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from this practise, but make hard your heart:

      Besides, the seeing these effects will be

      Both noysome, and infectious

         Qu. O content thee.

      Enter Pisanio.

      Heere comes a flattering Rascall, vpon him

      Will I first worke: Hee's for his Master,

      And enemy to my Sonne. How now Pisanio?

      Doctor, your seruice for this time is ended,

      Take your owne way

         Cor. I do suspect you, Madam,

      But you shall do no harme

      Qu. Hearke thee, a word

         Cor. I do not like her. She doth thinke she ha's

      Strange ling'ring poysons: I do know her spirit,

      And will not trust one of her malice, with

      A drugge of such damn'd Nature. Those she ha's,

      Will stupifie and dull the Sense a-while,

      Which first (perchance) shee'l proue on Cats and Dogs,

      Then afterward vp higher: but there is

      No danger in what shew of death it makes,

      More then the locking vp the Spirits a time,

      To be more fresh, reuiuing. She is fool'd

      With a most false effect: and I, the truer,

      So to be false with her

         Qu. No further seruice, Doctor,

      Vntill I send for thee

         Cor. I humbly take my leaue.

      Enter.

        Qu. Weepes she still (saist thou?)

      Dost thou thinke in time

      She will not quench, and let instructions enter

      Where Folly now possesses? Do thou worke:

      When thou shalt bring me word she loues my Sonne,

      Ile tell thee on the instant, thou art then

      As great as is thy Master: Greater, for

      His Fortunes all lye speechlesse, and his name

      Is at last gaspe. Returne he cannot, nor

      Continue where he is: To shift his being,

      Is to exchange one misery with another,

      And euery day that comes, comes to decay

      A dayes worke in him. What shalt thou expect

      To be depender on a thing that leanes?

      Who cannot be new built, nor ha's no Friends

      So much, as but to prop him? Thou tak'st vp

      Thou know'st not what: But take it for thy labour,

      It is a thing I made, which hath the King

      Fiue times redeem'd from death. I do not know

      What is more Cordiall. Nay, I prythee take it,

      It is an earnest of a farther good

      That I meane to thee. Tell thy Mistris how

      The case stands with her: doo't, as from thy selfe;

      Thinke what a chance thou changest on, but thinke

      Thou hast thy Mistris still, to boote, my Sonne,

      Who shall take notice of thee. Ile moue the King

      To any shape of thy Preferment, such

      As thou'lt desire: and then my selfe, I cheefely,

      That set thee on to this desert, am bound

      To loade thy merit richly. Call my women.

      Exit Pisa.

      Thinke on my words. A slye, and constant knaue,

      Not to be shak'd: the Agent for his Master,

      And the Remembrancer of her, to hold

      The hand-fast to her Lord. I haue giuen him that,

      Which if he take, shall quite vnpeople her

      Of Leidgers for her Sweete: and which, she after

      Except she bend her humor, shall be assur'd

      To taste of too.

      Enter Pisanio, and Ladies.

      So, so: Well done, well done:

      The Violets, Cowslippes, and the Prime-Roses

      Beare to my Closset: Fare thee well, Pisanio.

      Thinke on my words.

      Exit Qu. and Ladies

        Pisa. And shall do:

      But when to my good Lord, I proue vntrue,

      Ile choake my selfe: there's all Ile do for you.

      Enter.

Scena Septima

      Enter Imogen alone.

        Imo. A Father cruell, and a Stepdame false,

      A Foolish Suitor to a Wedded-Lady,

      That hath her Husband banish'd: O, that Husband,

      My supreame Crowne of griefe, and those repeated

      Vexations of it. Had I bin Theefe-stolne,

      As my two Brothers, happy: but most miserable

      Is the desires that's glorious. Blessed be those

      How meane so ere, that haue their honest wills,

      Which seasons comfort. Who may this be? Fye.

      Enter Pisanio, and Iachimo.

        Pisa. Madam, a Noble Gentleman of Rome,

      Comes from my Lord with Letters

         Iach. Change you, Madam:

      The Worthy Leonatus is in safety,

      And greetes your Highnesse deerely

         Imo. Thanks good Sir,

      You're kindly welcome

         Iach. All of her, that is out of doore, most rich:

      If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare

      She is alone th' Arabian-Bird; and I

      Haue lost the wager. Boldnesse be my Friend:

      Arme me Audacitie from head to foote,

      Or like the Parthian I shall flying fight,

      Rather directly fly

         Imogen reads. He is one of the Noblest note, to whose

      kindnesses I am

      most infinitely

      tied. Reflect vpon him accordingly, as you value your

      trust. Leonatus.

      So farre I reade aloud.

      But euen the very middle of my heart

      Is warm'd by'th' rest, and take it thankefully.

      You are as welcome (worthy Sir) as I

      Haue words to bid you, and shall finde it so

      In all that I can do

         Iach. Thankes fairest Lady:

      What are men mad? Hath Nature giuen them eyes

      To see this vaulted Arch, and the rich Crop

      Of Sea and Land, which can distinguish 'twixt

      The