Imo.
I would thou grew'st unto the shores o' the haven,
And question'dst every sail: if he should write,
And I not have it, 'twere a paper lost,
As offer'd mercy is^{2 note}

Pis.
'Twas, His queen, his queen!

Imo.
Then wav'd his handkerchief?

Pis.
And kiss'd it, madam.

Imo.
Senseless linen! happier therein than I!—
And that was all?

Pis.
No, madam; for so long
As he could make me with this eye or ear^{3 note}

Distinguish him from others, he did keep
The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief,
Still waving, as the fits and stirs of his mind
Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on,
How swift his ship.

Imo.
Thou should'st have made him
As little as a crow, or less^{4 note}

, ere left
To after-eye him.

Pis.
Madam, so I did.

Imo.
I 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^{5 note}
:
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?

Pis.
Be assur'd, madam,
With his next vantage^{6 note}

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
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^{7 note}
, for then
I am in heaven for him^{8 note}; or ere I could
Give him that parting kiss, which I had set
Betwixt two charming words^{9 note}

, comes in my father,
And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north,
Shakes all our buds from growing^{1 note}

Enter a Lady.

Lady.
The queen, madam,
Desires your highness' company.

Imo.
Those things I bid you do, get them despatch'd.—
I will attend the queen.

Pis.
Madam, I shall. [Exeunt.

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