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Cor. Your Highness Shall from this practice but make hard your heart; Besides, the seeing these effects will be Both noysome and infectious. Queen. O, content thee.
Enter Pisanio. Here comes a flatt’ring rascal, upon him [ Afde. Will I first work ; he's for his master's fake An enemy to my son. How now, Pisanio ? Doctor, your service for this time is ended ; Take your own way.
Cor. I do suspect you, Madam : [Aside. But you shall do no harm.
Queen. Hark thee, a word.— (To Pisanio.
Cor. I do not like her. She doth think, she has
Queen. No further service, Doctor,
[Exit. Queen. Weeps she ftill, fay'st thou? doft thou
think, in time
His fortunes all lye speechless, and his name
(Pisanio looking on the Viol.
Enter Pisanio, and Ladies,
Bear to my closet; fare thee well, Pisanio,
Pif. And shall do:
Enter Imogen alone.
A foolish suitor to a wedded lady,
Enter 8 and those repeated
Vexations of it) Meaning the Queen and her son: these are fet, in comparison, with her husband, and make the sentiment extremely fine. 9 but most miserable
Is the desire, that's glorious.] Her husband, she says, proves her fupreme grief. She had been happy had the been ftoln as her brothers were, but now she is miserable, as all those are who have a sense of worth and honour superior to the vulgar, which occafions them infinite vexations from the envious and worthless part of mankind. Had she not so refined a taste as to be content only with the superior merit of Pofthumus, but could have taken up with Cloten, she might have escaped these perfecutions. This elegance of taste, which always discovers an excellence and chuses it, she calls with great fublimity of expression, The desire that's glorious ; which the Oxford Editor not understanding alters to, The degree that's glorious.
Bleli'd be those
Which seasons comfort.-- ] The last words are equivocal : but the meaning is this, Who are beholden only to the seasons
Enter Pifanio, and lachimo.
lacb. Change you, Madam? The worthy Leonatus is in fafety, And greets your Highness dearly.
Imo. Thanks, good Sir, You're kindly welcome.
Iach. All of her, that is out of door, most rich! If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare, [ Aside. She is alone th’Arabian bird ; and I Have lost the wager. Boldness be my friend! Arm me, Audacity, from head to foot : 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 tyed. Reflect upon bim accordingly, as you value your trust.
Leonatus. So far I read aloud: But even the very middle of my heart Is warm'd by th' rest, and takes it thankfully, You are as welcome, worthy Sir, as I Have words to bid you; and shall find it so, In all that I can do,
Jach. Thanks, fairest LadyWhat! are men mad? hath nature given them eyes To see this vaulted arch, * and the rich cope Of sea and land, which can diftinguish 'twixt The fiery orbs above, and the twinn'd stones for their support and nourishment; so that, if those be kindly, such have no more to care for or desire.
and the rich crop Of fea and land-] He is here speaking of the covering of sea and land, Shakespear therefore wrote, And the rich COPE
'Upon th' humbld beach? and can we not
Iach. It cannot be i' th' eye; (for apes and monkeys, ' 'Twixt cwo such she's, would chatter this way, and Contemn with mowes the other :) Nor i'th' judg
ment ; For Ideots, in this case of favour, would Be wisely definite: Nor i' th' appetite : Slutt'ry, to such neat excellence oppos’d, +Should make desire vomit emptiness, Not fo allur'd to feed.
Imo. What is the matter, trow?
Iach. The cloyed will,
Imo. What, dear Sir, Thus raps you are you well? lach. Thanks, Madam, well-'Beseech you, Sir,
[To Pisanio. Desire my man's abode, where I did leave him; He's strange, and peevilh.
Pis. I was going, Sir, 3 Upon th’ UNNUMBER'D beach?-] Sense and the antithesis oblige us to read this nonsense thus,
Upon the HUMBL'D beach. i.e. because daily insulted with the flow of the tide. 4 Should make defire vomit emptiness,
Not so allur'd to feed.] i.e. that appetite, which is not allured to feed on such excellence, can have no ftomach at all; but, tho' empty, muft nauseate every thing.
5 He's strange and peevish.] i. e. ignorant of foreign manners, and impatient of contradi&tion. This, I think, was a good reason for his matter to order him to stay within doors. But the Oxford Editor, with great acumen, alters it to, He's Arange and sheepish.