Queen. Weeps she still, say'st thou ? thou think in time She will not quench and let instructions enter Do thou work : Dost When thou shalt bring me word she loves my son, I'll tell thee on the instant thou art then 50 Who cannot be new built, nor has no friends, That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how Who shall take notice of thee: I'll move the king 70 As thou 'lt desire; and then myself, I chiefly, That set thee on to this desert, am bound To load thy merit richly. Think on my words. Call my women: Exit Pisanio. 56. decay, destroy. 68. what a chance thou changest on, with what good fortune in prospect you change service. A sly and constant knave, Not to be shaked; the agent for his master And the remembrancer of her to hold The hand-fast to her lord. I have given him that Re-enter PISANIO and Ladies. So, so well done, well done: The violets, cowslips, and the primroses, Bear to my closet. Think on my words. Pis. Fare thee well, Pisanio; [Exeunt Queen and Ladies. But when to my good lord I prove untrue, I'll choke myself: there's all I'll do for you. [Exit. 80 SCENE VI. The same. Another room in the palace. Enter IMOGEN. Imo. A father cruel, and a step-dame false; A foolish suitor to a wedded lady, That hath her husband banish'd;-O, that hus- My supreme crown of grief! and those repeated As my two brothers, happy! but most miserable 78. hand-fast, marriage engagement. 80. liegers, 'resident am bassadors,' agents, advocates. 7. glorious, bent on glory. How mean soe'er, that have their honest wills, Which seasons comfort. Who may this be? Fie! Enter PISANIO and IACHIMO. Pis. Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome, Comes from my lord with letters. Iach. [Aside] All of her that is out of door most rich! If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare, She is alone the Arabian bird, and I Have lost the wager. Boldness be my friend! Or, like the Parthian, I shall flying fight; Imo. [Reads] 'He is one of the noblest note, trust So far I read aloud: But even the very middle of my heart Is warm'd by the rest, and takes it thankfully. Have words to bid you, and shall find it so Iach. Thanks, fairest lady. 9. Which, i.e. to have their wills. 9. seasons comfort, give zest to happiness. II. Change, change colour. 17. the Arabian bird, the VOL. IV 145 Phoenix. 20 30 25. trust; she breaks off abruptly without reading 'the rest' aloud. The dash indicating this was substituted for the period of the Ff by Boswell. L What, are men mad? Hath nature given them eyes To see this vaulted arch, and the rich crop Imo. What makes your admiration? Iach. It cannot be i' the eye, for apes and monkeys 'Twixt two such shes would chatter this way and Contemn with mows the other; nor i' the judge ment, For idiots in this case of favour would Imo. What is the matter, trow? The cloyed will, That satiate yet unsatisfied desire, that tub Both filled and running, ravening first the lamb Longs after for the garbage. Imo. Thus raps you? Are 40 33. crop, teeming expanse. 35. twinn'd, indistinguishably similar. 36. number'd, made up of a host of small parts (pebbles). Cf. the pebbled shore,' Sonn. Theobald conjectured un 1x. number'd. 37. Partition make, distinguish. 37. spectacles, organs of vision. 38. admiration, wonder. 40. shes, women. ib. chatter this way, show their preference for one by chattering in her direction. 42. case of favour, question of relative beauty. 44, 45. Sluttishness, when confronted with such absolute excellence, would excite qualms of loathing in Lust itself. 47. trow, I wonder. 51. raps you, transports you. Iach. Thanks, madam; well. [To Pisanio] Beseech you, sir, desire My man's abode where I did leave him he Is strange and peevish. Pis. To give him welcome. : I was going, sir, [Exit. Imo. Continues well my lord? His health, beseech you? Iach. Well, madam. Imo. Is he disposed to mirth? I hope he is. Iach. Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there So merry and so gamesome: he is call'd The Briton reveller. Imo. When he was here, He did incline to sadness, and oft-times Iach. I never saw him sad. There is a Frenchman his companion, one An eminent monsieur, that, it seems, much loves The thick sighs from him, whiles the jolly Briton- What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose Imo. Will my lord say so? Iach. Ay, madam, with his eyes in flood with laughter: It is a recreation to be by And hear him mock the Frenchman. 60 70 But, heavens know, 52. desire my man's abode, bid my servant stay. (like fire). 66. furnaces, belches forth 70. proof, experience. |