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The Tragedy of Cymbeline.

so is your Diamond too: if I come off, and leaue her in

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such honour as you haue trust in; Shee your Iewell, this

your Iewell, and my Gold are yours: prouided. I haue

your commendation, for my more free entertainment.

 Post.

I embrace these Conditions, let vs haue Articles

betwixt vs: onely thus farre you shall answere, if you

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make your voyage vpon her, and giue me directly to vn­

derstand, you haue preuayl'd, I am no further your Ene­

my, shee is not worth our debate. If shee remaine vnse­

duc'd, you not making it appeare otherwise: for your ill

opinion, and th'assault you haue made to her chastity, you

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shall answer me with your Sword.

 Iach.

Your hand, a Couenant: wee will haue these

things set downe by lawfull Counsell, and straight away

for Britaine, least the Bargaine should catch colde, and

sterue: I will fetch my Gold, and haue our two Wagers

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recorded.

 Post.

Agreed.

 French.

Will this hold, thinke you.

 Phil.

Signior Iachimo will not from it.

Pray let vs follow 'em.

 Exeunt
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 haue Commanded 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 bene Thy 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 oft For my Confections? Hauing thus farre proceeded, (Vnlesse thou think'st me diuellish) is't not meete That I did amplifie my iudgement in
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Other Conclusions? I will try the forces Of these thy Compounds, on such Creatures as We count not worth the hanging (but none humane) To try the vigour of them, and apply Allayments to their Act, and by them gather
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Their seuerall vertues, and effects. Cor. Your Highnesse Shall from this practise, but make hard your heart: Besides, the seeing these effects will be Both noysome, and infectious. Qu.
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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,
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Take your owne way.

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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, 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,
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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,
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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 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
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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,
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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
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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
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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
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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,
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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
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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.
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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. Exit. Scena

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[Act 1, Scene 6] Scena Septima. Enter Imogen alone. Imo. A Father cruell, and a Stepdame false,
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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
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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.
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Change you, Madam: The Worthy Leonatus is in safety, And greetes your Highnesse deerely. Imo. Thanks good Sir, You're kindly welcome. Iach.
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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,
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Orlike the Parthian I shall flying fight, Rather directly fly. Imogen reads.

He is one of the Noblest note, to whose kindnesses I am most in­

finitely tied. Reflect vpon him accordingly, as you value your

trust.

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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
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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
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Of Sea and Land, which can distinguish 'twixt The firie Orbes aboue, and the twinn'd Stones Vpon the number'd Beach, and can we not Partition make with Spectales so pretious Twixt faire, and foule? Imo.
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What makes your admiration? Iach. It cannot be i'th'eye: for Apes, and Monkeys 'Twixt two such She's, would chatter this way, and Contemne with mowes the other. Nor i'th'iudgment: For Idiots in this case of fauour, would
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Be wisely definit: Nor i'th'Appetite. Sluttery to such neate Excellence, oppos'd Should make desire vomit emptinesse, Not so allur 'd to feed. Imo. What is the matter trow ? Iach.
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The Cloyed will: That satiate yet vnsatisfi'd desire, that Tub Both fill'd and running: Rauening first the Lambe, Longs after for the Garbage. Imo. What, deere Sir,
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Thus rap's you? Are you well? Iach. Thanks Madam well: Beseech you Sir, Desire my Man's abode, where I did leaue him: He's strange and peeuish. Pisa. I was going Sir,
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To giue him welcome. Exit. Imo. Continues well my Lord? His health beseech you? Iach. Well, Madam. Imo. Is he dispos'd to mirth? I hope he is. Iach.
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Exceeding pleasant: none a stranger there, So merry, and so gamesome: he is call'd The Britaine Reueller. Imo. When he was heere He did incline to sadnesse, and oft times
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Not knowi ng why. Iach. I neuer saw him sad. There is a Frenchman his Companion, one An eminent Monsieur, that it seemes much loues A Gallian‑Girle at home. He furnaces
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The thicke sighes from him; whiles the iolly Britaine, (Your Lord I meane) laughes from's free lungs: cries oh, Can my sides hold, to think that man who knowes By History, Report, or his owne proofe What woman is, yea what she cannot choose
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But must be: will's free houres languish: For assured bondage? Imo. Will my Lord say so? Iach. I Madam, with his eyes in flood with laughter, It is a Recreation to be by
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And heare him mocke the Frenchman: But Heauen's know some men are much too blame. Imo. Not he I hope. Iach. Not he: But yet Heauen's bounty towards him, might
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Be vs'd more thankfully. In himselfe 'tis much; In you, which I account his beyond all Talents. Whil'st I am bound to wonder, I am bound To pitty too. Imo. What do you pitty Sir? Iach.
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Two Creatures heartyly. Imo. Am I one Sir? You looke on me: what wrack discerne you in me Deserues your pitty? Iach. Lamentable: what
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To hide me from the radiant Sun, and solace I'th'Dungeon by a Snuffe. Imo. I pray you Sir, Deliuer with more opennesse your answeres To my demands. Why do you pitty me? Iach.
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That others do, (I was about to say) enioy your ⸺but It is an office of the Gods to venge it, Not mine to speake on't. Imo. You do seeme to know
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Something of me, or what concernes me; pray you Since doubting things go ill, often hurts more Then to be sure they do. For Certainties Either are past remedies; or timely knowing, The remedy then borne. Discouer to me
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What both you spur and stop. Iach' Had I this cheeke To bathe my lips vpon: this hand, whose touch, (Whose euery touch) would force the Feelers soule To'th'oath of loyalty. This obiect, which
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Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye, Fiering it onely heere, should I (damn'd then) Slauuer with lippes as common as the stayres That mount the Capitoll: Ioyne gripes, with hands Made hard with hourely falshood (falshood as
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With labour:) then by peeping in an eye Base and illustrious as the smoakie light That's fed with stinking Tallow: it were fit That all the plagues of Hell should at one time Encounter such reuolt. Imo.
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My Lord, I feare Has forgot Brittaine. Iach. And himselfe, not I Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce The Beggery of his change: but 'tis your Graces
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That from my mu est Conscience, to my tongue, Charmes this report out. Imo. Let me heare no more. Iach. O deerest Soule: your Cause doth strike my hart With pitty, that doth make me sicke. A Lady
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So faire, and fasten'd to an Emperie Would make the great'st King double, to be partner'd With Tomboyes hyr'd, with that selfe exhibition Which your owne Coffers yeeld: with diseas'd ventures That play with all Infirmities for Gold,
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Which rottennesse can lend Nature. Such boyl'd stuffe As well might poyson Poyson. Be reueng'd, Or she that bore you, was no Queene, and you Recoyle from your great Stocke. Imo. Reueng'd:
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How should I be reueng'd? If this be true, (As I haue such a Heart, that both mine eares Must not in haste abuse) if it be true, How should I be reueng'd? Iach. Should he make me
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Liue like Diana's Priest, betwixt cold sheets, Whiles he is vaulting variable Rampes In your despight, vpon your purse: reuenge it. I dedicate my selfe to your sweet pleasure, More Noble then that runnagate to your bed,
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And will continue fast to your Affection, Still close, as sure. Imo. What hoa, Pisanio? Iach. Let me my seruice tender on your lippes. Imo. Away, I do condemne mine eares, that haue
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So long attended thee. If thou wert Honourable Thou would'st haue told this tale for Vertue, not For such an end thou seek'st, as base, as strange: Thou wrong'st a Gentleman, who is as farre From thy report, as thou from Honor: and
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Solicites heere a Lady, that disdaines Thee, and the Diuell alike. What hoa, Pisanio? The King my Father shall be made acquainted Of thy Assault: if he shall thinke it fit, A sawcy Stranger in his Court, to Mart
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As in a Romish Stew, and to expound His beastly minde to vs; he hath a Court He little cares for, and a Daughter, who He not respects at all. What hoa, Pisanio? Iach. O happy Leonatus I may say,
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The credit that thy Lady hath of thee Deserues thy trust, and thy most perfect goodnesse Her assur'd credit. Blessed liue you long, A Lady to the worthiest Sir, that euer Country call'd his; and you his Mistris, onely
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For the most worthiest fit. Giue me your pardon, I haue spoke this to know if your Affiance Were deeply rooted, and shall make your Lord, That which he is, new o're: And he is one The truest manner'd: such a holy Witch,
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That he enchants Societies into him: Halfe all men hearts are his. Imo. You make amends. Iach. He sits 'mongst men, like a defended God; He hath a kinde of Honor sets him off,
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More then a mortall seeming. Be not angrie (Most mighty Princesse) that I haue aduentur'd To try your taking of a false report, which hath Honour'd with confirmation your great Iudgement, In the election of a Sir, so rare,
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Which you know, cannot erre. The loue I beare him, Made me to fan you thus, but the Gods made you (Vnlike all others) chaffelesse. Pray your pardon. Imo. All's well Sir: Take my powre i'th'Court for yours. Iach.
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My humble thankes: I had almost forgot T'intreat your Grace, but in a small request, And yet of moment too, for it concernes: Your Lord, my selfe, and other Noble Friends Are partners in the businesse. Imo.
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Pray what is't? Iach. Some dozen Romanes of vs, and your Lord (The best Feather of our wing) haue mingled summes To buy a Present for the Emperor: Which I (the Factor for the rest) haue done
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In France: 'tis Plate of rare deuice, and Iewels Of rich, and exquisite forme, their valewes great, And I am something curious, being strange To haue them in safe stowage: May it please you To take them in protection. Imo.
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Willingly: And pawne mine Honor for their safety, since My Lord hath interest in them, I will keepe them In my Bed‑chamber. Iach. They are in a Trunke
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Attended by my men: I will make bold To send them to you, onely for this night: I must aboord to morrow. Imo. O no, no. Iach. Yes I beseech: or I shall short my word
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By length'ning my returne. From Gallia, I crost the Seas on purpose, and on promise To see your Grace. Imo. I thanke you for your paines: But not away to morrow. Iach.
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O I must Madam. Therefore I shall beseech you, if you please To greet your Lord with writing, doo't to night, I haue out‑stood my time, which is materiall To'th'tender of our Present. Imo.
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I will write: Send your Trunke to me, it shall safe be kept, And truely yeelded you: you're very welcome. Exeunt.
 

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   <head rend="italic center">Scena Septima.</head>
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      <l n="572">My supreame Crowne of griefe, and those repeated</l>
      <l n="573">Vexations of it. Had I bin Theefe‑stolne,</l>
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      <l n="575">Is the desires that's glorious. Blessed be those</l>
      <l n="576">How meane so ere, that haue their honest wills,</l>
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      <l n="590">Orlike the Parthian I shall flying fight,</l>
      <l n="591">Rather directly fly.</l>
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      <l n="610">What makes your admiration?</l>
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      <l n="611">It cannot be i'th'eye: for Apes, and Monkeys</l>
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      <l n="631">Continues well my Lord?</l>
      <l n="632">His health beseech you?</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
      <l n="641">I neuer saw him sad.</l>
      <l n="642">There is a Frenchman his Companion, one</l>
      <l n="643">An eminent Monsieur, that it seemes much loues</l>
      <l n="644">A Gallian‑Girle at home. He furnaces</l>
      <l n="645">The thicke sighes from him; whiles the iolly Britaine,</l>
      <l n="646">(Your Lord I meane) laughes from's free lungs: cries oh,</l>
      <l n="647">Can my sides hold, to think that man who knowes</l>
      <l n="648">By History, Report, or his owne proofe</l>
      <l n="649">What woman is, yea what she cannot choose</l>
      <l n="650">But must be: will's free houres languish:</l>
      <l n="651">For assured bondage?</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
      <l n="652">Will my Lord say so?</l>
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   <sp who="#F-cym-iac">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
      <l n="653">I Madam, with his eyes in flood with laughter,</l>
      <l n="654">It is a Recreation to be by</l>
      <l n="655">And heare him mocke the Frenchman:</l>
      <l n="656">But Heauen's know some men are much too blame.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-cym-imo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
      <l n="657">Not he I hope.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-cym-iac">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
      <l n="658">Not he:</l>
      <l n="659">But yet Heauen's bounty towards him, might</l>
      <l n="660">Be vs'd more thankfully. In himselfe 'tis much;</l>
      <l n="661">In you, which I account his beyond all Talents.</l>
      <l n="662">Whil'st I am bound to wonder, I am bound</l>
      <l n="663">To pitty too.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-imo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
      <l n="664">What do you pitty Sir?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-iac">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
      <l n="665">Two Creatures heartyly.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-imo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
      <l n="666">Am I one Sir?</l>
      <l n="667">You looke on me: what wrack discerne you in me</l>
      <l n="668">Deserues your pitty?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-iac">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
      <l n="669">Lamentable: what</l>
      <l n="670">To hide me from the radiant Sun, and solace</l>
      <l n="671">I'th'Dungeon by a Snuffe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-imo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
      <l n="672">I pray you Sir,</l>
      <l n="673">Deliuer with more opennesse your answeres</l>
      <l n="674">To my demands. Why do you pitty me?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-iac">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
      <l n="675">That others do,</l>
      <l n="676">(I was about to say) enioy your ⸺but</l>
      <l n="677">It is an office of the Gods to venge it,</l>
      <l n="678">Not mine to speake on't.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-imo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
      <l n="679">You do seeme to know</l>
      <l n="680">Something of me, or what concernes me; pray you</l>
      <l n="681">Since doubting things go ill, often hurts more</l>
      <l n="682">Then to be sure they do. For Certainties</l>
      <l n="683">Either are past remedies; or timely knowing,</l>
      <l n="684">The remedy then borne. Discouer to me</l>
      <l n="685">What both you spur and stop.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-iac">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iach'</speaker>
      <l n="686">Had I this cheeke</l>
      <l n="687">To bathe my lips vpon: this hand, whose touch,</l>
      <l n="688">(Whose euery touch) would force the Feelers soule</l>
      <l n="689">To'th'oath of loyalty. This obiect, which</l>
      <l n="690">Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye,</l>
      <l n="691">Fiering it onely heere, should I (damn'd then)</l>
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      <l n="692">Slauuer with lippes as common as the stayres</l>
      <l n="693">That mount the Capitoll: Ioyne gripes, with hands</l>
      <l n="694">Made hard with hourely falshood (falshood as</l>
      <l n="695">With labour:) then by peeping in an eye</l>
      <l n="696">Base and illustrious as the smoakie light</l>
      <l n="697">That's fed with stinking Tallow: it were fit</l>
      <l n="698">That all the plagues of Hell should at one time</l>
      <l n="699">Encounter such reuolt.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-imo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
      <l n="700">My Lord, I feare</l>
      <l n="701">Has forgot Brittaine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-iac">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
      <l n="702">And himselfe, not I</l>
      <l n="703">Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce</l>
      <l n="704">The Beggery of his change: but 'tis your Graces</l>
      <l n="705">That from my mu<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
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              agent="partiallyInkedType"
              resp="#ES"/>est Conscience, to my tongue,</l>
      <l n="706">Charmes this report out.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-imo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
      <l n="707">Let me heare no more.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-iac">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
      <l n="708">O deerest Soule: your Cause doth strike my hart</l>
      <l n="709">With pitty, that doth make me sicke. A Lady</l>
      <l n="710">So faire, and fasten'd to an Emperie</l>
      <l n="711">Would make the great'st King double, to be partner'd</l>
      <l n="712">With Tomboyes hyr'd, with that selfe exhibition</l>
      <l n="713">Which your owne Coffers yeeld: with diseas'd ventures</l>
      <l n="714">That play with all Infirmities for Gold,</l>
      <l n="715">Which rottennesse can lend Nature. Such boyl'd stuffe</l>
      <l n="716">As well might poyson Poyson. Be reueng'd,</l>
      <l n="717">Or she that bore you, was no Queene, and you</l>
      <l n="718">Recoyle from your great Stocke.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-imo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
      <l n="719">Reueng'd:</l>
      <l n="720">How should I be reueng'd? If this be true,</l>
      <l n="721">(As I haue such a Heart, that both mine eares</l>
      <l n="722">Must not in haste abuse) if it be true,</l>
      <l n="723">How should I be reueng'd?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-iac">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
      <l n="724">Should he make me</l>
      <l n="725">Liue like<hi rend="italic">Diana</hi>'s Priest, betwixt cold sheets,</l>
      <l n="726">Whiles he is vaulting variable Rampes</l>
      <l n="727">In your despight, vpon your purse: reuenge it.</l>
      <l n="728">I dedicate my selfe to your sweet pleasure,</l>
      <l n="729">More Noble then that runnagate to your bed,</l>
      <l n="730">And will continue fast to your Affection,</l>
      <l n="731">Still close, as sure.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-imo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
      <l n="732">What hoa,<hi rend="italic">Pisanio</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-iac">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
      <l n="733">Let me my seruice tender on your lippes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-imo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
      <l n="734">Away, I do condemne mine eares, that haue</l>
      <l n="735">So long attended thee. If thou wert Honourable</l>
      <l n="736">Thou would'st haue told this tale for Vertue, not</l>
      <l n="737">For such an end thou seek'st, as base, as strange:</l>
      <l n="738">Thou wrong'st a Gentleman, who is as farre</l>
      <l n="739">From thy report, as thou from Honor: and</l>
      <l n="740">Solicites heere a Lady, that disdaines</l>
      <l n="741">Thee, and the Diuell alike. What hoa,<hi rend="italic">Pisanio</hi>?</l>
      <l n="742">The King my Father shall be made acquainted</l>
      <l n="743">Of thy Assault: if he shall thinke it fit,</l>
      <l n="744">A sawcy Stranger in his Court, to Mart</l>
      <l n="745">As in a Romish Stew, and to expound</l>
      <l n="746">His beastly minde to vs; he hath a Court</l>
      <l n="747">He little cares for, and a Daughter, who</l>
      <l n="748">He not respects at all. What hoa,<hi rend="italic">Pisanio</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-iac">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
      <l n="749">O happy<hi rend="italic">Leonatus</hi>I may say,</l>
      <l n="750">The credit that thy Lady hath of thee</l>
      <l n="751">Deserues thy trust, and thy most perfect goodnesse</l>
      <l n="752">Her assur'd credit. Blessed liue you long,</l>
      <l n="753">A Lady to the worthiest Sir, that euer</l>
      <l n="754">Country call'd his; and you his Mistris, onely</l>
      <l n="755">For the most worthiest fit. Giue me your pardon,</l>
      <l n="756">I haue spoke this to know if your Affiance</l>
      <l n="757">Were deeply rooted, and shall make your Lord,</l>
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      <l n="758">That which he is, new o're: And he is one</l>
      <l n="759">The truest manner'd: such a holy Witch,</l>
      <l n="760">That he enchants Societies into him:</l>
      <l n="761">Halfe all men hearts are his.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-imo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
      <l n="762">You make amends.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-iac">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
      <l n="763">He sits 'mongst men, like a defended God;</l>
      <l n="764">He hath a kinde of Honor sets him off,</l>
      <l n="765">More then a mortall seeming. Be not angrie</l>
      <l n="766">(Most mighty Princesse) that I haue aduentur'd</l>
      <l n="767">To try your taking of a false report, which hath</l>
      <l n="768">Honour'd with confirmation your great Iudgement,</l>
      <l n="769">In the election of a Sir, so rare,</l>
      <l n="770">Which you know, cannot erre. The loue I beare him,</l>
      <l n="771">Made me to fan you thus, but the Gods made you</l>
      <l n="772">(Vnlike all others) chaffelesse. Pray your pardon.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-imo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
      <l n="773">All's well Sir:</l>
      <l n="774">Take my powre i'th'Court for yours.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-iac">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
      <l n="775">My humble thankes: I had almost forgot</l>
      <l n="776">T'intreat your Grace, but in a small request,</l>
      <l n="777">And yet of moment too, for it concernes:</l>
      <l n="778">Your Lord, my selfe, and other Noble Friends</l>
      <l n="779">Are partners in the businesse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-imo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
      <l n="780">Pray what is't?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-iac">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
      <l n="781">Some dozen Romanes of vs, and your Lord</l>
      <l n="782">(The best Feather of our wing) haue mingled summes</l>
      <l n="783">To buy a Present for the Emperor:</l>
      <l n="784">Which I (the Factor for the rest) haue done</l>
      <l n="785">In France: 'tis Plate of rare deuice, and Iewels</l>
      <l n="786">Of rich, and exquisite forme, their valewes great,</l>
      <l n="787">And I am something curious, being strange</l>
      <l n="788">To haue them in safe stowage: May it please you</l>
      <l n="789">To take them in protection.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-imo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
      <l n="790">Willingly:</l>
      <l n="791">And pawne mine Honor for their safety, since</l>
      <l n="792">My Lord hath interest in them, I will keepe them</l>
      <l n="793">In my Bed‑chamber.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-iac">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
      <l n="794">They are in a Trunke</l>
      <l n="795">Attended by my men: I will make bold</l>
      <l n="796">To send them to you, onely for this night:</l>
      <l n="797">I must aboord to morrow.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-imo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
      <l n="798">O no, no.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-iac">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
      <l n="799">Yes I beseech: or I shall short my word</l>
      <l n="800">By length'ning my returne. From Gallia,</l>
      <l n="801">I crost the Seas on purpose, and on promise</l>
      <l n="802">To see your Grace.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-imo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
      <l n="803">I thanke you for your paines:</l>
      <l n="804">But not away to morrow.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-iac">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
      <l n="805">O I must Madam.</l>
      <l n="806">Therefore I shall beseech you, if you please</l>
      <l n="807">To greet your Lord with writing, doo't to night,</l>
      <l n="808">I haue out‑stood my time, which is materiall</l>
      <l n="809">To'th'tender of our Present.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-imo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Imo.</speaker>
      <l n="810">I will write:</l>
      <l n="811">Send your Trunke to me, it shall safe be kept,</l>
      <l n="812">And truely yeelded you: you're very welcome.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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