prevailed, I am no further your enemy; she is not worth our debate: if she remain unseduced (you not making it appear otherwise), for your ill opinion, and the assault you have made to her chastity, you shall answer me with your sword.

Iach. Your hand; a covenant. We will have these things set down by lawful counsel, and straight away for Britain, lest the bargain should catch cold and starve. I will fetch my gold, and have our two wagers recorded.

Thou ask'st me such a question. Have I not been
Thy pupil long? hast thou not learned me how
To make perfumes; distil; preserve? yea, so
That our great king himself doth woo me oft
For my confections? Having thus far proceeded
(Unless thou think'st me devilish), is 't not meet
That I did amplify my judgment in
Other conclusions? I will try the forces
Of these thy compounds on such creatures as
We count not worth the hanging (but none human),
To try the vigor of them, and apply

Strange lingering poisons: I do know her spirit,
And will not trust one of her malice with
A drug of such damned nature: those she has
Will stupify and dull the sense awhile:
Which first, perchance, she 'll prove on cats and
dogs;

Then afterward up higher; but there is
No danger in what show of death it makes,
More than the locking up the spirits a time,
To be more fresh, reviving. She is fooled
With a most false effect; and I the truer,
So to be false with her.

No further service, doctor,

Queen. Until I send for thee. Cor.

I humbly take my leave.

[Exit.

Queen. Weeps she still, say'st thou? Dost thou

think in time

She will not quench, and let instructions enter
Where folly now possesses? Do thou work:
When thou shalt bring me word she loves my son,
I'll tell thee, on the instant, thou art then
As great as is thy master: greater; for
His fortunes all lie speechless, and his name
Is at last gasp.
Return he cannot, nor
Continue where he is: to shift his being,
Is to exchange one misery with another;
And every day that comes, comes to decay
A day's work in him. What shalt thou expect,
To be depender on a thing that leans?

Who cannot be new built, nor has no friends,
[The QUEEN drops a box: PISANIO takes it up.
So much as but to prop him? - Thou tak'st up
Thou know'st not what; but take it for thy labor :
It is a thing I made, which hath the king
Five times redeemed from death: I do not know

What is more cordial. Nay, I pr'y thee take it;
It is an earnest of a further good

That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how
The case stands with her; do't as from thyself.
Think what a chance thou changest on; but think
Thou hast thy mistress still; to boot, my son,
Who shall take notice of thee. I'll move the
king

To any shape of thy preferment, such

As thou 'It desire; and then myself, — I chiefly, That set thee on to this desert, -am bound

To load thy merit richly. Call my women:
Think on my words. [Exit PISANIO.]-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,
Which, if he take, shall quite unpeople her
Of liegers for her sweet; and which she, after,
Except she bend her humor, shall be assured

Re-enter PISANIO and Ladies.

To taste of too. 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.
And shall do:

Pisa.

But when to my good lord I prove untrue, I'll choke myself: there's all I'll do for you.

[Exit.

SCENE VII. Another Room in the same.

Enter IMOGEN.

Imo. A father cruel, and a stepdame false; A foolish suitor to a wedded lady,

That hath her husband banished. -O that husband!

My súpreme crown of grief! and those repeated Vexations of it! Had I been thief-stolen,

As my two brothers, happy! but most miserable

By history, report, or his own proof,

What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose

But must be, - will his free hours languish for Assuréd bondage!"

Imo. Will my lord say SO ?

Made hard with hourly falsehood (falsehood as
With labor); then by peeping in an eye
Base and illustrious as the smoky light

That's fed with stinking tallow; it were fit
That all the plagues of hell should at one time

I crossed the seas on purpose, and on promise,

To see your grace.

Imo.

I thank you for your pains;

But not away to-morrow?

SCENE I.-Court before CYMBELINE's Palace.

Enter CLOTEN and two Lords.

Clo. Was there ever man had such luck! when I kissed the jack upon an up-cast, to be hit away y! I had an hundred pound on 't: and then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure.

1st Lord. What got he by that? —you have broke his pate with your bowl.

2nd Lord. If his wit had been like him that broke it, it would have ran all out.

[Aside. Clo. When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths: ha?

Clo. No, I know that; but it is fit I should commit offense to my inferiors.

2nd Lord. Ay, it is fit for your lordship only. Clo. Why, so I say.

1st Lord. Did you hear of a stranger that's come to court to-night?

Clo. A stranger! and I not know on 't! 2nd Lord. He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it not. [Aside. 1st Lord. There's an Italian come; and 't is thought, one of Leonatus' friends.

[Aside. Clo. I am not more vexed at anything in the earth. A pox on 't! I had rather not be so noble as I am; they dare not fight with me, because of the queen my mother: every jack-slave hath his belly full of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that nobody can match.

2nd Lord. You are a cock and capon too; and you crow, cock, with your comb on. [Aside. Clo. Sayest thou?

1st Lord. It is not fit your lordship should undertake every companion that you give offense to.

1st Lord. You cannot derogate, my lord. Clo. Not easily, I think.

2nd. Lord. You are a fool granted; therefore your issues being foolish, do not derogate. [Aside. Clo. Come, I'll go see this Italian. What I have lost to-day at bowls, I'll win to-night of him. Come, go.

2nd Lord. I'll attend your lordship.

[Exeunt CLOTEN and First Lord. That such a crafty devil as is his mother Should yield the world this ass! A woman that Bears all down with her brain; and this her son Cannot take two from twenty for his heart, And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess, Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'st!