [Exit PISA.] - A sly and constant knave; Not to be shak'd: the agent for his master; The hand fast to her lord.--I have given him that, Re-enter PISANIO, and Ladies. To taste of too. So, so; -well done, well done: The violets, cowslips, and the primroses, Think on my words. Pis. And shall do: [Exeunt Queen and Ladies. 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, As my two brothers, happy! but most miserable Enter PISANIO and IACHIMO. 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. Imo. Thanks, good sir: You are kindly welcome. Iach. All of her, that is out of door, most rich! [Aside. 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 So far I read aloud: LEONATUS. But even the very middle of my heart Have words to bid you; and shall find it so, Iach. Thanks, fairest lady. What! are men mad? Hath nature given them eyes Imo. What makes your admiration ? 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. [Exit 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. Imo. When he was here, He did incline to sadness; and oft-times Iach. I never saw him sad. There is a Frenchman, his companion, one The thick sighs from him; whiles the jolly Briton |