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Cym. O thou vile one!
Imo. Almost, Sir; heav'n restore me: would I were
Cym. Nay let her languish
Pif. My lord your son, drew on my master.
Pif. There might have been,
By gentlemen at hand.
Queen. I'm very glad on’t.
Imo. Your son's my father's friend, he takes his part,
Pif. On his command; he would not suffer me
Queen. This hath been
Pif. I humbly thank your highnefs.
my lord aboard. For this time leave me. ---
Enter Cloten, and two Lord's. i Lord.
IR, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the violence
of action hath made you reek as a sacrifice. Where air comes out, air comes in: there's none abroad so wholsome as that you vent.
Clot. If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it Have I hurt him ?
2 Lord. No faith: not so much as his patience.
i Lord. Hurt him his body's a passable carkass if he be not hurt. It is a thorough-fare for steel if it be not hurt.
2 Lord. His steel was in debt, it went o’th' back-side the town.
face. i Lord. Stand you? you have land enough of your own; but he added to your having, gave you some ground.
2 Lord. As many inches as you have oceans, puppies ! [afide. Clot. I would they had not come between us.
2 Lord. So would I, 'till you had measur'd how long a fool you were upon the ground.
[aside. Clot. And that she should love this fellow, and refuse me! 2 Lord. If it be a fin to make a true election, The's damo'd.
(a fide. i Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain go not together. She's a good sign, but I have seen small reAlection of her wit.
2 Lord. She shines not upon fools, left the reflection should hurt her.
[afide. Clot. Come, I'll to my chamber : would there had been some hurt done!
2 Lord. I wish not fo; unless it had been the fall of an ass, which is no great hurt.
(afide. Clot. You'll go with us ? i Lord. I'll attend your Lordship. Clot. Nay come, let's go together. 2 Lord. Well, my lord.
Enter Imogen, and Pifanio.
And questioned'st every fail: if he should write,
As offer'd mercy is.
What was the last
Pif. 'Twas, His queen, his queen!
Imo. Senseless linnen, happier therein than I:
Pif. No, madam ; for so long
Imo. Thou should'It have made him
Pif. Madam, so I did.
Imo. I would have broke mine eye-strings; crackt’em, but “ To look upon him; 'till the diminution · Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle; • Nay followd him, 'till he had melted fronı · The smallness of a gnat, to air; and then • Have turn’d mine eye, and wept ---- but, good Pisanio, When shall we hear from him?
Pif. Be assur’d, madam, With his next vantage.
Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had
pretty things to say: ere I could tell him
At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight,
Enter a Lady.
Imo. Those things I bid you do, get them dispatch’d.
S CE N E VI.
R O M E.
Enter Philario, Iachimo, and a French man.
than but crescent, none expected him to prove so
Phil. You speak of him when he was less furnish'd than now
French. I have seen him in France; we had very many there could behold the sun with as firm eyes as he.
lach. This matter of marrying his king's daughter, (wherein he must be weighed rather by her value, than his own) words him, I doubt not, a great deal from the matter.