The Tragedy of Cymbeline.Qu.Pray walke a‑while.Imo.About some halfe houre hence,Pray you speake with me;You shall (at least) go see my Lord aboord.
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For this time leaue me.Exeunt.
Scena Tertia.
[Act 1, Scene 2]
Enter Clotten, and two Lords.1.
Sir, I would aduise you to shift a Shirt; the Vio
lence of Action hath made you reek as a Sacrifice: where
ayre comes out, ayre comes in: There's none abroad so
wholesome as that you vent.
Clot.
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If my Shirt were bloody, then to shift it.Haue I hurt him?2
No faith: not so much as his patience.
1
Hurt him? His bodie's a passable Carkasse if he bee
not hurt. It is a through‑fare for Steele if it be not hurt.
2
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His Steele was in debt, it went o'th'Backe‑side the
Towne.
Clot.
The Villaine would not stand me.
2
No, but he fled forward still, toward your face.
1
Stand you? you haue Land enough of your owne:
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But he added to your hauing, gaue you some ground.
2
As many Inches, as you haue Oceans (Puppies.)
Clot.
I would they had not come betweene vs.
2
So would I, till you had measur'd how long a Foole
you were vpon the ground.
Clot.
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And that shee should loue this Fellow, and re
fuse mee.
2
If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damn'd.
1
Sir, as I told you alwayes: her Beauty & her Braine
go not together. Shee's a good signe, but I haue seene
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small reflection of her wit.
2She shines not vpon Fooles, least the reflectionShould hurt her.Clot.
Come, Ile to my Chamber: would there had
beene some hurt done.
2
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I wish not so, vnlesse it had bin the fall of an Asse,
which is no great hurt.
Clot.
You'l go with vs?
1
Ile attend your Lordship.
Clot.
Nay come, let's go together.
2
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Well my Lord.
Exeunt.
[Act 1, Scene 3]
Scena Quarta.
Enter Imogen and Pisanio.Imo.I would thou grew'st vnto the shores o'th'Hauen,And questioned'st euery Saile: if he should write,And I not haue it, 'twere a Paper lostAs offer'd mercy is: What was the last
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That he spake to thee?Pisa.It was his Queene, his Queene.Imo.Then wau'd his Handkerchiefe?Pisa.And kist it, Madam.Imo.Senselesse Linnen, happier therein then I:
As he could make me with his eye, or eare,Distinguish him from others, he did keepeThe Decke, with Gloue, or Hat, or Handkerchife,
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Still wauing, as the fits and stirres of's mindCould best expresse how slow his Soule sayl'd on,How swift his Ship.Imo.Thou should'st haue made himAs little as a Crow, or lesse, ere left
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To after‑eye him.Pisa.Madam, so I did.Imo.I would haue broke mine eye‑strings;Crack'd them, but to looke vpon him, till the diminutionOf space, had pointed him sharpe as my Needle:
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Nay, followed him, till he had melted fromThe smalnesse of a Gnat, to ayre: and thenHaue turn'd mine eye, and wept. But good
Pisanio,
When shall we heare from him.Pisa.Be assur'd Madam,
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With his next vantage.Imo.I did not take my leaue of him, but hadMost pretty things to say: Ere I could tell himHow I would thinke on him at certaine houres,Such thoughts, and such: Or I could make him sweare,
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The Shees of Italy should not betrayMine Interest, and his Honour: or haue charg'd himAt the sixt houre of Morne, at Noone, at Midnight,T'encounter me with Orisons; for thenI am in Heauen for him: Or ere I could,
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Giue him that parting kisse, which I had setBetwixt two charming words, comes in my Father,And like the Tyrannous breathing of the North,Shakes all our buddes from growing.Enter a Lady.La.The Queene (Madam)
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Desires your Highnesse Company.Imo.Those things I bid you do, get them dispatch'd,I will attend the Queene.Pisa.Madam, I shall.Exeunt.
Scena Quinta.
[Act 1, Scene 4]
Enter Philario, Iachimo: a Frenchman, a Dutch
man, and a Spaniard.
Iach.
Beleeue it Sir, I haue seene him in Britaine; hee
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was then of a Cressent note, expected to proue so woor
thy, as since he hath beene allowed the name of. But I
could then haue look'd on him, without the help of Ad
miration, though the Catalogue of his endowments had
bin tabled by his side, and I to peruse him by Items.
Phil.
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You speake of him when he was lesse furnish'd,
then now hee is, with that which makes him both with
out, and within.
French.
I haue seene him in France: wee had very ma
ny there, could behold the Sunne, with as firme eyes as
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hee.
Iach.
This matter of marrying his Kings Daughter,
wherein he must be weighed rather by her valew, then
his owne, words him (I doubt not) a great deale from the
matter.
French.
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And then his banishment.
Iach.
I, and the approbation of those that weepe this
lamentable diuorce vnder her colours, are wonderfully
to
Scena Sexta.
[Act 1, Scene 5]
Enter Queene, Ladies, and Cornelius.Qu.
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Whiles yet the dewe's on ground,Gather those Flowers,Make haste. Who ha's the note of them?Lady.I Madam.Queen.Dispatch.Exit Ladies.
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Now Master Doctor, haue you brought those drugges?Cor.Pleaseth your Highnes, I: here they are, Madam:But I beseech your Grace, without offence(My Conscience bids me aske) wherefore you haueCommanded of me these most poysonous Compounds,
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Which are the moouers of a languishing death:But though slow, deadly.Qu.I wonder, Doctor,Thou ask'st me such a Question: Haue I not beneThy Pupill long? Hast thou not learn'd me how
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To make Perfumes? Distill? Preserue? Yea so,That our great King himselfe doth woo me oftFor my Confections? Hauing thus farre proceeded,(Vnlesse thou think'st me diuellish) is't not meeteThat I did amplifie my iudgement in
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Other Conclusions? I will try the forcesOf these thy Compounds, on such Creatures asWe count not worth the hanging (but none humane)To try the vigour of them, and applyAllayments to their Act, and by them gather
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Their seuerall vertues, and effects.Cor.Your HighnesseShall from this practise, but make hard your heart:Besides, the seeing these effects will beBoth noysome, and infectious.Qu.
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O content thee.Enter Pisanio.Heere comes a flattering Rascall, vpon himWill I first worke: Hee's for his Master,And enemy to my Sonne. How now
Pisanio?
Doctor, your seruice for this time is ended,
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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
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Strange ling'ring poysons: I do know her spirit,And will not trust one of her malice, withA 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,
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Then afterward vp higher: but there isNo 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'dWith a most false effect: and I, the truer,
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So to be false with her.Qu.No further seruice, Doctor,Vntill I send for thee.Cor.I humbly take my leaue.Exit.Qu.Weepes she still (saist thou?)
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Dost thou thinke in timeShe will not quench, and let instructions enterWhere 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
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As great as is thy Master: Greater, forHis Fortunes all lye speechlesse, and his nameIs at last gaspe. Returne he cannot, norContinue where he is: To shift his being,Is to exchange one misery with another,
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And euery day that comes, comes to decayA dayes worke in him. What shalt thou expectTo be depender on a thing that leanes?Who cannot be new built, nor ha's no FriendsSo much, as but to prop him? Thou tak'st vp
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Thou know'st not what: But take it for thy labour,It is a thing I made, which hath the KingFiue times redeem'd from death. I do not knowWhat is more Cordiall. Nay, I prythee take it,It is an earnest of a farther good
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That I meane to thee. Tell thy Mistris howThe case stands with her: doo't, as from thy selfe;Thinke what a chance thou changest on, but thinkeThou hast thy Mistris still, to boote, my Sonne,Who shall take notice of thee. Ile moue the King
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To any shape of thy Preferment, suchAs thou'lt desire: and then my selfe, I cheefely,That set thee on to this desert, am boundTo loade thy merit richly. Call my women.Exit Pisa.Thinke on my words. A slye, and constant knaue,
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Not to be shak'd: the Agent for his Master,And the Remembrancer of her, to holdThe hand‑fast to her Lord. I haue giuen him that,Which if he take, shall quite vnpeople herOf Leidgers for her Sweete: and which, she after
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Except she bend her humor, shall be assur'dTo taste of too.Enter Pisanio, and Ladies.So, so: Well done, well done:The Violets, Cowslippes, and the Prime‑RosesBeare to my Closset: Fare thee well,
Pisanio.
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Thinke on my words.Exit Qu. and LadiesPisa.And shall do:But when to my good Lord, I proue vntrue,Ile choake my selfe: there's all Ile do for you.Exit.
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