Cor. Your highness Shall from this practice but make hard your heart; Besides, the feeing these effects will be Both noysome and infectious. Enter Pifanio. Here comes a flatt'ring rascal, upon him Cor. I do fufpect you, madam. But you shall do no harm. Queen. Hark thee a word. Cor. I do not like her. She doth think she has Strange ling'ring poisons; I do know her spirit, And will not trust one of her malice with Which first perchance she'll prove on cats and dogs, No danger in what fhew of death it makes, Queen. No further service, doctor, Until I fend for thee. Cor. I humbly take my leave. [afiae. [afide. [To Pifanio. [Exit. Queen. Weeps the ftill, fay'ft thou? doft thou think in time She will not quench, and let instructions enter Where folly now poffeffes? do thou work; When thou shalt bring me word she loves my son, I'll tell thee on the inftant, thou art then [Pifanio looking on the viol. That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how As thou'lt defire; and then my felf, I chiefly [Exit Pila. Enter Enter Pifanio, and Ladies. So, fo; well done, well done; Pif. And fhall do: [Ex. Queen and ladies. But when to my good lord I prove untrue, Imo. A SCENE VIII. Enter Imogen alone. Father cruel, and a stepdame false, Pis. Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome Imo. Thanks, good Sir, You're kindly welcome. Iach. All of her, that is out of door, moft rich! If fhe be furnish'd with a mind fo rare, [Exit. [afide. She She is alone th' Arabian bird; and I Imogen reads. He is one of the nobleft note, to whose kindnesses I am most infinitely tyed. Reflect upon him accordingly, as you value your truft. 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 fo In all that I can do. Iach. Thanks, fairest lady. What, are men mad? hath nature given them eyes 'Twixt fair and foul? Imo. What makes your admiration? Leonatus. lach. It cannot be i'th' eye; for apes, and monkeys, Imo. What is the matter trow? lach. The cloyed will, That fatiate, yet unfatisfy'd defire, that tub Both fill'd and running: ravening first the lamb, Imo. What, dear Sir, Thus raps you? are you well? lach. Thanks, madam, well ---- Beseech you, Sir, [To Pifanio. Defire my man's abode, where I did leave him; He's strange and peevish. Pif. I was going, Sir, To give him welcome. Imo. Continues well my lord? His health, beseech you? lach. Well, madam. Imo. Is he difpos'd to mirth? I hope he is. Iach. Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there. So merry, and fo gamefome; he is call'd The Britain reveller. 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 fides from him; whiles the jolly Britain, (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 Imo. |