Queen.
While yet the dew's on ground, gather those flowers:
Make haste.—Who has the note of them?

1 Lady.
I, Madam.

Queen.
Dispatch. [Exeunt Ladies.
Now, master Doctor, have you brought those drugs?

Cor.
Pleaseth your Highness, ay; here they are, Madam;
But I beseech your Grace, without offence,
(My conscience bids me ask) wherefore you have
Commanded of me these most pois'nous compounds?
Which are the movers of a languishing death;
But, though slow, deadly.

Queen.
I do wonder, Doctor,
Thou ask'st me such a question; have I not been
Thy Pupil long? hast thou not learn'd me how
To make perfumes? distil? preserve? yea, so,
That our great King himself doth woo me oft
For my confections? having thus far proceeded,
(Unless thou think'st me dev'lish,) is't not meet,
That I did amplifie my judgment in
Other conclusions? I will try the forces
Of these thy compounds on such creatures as
We count not worth the hanging, (but none human;)
To try the vigour of them, and apply
Allayments to their act; and by them gather
Their sev'ral virtues, and effects.

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 [aside.
Will I first work; he's for his master's sake
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
Strange ling'ring poisons; I do know her spirit,
And will not trust one of her malice with
A drug of such damn'd nature. Those, she has,
Will stupifie and dull the sense a while;
Which first, perchance, she'll prove on cats and dogs,
Then afterwards up higher; but there is
No danger in what shew 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.

Queen.
No further service, Doctor,
Until I send for thee.

Cor.
I humbly take my leave. [Exit.

Queen.
Weeps she still, say'st thou? dost thou think, in time
She will not quench, and let instructions enter
Where 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 lye speechless, and his name
Is at last gasp. Return he cannot, nor
Continue where he is: to shift his being,
Is to exchange one misery with another;
And every day, that comes, comes to decay
A day's work in him. What shalt thou expect,
To be depender on a thing that leans?

Who cannot be new built, and has no friends,
So much as but to prop him?—Thou tak'st up [Pisanio looking on the Viol.
Thou know'st not what; but take it for thy labour;
It is a thing I make, which hath the King
Five times redeem'd from death; I do not know
What is more cordial. Nay, I pr'ythee, take it;
It is an earnest of a farther Good
That I mean to thee. Tell thy Mistress how
The case stands with her; do't, as from thy self:
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Bear to my closet; fare thee well, Pisanio,
Think on my words. [Exeunt Queen and Ladies.

Pis.
And shall do:
But when to my good Lord I prove untrue,
I'll choak my self; there's all I'll do for You. [Exit.

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