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Samuel Johnson [1765], The plays of William Shakespeare, in eight volumes, with the corrections and illustrations of Various Commentators; To which are added notes by Sam. Johnson (Printed for J. and R. Tonson [and] C. Corbet [etc.], London) [word count] [S11001].
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SCENE V. Imogen's Apartments. Enter Imogen, and Pisanio.

Imo.
I would, thou grew'st unto the shores o' th' haven,
And question'dst every sail; if he should write,
And I not have it, 3 note


'twere a paper lost
As offer'd mercy is. What was the last
That he spake with thee?

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; 4 note






for so long

-- 269 --


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.

Imo.
Thou shouldst have made him
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; crackt 'em, but
To look upon him; 5 note



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?

Pis.
Be assur'd, Madam,
With his 6 notenext vantage.

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 She's of Italy should not betray

-- 270 --


Mine interest, and his honour; or have charg'd him,
At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight,
T' encounter me with Orisons; for then
I am in heaven for him; 7 note


or ere I could
Give him that parting kiss, which I had set
Betwixt two charming words, 8 note



comes in my Father;
And, like the tyrannous breathing of the North,
Shakes all our buds from growing.

-- 271 --

Enter a Lady.

Lady.
The Queen, Madam,
Desires your Highness' company.

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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Samuel Johnson [1765], The plays of William Shakespeare, in eight volumes, with the corrections and illustrations of Various Commentators; To which are added notes by Sam. Johnson (Printed for J. and R. Tonson [and] C. Corbet [etc.], London) [word count] [S11001].
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