[Aside] I do suspect you, madam;
But you shall do no harm.
[To PISANIO] Hark thee, a word.
[Aside] I do not like her. She doth think she has
Strange lingering poisons: I do know her spirit,
not trust one of her malice with
A drug of such damn'd nature. Those she has
Will stupefy and dull the
Which first, perchance, she'll prove on
cats and dogs,
Then afterward up higher: but there
No danger in what show of death it makes,
More than the locking-up the spirits a time,
To be more fresh,
reviving. She is fool'd
With a most false effect; and I the truer,
So to be false with her.
No further service, doctor,
Until I send for thee.
I humbly take my leave.
Weeps she still, say'st thou? Dost thou think in time
She will not quench and let instructions enter
folly now possesses? Do thou work:
When thou shalt bring me word she loves my son,
I'll tell thee on the
instant thou art then
As great as is thy master, greater, for
His fortunes all lie speechless and his name
at last gasp: return he cannot, nor
Continue where he is: to shift his being
Is to exchange one misery with
And every day that comes comes to decay
A day's work in him. What shalt thou expect,
depender on a thing that leans,
Who cannot be new built, nor has no friends,
So much as but to prop
The QUEEN drops the box: PISANIO takes it up
Thou takest up
Thou know'st not what; but take it for thy labour:
It is a thing I made, which hath the king
times redeem'd from death: I do not know
What is more cordial. Nay, I prethee, take it;
It is an earnest of
a further good
That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how
The case stands with her; do't as from thyself.
what a chance thou changest on, but think
Thou hast thy mistress still, to boot, my son,
Who shall take
notice of thee: I'll move the king
To any shape of thy preferment such
As thou'lt desire; and then myself, I
That set thee on to this desert, am bound
To load thy merit richly. Call my women:
Think on my
A sly and constant knave,
Not to be shaked; the agent for his master
And the remembrancer of her to
The hand-fast to her lord. I have given him that
Which, if he take, shall quite unpeople her
for her sweet, and which she after,
Except she bend her humour, shall be assured
To taste of too.
Re-enter PISANIO and Ladies
So, so: well done, well done:
The violets, cowslips, and the primroses,
Bear to my closet. Fare thee well,
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