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Who fhall take notice of thee. I'll move the King
To any shape of thy preferment, such

As thou'lt defire; and then myself, I chiefly,
That fet thee on to this defert, am bound

To load thy merit richly. Call my women-[Exit Pisa.
Think on my words- -A fly and conftant knave,
Not to be fhak'd; the agent for his master;
And the remembrancer of her, to hold

The hand fast to her Lord.-I've giv'n him that,
Which, if he take, fhall quite unpeople her
Of leidgers for her sweet; and which she, after,
Except the bend her humour, fhall be affur'd
To tafte of too.

Enter Pifanio, and Ladies.

So, fo; well done, well done;

The violets, cowflips, and the primroses,
Bear to my clofet; fare thee well, Pifanio,
Think on my words.

Pif. And fhall do:

[Exeunt Queen and Ladies.

you.

[Exit.

But when to my good Lord I prove untrue,
I'll choke myfelf; there's all I'll do for

Imo.

SCENE changes to Imogen's Apartments.

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Enter Imogen alone.

Father cruel, and a ftepdame falfe,

A foolish fuitor to a wedded lady, That hath her husband banish'd-O, that husband! My fupreme crown of grief, and thofe repeated Vexations of it-Had I been thief-ftoll'n, As my two brothers, happy! but most miferable Is the defire, that's glorious. Blefs'd be thofe, How mean foe'er, that have their honeft wills, Which feafons comfort. Who may this be? fy!

Think what a Change thou chanceft on,

i. e. if you will fall into my Meafures, do but think how you will chance to change your Fortunes for the better, in the Confequences that will attend your Compliance.

Enter

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 Highnefs dearly.

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 fly.

He is one of the

moft infinitely tied. value your trust.

Imogen reads.

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nobleft note, to whofe kindnesses I am Reflect upon him accordingly, as you

So far I read aloud :

But ev❜n the very middle of my heart

Leonatus.

Is warm'd by th' reft, and takes it thankfully.-
You are as welcome, worthy Sir, as I

Have word's to bid you; and fhall find it fo,
In all that I can do.

Iach. Thanks, faireft Lady

What! are men mad? hath nature given them eyes
To fee this vaulted arch, and the rich crop
Of sea and land, which can distinguish 'twixt
The fiery orbs above, (6) and the twinn'd stones
Upon th' unnumber'd beach? and can we not

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Imo. What makes your admiration?

Iach. It cannot be i'th' eye; (for apes and monkeys, "Twixt two such 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 definite :) Nor i'th appetite: (Slutt'ry, to fuch neat excellence oppos'd, Should make defire vomit emptinefs, Not fo allur'd to feed.)

Imo. What is the matter, trow?

Iach. The cloyed will,c

That fatiate, yet unfatisfy'd defire, (that tub,
Both fill'd and running ;) ravening firft the lamb,
Longs after for the garbage-

Inio. What, dear Sir,

Thus raps you? are you well?

Iach. Thanks, Madam, well-Befeech you, Sir,',

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[To Pifanio.

Defire my man's abode, where I did leave him;

He's ftrange, and peevish.

Pif I was going, Sir,

To give him welcome.

Imo. Continues well my Lords.

His health, 'befeech you?

Iach. Well, Madam..

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

The Britaine Reveller.

Upon th unnumber'd Beach.

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(In nova fert Animus mutatas dicere formas
Corpona.

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Imo. When he was here,

He did incline to sadness, and oft times
Not knowing why.

Iach. I never faw him fad.

There is a Frenchman his companion, one,

An eminent Monfieur, that, it seems, 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 oh!
Can my fides hold, to think, that man, who knows
By history, report, or his own proof,

What woman is, yea, what she cannot chuse
But must be, will his free hours languish out
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,

And hear him mock the Frenchman: but heav'n knows, Some men are much to blame.

Imo. Not he, I hope.

Iach. Not he. But yet heav'n's bounty tow'rds high might

Be us'd more thankfully. In himfelf, 'tis much;
In you, whom I count his, beyond all talents ;
Whilft I am bound to wonder, I am bound

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You look on me; what wreck difcern you in me,

Deferves your pity?

Iath. Lamentable! what!

To hide me from the radiant fun, and folace

I'th' dungeon by a fnuff?

Imo. I pray you, Sir,

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

I was about to fay, enjoy your-but

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It is an office of the Gods to venge it,
Not mine to speak 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
Or are paft remedies, or timely knowing, "
The remedy then born;) discover to me
What both you fpur and ftop.

lach. Had I this cheek

To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch,
Whofe ev'ry touch would force the feeler's foul
To th' oath of loyalty; this object, which
Takes pris'ner 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 myfelf by peeping in an eye,

Bafe and unluftrous as the fmoaky light

That's fed with ftinking tallow, it were fit,

That all the plagues of hell fhould at one time ET Encounter fuch revolt.

Imo. My Lord, I fear,

Has forgot Britaine.

Iach. And himself.

Not I,

Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce

The beggary of his change; but 'tis your graces,
That from my muteft confcience, to my tongue,
Charms this report out.

Imo. Let me hear no more.

Iach. O dearest foul! your caufe doth ftrike my heart With pity, that doth make me fick. A Lady

So fair, and faften'd to an empery,

Would make the great'ft King double! to be partner'd With tomboys, hir'd with that felf-exhibition

Which your own coffers yield!-with difeas'd ventures,
That play with all infirmities for gold,

Which rottennefs lends nature! such boyl'd stuff,
As well might poifon Poifon! Be reveng'd;

Or

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