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Who shall take notice of thee. I'll move the King
To any shape of thy preferment, such
As thoa’lt desire; and then myself, I chiefly,
That set thee on to this desert, am bound
To load thy merit richly. Call my women.

[Exit Pifa.
Think on my words A fly and constant knave,
Not to be shak'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, shall quite unpeople her
Of leidgers for her sweet ; and which she, after,
Except The bend her humour, shall be assur'd
To taste of too.

Enter Pisanio, and Ladies. So, so; well done, well done ; The violets, cowslips, and the primroses, Bear to my closet ; fare thee well, Pisanio, Think on my words. [Exeunt Queen and Ladies.

Pis. And shall do:
But when to my good Lord I prove untrue,
I'll choak myself; there's all I'll do for you. [Exit.
SCEN E changes to Imogen's Apartments.

Enter Imogen alone.
Imo. Father cruel, and a Stepdame false,

A foolish suitor to a wedded lady,
That hath her husband banish'd- -O, that husband !
My supream crown of grief, and those repeated
Vexations of it- Had I been thief. ftoln,
As my two brothers, happy! but most miserable
Is the desire, that's glorious. Bless'd be those,
How mean foe'er, that have their honest wills,

Think what a Change thou chancest on, i. e. if you will fall into my Measures, do but think how you will chance to change your Fortunes for the better, in the Consequences that will attend your Compliance.


Which seasons comfort. Who may this be? fie!

Enter Pisanio, and Iachimo.
Pif. Madam, a noble Gentleman of Rome
Comes from my Lord with letters.

lach. Change you, Madam?
The worthy Leonatus is in safety,
And greets your Highness dearly.

Imo. Thanks, good Sir,
You're kindly welcome.

lach. All of her, that is out of door, most rich!
If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare,

She is alone th' 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 fiy.

Imogen reads.
He is one of the noblest note, to whose kindnefes I am
most infinitely tyed. Reflect upon him accordingly, as you
value your truft.

So far I read aloud :
But even the

middle of


Is warm'd by th' rest, 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.

lach. Thanks, fairest Lady
What! are men mad? hath nature given them eyes
To see 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

and the twinn'd Stones
Upon the number'd Beach.] I have no Idea, in what Sense
the Beach, or Shore, lould be calld number'd. I have ven-
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Partition make with spectacles so precious
'Twixt fair and foul ?
Imo. What makes


admiration ? lach. 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 case of favour, would Be wisely definite :) Nor i'ch' appetite: (Slutt'ry, to such neat excellence oppos’d, Should make desire vomit emptinefs, Not so allur'd to feed.)

Imo. What is the matter, trow?

lach. The cloyed will,
That satiate, yet unsatisfy'd defire,. (that tub,
Both filled and running;) ravening firft the lamb,
Longs after for the garbage-

Imo. What, dear Sir,
Thus raps you? are you well ?

lach. Thanks, Madam, well—'Befeech you, Sir,

[ To Pisanie.

Defire my man's abode, where I did leave him ;
He's strange, and peevith.

Pil. I was going, Sir,
To give him welcome.

Imo. Continues well my Lord
His health, '

lach. Well, Madam.
Imo. Is he dispos’d to mirth? I hope, he is.

lach. Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there
So merry, and so gamesome; he is call'd
The Britaine Reveller.,

Upon th'unnumber'd Beach. i. e, the infinite, extensive Beach, if we are to understand ib: Epithet as coupled co That Word. But, I rather think, the Poet intended an Hypallage, like that in the Beginning of Ovid's Metamorphoses:

(In nova fori Animss muratas dicere formas

And then we are to understand the Passage thus; and the infinite
Number of swinn'd stones upon the Beach,

Imo. When he was here,
He did incline to sadness, and oft times
Not knowing why.

lach. I never saw 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 sighs from him; whiles the jolly Briton, (Your Lord, I mean,) laughes from's free lungs, cries

Oh !

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 assur'd bondage ?

Imo. Will my Lord say so?

lacb. 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 hin

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

Imo. What do you pity, Sir ?
lach. Two creatures heartily.

Imo. Am I one, Sir ?
You look on me ; what wreck discern

you Deserves your pity ?

Iach. Lamentable! what!
To hide me from a radiant fun, and forace
I'th' dungon by a snuff?

Imo. I pray you, Sir,
Deliver with more openness your answers
To my demands. Why do you pity me!

lach. That others do,
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It is an office of the Gods to venge it,
Not mine to speak on't. :

Imo. You do seem to know
Something of me, or what concerns me; pray you,
(Since doubting things go ill, often hurts more
Than to be sure they do; for certainties
Or are past remedies, or timely knowing,
The remedy then born ;) discover to me
What both you fpur and stop.

lach. Had I this cheek
To bath my lips upon ; this hand, whose touch,
Whose ev'ry touch would force the feeler's soul
To th' oath of loyalty; this object, which
Takes pris'ner the wild motion of mine eye,
Fixing it only here; should 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 myself by peeping in an eye,
Base and unlustrous as the smoaky light
That's fed with stinking tallow; it were fit,
That all the plagues of hell should at one time
Encounter such revolt.

Imo. My Lord, I fear,
Has forgot Britaine.

lach. And himself. Not I,
Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce
The beggary of his change; but 'tis your graces,
That from my muteft conscience, to my tongue,
Charms this report out.

Imo. Let me hear no more.
lach. O dearen foul! your cause doth strike my heart
With pity, that doth makt me fick. A Lady
So fair, and fasten'd to an empery,
Would make the great'st King double ! to be partner'd
With tomboys, hir'd with that self-exhibition
Which your own coffers yield !-- with diseas'd ventures,
'That play with all infirmities for gold,
Which rottenness lends nature ! such boylid stuff,
As well might poison Poison ! Be reveng'd ;


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