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Pisa.

Be assur'd, madam,
With his next vantage.*

Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had
Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him,
How I would think on him, at certain hours,
Such thoughts, and such; or I could make him swear
The she’s of Italy should not betray
Mine interest, and his honour; or have charged him,
At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight,
To encounter me with orisons,t for then
I am in heaven for him: or ere I could
Give him that parting kiss, which I had set
Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father,
And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north,
Shakes all our buds from growing.

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THE BASENESS OF FALSEHOOD TO A WIFE.

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Doubting things go ill, often hurts more
Than to be sure they do: For certainties
Either are past remedies: or, timely knowing,
The remedy then born; discover to me
What both you spur and stop.t.
Iach.

Had I this cheek
To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch,
Whose every touch, would force the feeler's soul
To the oath of loyalty; this object, which
Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye,
Fixing it only here; should I (damn'd then,
Slaver with lips as common as the stairs,
That mount the Capitol; join gripes with hands
Made hard with hourly falsehood (falsehood, as
With labour;) then lie peeping in an eye,
Base and unlustrous as the smoky light
That's fed with stinking tallow; it were fit,
That all the plagues of hell should at one time
Encounter such revolt.
* Opportunity. _ 't Meet me with reciprocal prayer.
What you seem anxious to utter, and yet withhold.

sense

ACT II. SCENE. A Bedchamber;

in one part of it a Trunk. Imogen reading in her Bed; a Lady attending. Imo. Mine eyes are weak:Fold down the leaf where I have left: To bed! Takс not away the taper, leave it burning: And if thou canst awake by four o’ the clock, I prythee, call me. Sleep hath seiz'd me wholly.

[Exit Lady. To your protection I commend me, gods! From fairies, and the tempters of the night, Guard me, beseech ye!

[Sleeps. Iachimo from the Trunk. lach. The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd Repairs itself by rest: Our Tarquin thus Did softly press the rushes,* ere he waken'd The chastity he wounded. Cytherea, How bravely thou becom'st thy bed! fresh lily! And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch! But kiss ! one kiss! Rubies unparagond, How dearly they do't.-Tis her breathing that Perfumes the chamber thus: The flame o' the taper Bows toward her; and would underpeep her lids, To see the enclosed lights, now canopied Under these windows: White and azure, lac'd With blue of heav'ns own tinct. But my design? To note the chamber:-I will write all down: Such, and such pictures;—There the window:

Such
The adornment of her bed;—The arras,f figures,
Why, such, and such:--And the contents of the sto

ry,
Ah, but some natural notes about her body,
Above ten thousand meaner moveables
Would testify to enrich mine inventory:
O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her!

* It was anciently the custom to strew chambers witb fushes.

ti. e. The white skin laced with blue veins. * Tapestry:

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And be her sense but as a monument,
Thus in a chapel lying !-Come off, come off;-

[Taking off her Bracelet

. As slippery, as the Gordian knot was hard! 'Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly, As strongly as the conscience does within, To the madding of her lord. On her left breast A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops i' the bottom of a cowslip: Here's a voucher, Stronger than ever law could make: this secret Will force him think I have pick'd the lock, and ta’en The treasure of her honour. No more.

To what end? Why should I write this down, that's riveted, Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading late The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd down, Where Philomel gave up;--I have enough: To the trunk again, and shut the spring of it, Swift, swift, you dragons of the night!—that dawning May bear the raven's eye: I lodge in fear; Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here.

[Goes into the Trunk. The Scene closes.

GOLD

Tis gold
Which buys admittance; oft it doti; yea, and makes
Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up.
Their deer to the stand of the stealer; and 'tis gold
Which makes the true man killed, and saves the thiel;
Nay, sometimes, hangs both thief and true man:

What
Can it not do, and undo?

A SATIRE OF WOMEN.

Is there no way for men to be, but women Must be half-workers? We are bastards all; And that most venerable man, which I Did call my father, was I know not where When I was stamp’d; some coiner with his tools Made me a counterfeit; Yet my mother seem'd The Dian of that time: so doth my wife The nonpariel of this.-0 vengeance, vengeance!

* Modesty.

Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd,
And pray'd me, oft, forbearance: did it with
A pudency* so rosy, the sweet view on't
Might weil have warm’d old Saturn; that I thought
As chaste as unsun'd snow:

[her

*

Could I find out The woman's part in me! For there's no motion That tends to vice in man, but I affirm It is the woman's part: be it lying, note it, The woman's; flattering, hers; deceiving, hers; Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain, Nice longings, slanders, mutability, All faults that may be nam’d, nay that hell knows, Why, hers, in part, or all; but, rather, all: For ev'n to vice They are not constant, but are changing still One vice, but of a minute old, for one · Not half so old as that. I'll write against them, Detest them, curse them :-Yet ’tis greater skill In a true bate, to pray they have their will: The very devils cannot plague them better

ACT III.

IMPATIENCE OF A WIFE TO MEET HER HUSBAND.

O, for a horse with wings !-Hear’st thou, Pisanio? He is at Milford-Haven: Read, and tell me How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs May plod it in a week, why may not I Glide thither in a day?-Then, true Pisanio, (Who long'st like me, to see thy lord: who long'st,0, let me bate, but not like me:-yet longost, But in a fainter kind;--0, not like me; For mine's beyond beyond,) say, and speak thickt. (Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing, To the smothering of the sense,) how far it is To this same blessed Milford: And, by the way, Tell me how Wales was made so happy, as * Modesty. + Crowd one word on another, as fast as possible.

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To inherit such a haven: But first of all,
How we may steal from hence; and, for the gap
That we shall make in time, from our hence-going,
And our return, to excuse:—but first, how get

hence;
Why should excuse be born or e'er begot?
We'll talk of that hereafter. Pr’ythee, speak,
How many score of miles may we well ride
"Twixt hour and hour?
Pisa.

One score, 'twixt sun and sun, Madam, 's enough for you; and too much too.

Imo. Why, one that rode to his execution, man,
Could never go so slow: I have heard of riding

wagers,
Where horses have been nimbler than the sands
That run i'the clocks behalf:-But this is foolery:
Go, bid my woman feign å sickness; say
She'll home to her father: and provide me, presently
A riding suit; no costlier than would fit
A franklin's* housewife.
Pisa.

Madam, you're best consider.
Imo. I see before me, man, nor here, nor here,
Nor what ensues; but have a fog in them,
That I cannot look through. Away, I pr’ythee;
Do as I bid thee: There's no more to say;
Accessible is none but Milford way.

[Ereu SCENE. Wales. A mountainous Country, with

Cave.
Enter Belarius, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.
Bel. A goodly day not to keep ouse, with such
Whose roof's as low as ours! Stoop, boys: This ga
Instructs you how to adore the heavens; and bo

you
To morning's holy office: the gates of monarchs
Are arch'd so high, that giants may jets through
And keep their impious turbands on,

without Good morrow to the sun, Hail, thou fair heaven! We house i' the rock, yet use thee

not so hardly As prouder livers do.

* A freeholder. + Strut, walk proudly.

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