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Act I, Scene 3
1A room in Cymbeline’s palace.
2Enter Imogen and Pisanio.
3ImogenI would thou grew’st unto the shores o’ the haven,
And question’dst every sail: if he should write,
And not have it, ’twere a paper lost,
As offer’d mercy is. What was the last
That he spake to thee?
4PisanioIt was his queen, his queen!
5ImogenThen waved his handkerchief?
6PisanioAnd kiss’d it, madam.
7ImogenSenseless Linen! happier therein than I!
And that was all?
8PisanioNo, 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,
Still waving, as the fits and stirs of’s mind
Could best express how slow his soul sail’d on,
How swift his ship.
9ImogenThou shouldst have made him
As little as a crow, or less, ere left
To after-eye him.
10PisanioMadam, so I did.
11ImogenI would have broke mine eye-strings; crack’d them, but
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
Have turn’d mine eye and wept. But, good Pisanio,
When shall we hear from him?
12PisanioBe assured, madam,
With his next vantage.
13ImogenI 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
The shes of Italy should not betray
Mine interest and his honour, or have charged him,
At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight,
To encounter me with orisons, for then
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
Shakes all our buds from growing.
14Enter a Lady.
15LadyThe queen, madam,
Desires your highness’ company.
16ImogenThose things I bid you do, get them dispatch’d.
I will attend the queen.
17PisanioMadam, I shall. Exeunt.