Imo. No, I rather added

'A luftre to it.

Cym. O thou vile one!
Imo. Sir,

It is your fault, that I have lov'd Pofthumus:
You bred him as my play-fellow; and he is
A man, worth any woman; over-buys me
Almoft the fum he pays.

Cym. What!art thou mad?

Imo. Almoft, Sir; heav'n restore me! Would I

were

A neat-herd's daughter, and my Leonatus

Our neighbour-fhepherd's fon!

Enter Queen.

Cym. Thou foolish Thing.

They were again together, you have done

[To the Queen,

Not after our Command. Away with her,
And pen her up.

Queen. Beseech your patience. Peace,

Dear lady daughter, peace. Sweet Sovereign,
Leave us t' ourselves, and make yourself fome comfort
Out of your best advice.

Cym. Nay, let her languish

A drop of blood a-day; and, being aged,

Die of this folly.

Enter Pifanio.

Queen. Fy, you must give way.

[Exit!

Here is your fervant. How now, Sir? What news? Pif. My Lord your fon drew on my master.

Queen. Hah!

No harm, I trust, is done?

Pif. There might have been,

But that my mafter rather play'd, than fought,

And

And had no help of anger. They were parted
By gentlemen at hand.

Queen. I'm very glad on't.

Imo. Your fon's my father's friend, he takes his

.part.

-To draw upon an exile! O brave Sir!
I would they were in Africk both together,
Myself by with a needle, that I might prick
The goer-back. Why came you from your master ?
Pil. On his command. He would not fuffer me
To bring him to the haven; left these notes
Of what commands I fhould be fubject to,
When 't pleas'd you to employ me."

Queen. This hath been

Your faithful fervant; I dare lay mine honour,
He will remain fo.

Pif. I humbly thank your Highness.

Queen. Pray, walk a while.

Imo. About fome half hour hence, pray you, speak

with me;

You fhall, at leaft, go fee my Lord aboard.

For this time leave me.

[Exeunt.

1 Lord. Sir, I would advise you to fhift a fhirt; the violence of action hath made you reek as a facrifice. Where air comes out, air comes in, there's none abroad fo wholesome as that you vent.

Clot. If my fhirt were bloody, then to fhift it-Have I hurt him?

2 Lord. No, faith: Not fo much as his patience.

[Afide. 1 Lord. Hurt him? his body's a paffable carcals, if

he

he be not hurt. It is a thorough-fare for fteel, if it be not hurt.

2 Lord. His fteel was in debt, it went o' th' backfide the town.

Clot. The villain would not stand me.

[Afide

2 Lord No, but he fled forward still, toward your face, [Afide. 1 Lord. Stand you? you have land enough of your own; but he added to your Having, gave you fome 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.

[Afide. Clot. And that the fhould love this fellow, and refufe me!

2 Lord. If it be a fin to make a true election, he's damn'd...

[Afide. 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 reflection of her wit.

2 Lord. She fhines not upon fools, left the reflection fhould hurt her.

[Afide. Clot. Come, I'll to my chamber. 'Would there had been fome hurt done!

2 Lord. I wish not fo; unless it had been the fall of an afs, which is no great hurt.

▾ her beauty and her brain, &c.] I believe the Lord means to speak a fentence. Sir, as I told you always, beauty and brain go not together.

2 She's a good Sign.] If fign be the true reading, the poet means by it conftellation, and by reflec tion is meant influence. But I rather think, from the answer, that

[Afide.

he wrote bine. So in his Venus and Adonis,

As if, from thence, they bor rowed all their fhine.

WARBURTON. There is acutenefs enough in this note, yet I believe the poet meant nothing by fign, but fair outward fhew.

Clot.

Clot. You'll go with us?

1 Lord. I'll attend your Lordship. Clot. Nay, come, let's go together. 2 Lord. Well, my Lord.

Imo.

I

SCENE V.

Imogen's Apartments.

Enter Imogen, and Pifanio.

[Exeunt.

Would, thou grew'ft unto the fhores o' th
haven,

And question'dft every fail: if he should write,
And I not have it, 'twere a paper loft
As offer'd mercy is. What was the last
That he spake with thee?

Pif. 'Twas, " His Queen, his Queen!"
Imo. Then wav'd his handkerchief?

Pif. And kiss'd it, Madam.

Imo. Senfelefs linen,

And that was all?
Pif. No, Madam;

twere a paper loft

happier therein than I!

As offer'd mercy is.] i. c. Should one of his letters mifcarry, the lofs would be as great as that ef offer'd mercy. But the Oxford Editor amends it thus,

'were a paper loft, With offer'd mercy in it. WARBURTON. -for fo long

As he could make me with his

for fo long

'As he could make me with this eye, or ear,
Diftinguish him from others, he did keep
The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief,
Still waving, as the fits and ftirs of 's mind
Could beft express how flow his foul fail'd on,
How fwift his ship.

Imo. Thou fhouldft have made him

As little as a crow, or lefs, ere left

To after-eye 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 fharp as my needle;
Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from
The smallness of a gnat, to air; and then
Have turn'd mine eye, and wept.-But, good Pifanio,
When fhall we hear from him?

Pif. Be affur'd, Madam,

With his next vantage.

Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had Moft pretty things to fay: ere I could tell him, How I would think on him, at certain hours, Such thoughts, and fuch; or, I could make him fwear,

The She's of Italy fhould not betray