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William Shakespeare (1564–1616).  The Oxford Shakespeare.  1914.

Cymbeline

Act I. Scene III.


A Room in CYMBELINE’S Palace.
 
  
Enter IMOGEN and PISANIO.
 
  Imo.  I would thou grew’st unto the shores of the haven, 
And question’dst every sail: if he should write,   4
And I not have it, ’twere a paper lost, 
As offer’d mercy is. What was the last 
That he spake to thee? 
  Pis.        It was his queen, his queen!   8
  Imo.  Then wav’d his handkerchief? 
  Pis.        And kiss’d it, madam. 
  Imo.  Senseless linen, happier therein than I! 
And that was all?  12
  Pis.        No, madam; for so long 
As he could make me with this eye or ear 
Distinguish him from others, he did keep 
The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief,  16
Still waving, as the fits and stirs of ’s mind 
Could best express how slow his soul sail’d on, 
How swift his ship. 
  Imo.        Thou shouldst have made him  20
As little as a crow, or less, ere left 
To after-eye him. 
  Pis.        Madam, so I did. 
  Imo.  I would have broke mine eye-strings, crack’d them, but  24
To look upon him, till the diminution 
Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle, 
Nay, follow’d him, till he had melted from 
The smallness of a gnat to air, and then  28
Have turn’d mine eye, and wept. But, good Pisanio, 
When shall we hear from him? 
  Pis.        Be assur’d, madam, 
With his next vantage.  32
  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  36
The shes of Italy should not betray 
Mine interest and his honour, or have charg’d him, 
At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight, 
To encounter me with orisons, for then  40
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  44
Shakes all our buds from growing. 
  
Enter a Lady.
 
  Lady.        The queen, madam, 
Desires your highness’ company.  48
  Imo.  Those things I bid you do, get them dispatch’d. 
I will attend the queen. 
  Pis.        Madam, I shall.  [Exeunt. 

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