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lach. By the Gods it is one. If I bring you not fufficient teftimony that I have enjoy'd the deareft bodily part of your mistress, my ten thousand ducats are yours: so is your diamond too; if I come off, and leave her in fuch honour as you have trust in, the your jewel, this your jewel, and my gold are yours; provided, I have your commendation, for my more free entertainment.
Poft. 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 prevaild, I am no further your enemy, she is not worth our debate. If the remain unseduc'd, you not making it appear otherwise ; for your ill opinion, and th’assault you have made to her chastity, you shall answer me with your fword.
lach. Your hand, a covenant; we will have thefe things set down by lawful counsel, and straight away for Britaine, left the bargain should catch cold, and starve. I will fetch my gold, and have our two wagers recorded. Poft. Agreed.
[Exeunt Pofth. and Iachimo. French. Will this hold, think you?
Phil. Signior Iachimo will not from it. Pray, let us follow 'em.
SCENE changes to Cymbeline's Palace in
Enter Queen, Ladies, and Cornelius with a Phial.
THILE yet the dew's on ground, gather
those flowers :
i Lady. I, Madam.
[Exeunt Ladies. Now, master Doctor, you have brought those drugs? Cor. Pleaseth your Highness, ay; here they are,
Madam ; But I beseech your Grace, without offence, (My conscience bids me ask) wherefore you have Commanded of me these most pois nous compounds ? 4
Which are the movers of a languishing death;
Queen. I do wonder, Doctor,
Cor. Your Highness
[Afide. shall do no harm. Queen. Hark thee, a word.
A drug of such damn’d nature. Those, she has,
To be more fresh, reviving. She is fool'd
Queen. No further service, Doctor, ,
[Exit. Queen. Weeps she still, fay'lt thou ? dok thou think,
fortunes all lie speechless, and his name Is at last gasp. Return he cannot, nor Continue
where he is : Thift his Being,
What shalt thou expect,
[Pisanio looking on the Phia!.
(5) Think what a chance thou chancest on; -] I hardly thirik, our Author would have exprefs'd himself thus badly, on no Necethty. Both the old Folio's read,
Think what a Chance thou changest on, But I suspect, there is ftill a fight Error made by the first Tran. fcriber. I imagine, the Poet wrote; VOL. VII.
Who shall take notice of thee. I'll move the King
Think on my words A fly and constant knave,
Enter Pisanio, and Ladies.
Pif. And shall do:
SCEN E changes to Imogen's Apartments.
Enter Imogen alone.
A to a
Think what a Change thou chanceft on, i. e. if you will fall into my Mcasures, do but think how you will chance to change your Fortines for the better, in the Consequences that will attend your Compliance.
Which seasons comfort. Who may this be ? fy!
Enter Pifanio, and Iachimo.
Pif. Madam, a noble Gentleman of Rome Comes from
Lord with letters. Iach. Change you, Madam ? The worthy Leonatus is in safety, And greets your Highness dearly.
Imo. Thanks, good Sir, You're kindly welcome.
Iach. All of her, that is out of door, moft rich! If she be furnish'd with a mind fo rare,
[Alide. She is alone th’ Arabian bird ; and I Have loit the wager.
Boldness be my friend!
Imogen reads. He is one of the nobleft note, to whose kindnefjes I am most infinitely tied. Reflect upon him accordingly, as jou value your truft.
Iach. Thanks, fairest Lady
and the twinn'd Stones Upon the number'd Beach.] I have no Idea, in what Sense the Beach, or Shore, should be called number'd. I have ventured, against all the Copies, to substitute.