CYMBELINE. Уильям Шекспир

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       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,

       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,

       So to be false with her

       Qu. No further seruice, Doctor,

       Vntill I send for thee

       Cor. I humbly take my leaue.

       Enter.

       Qu. Weepes she still (saist thou?)

       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

       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,

       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

       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

       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

       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,

       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

       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.

       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.

       Enter.

      SCENE VII.

       Enter Imogen alone.

       Imo. A Father cruell, and a Stepdame false,

       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

       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. Change you, Madam:

       The Worthy Leonatus is in safety,

       And greetes your Highnesse deerely

       Imo. Thanks good Sir,

       You’re kindly welcome

       Iach. 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,

       Or like the Parthian I shall flying fight,

       Rather directly fly

       Imogen reads. He is one of the Noblest note, to whose

       kindnesses I am

       most infinitely

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