Que.
Whiles yet the dew's on ground, gather those flowers;
Make haste: Who has the note of them?

1. L.
I, madam.

Que.
Dispatch.— [Exeunt Ladies.
Now, master doctor; have you brought those drugs?

Cor.
Pleaseth your highness, ay: here they are, madam: [giving her some Papers.
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?

Que.
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 amplify 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 several 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.

Que.
O, content thee.— Enter Pisanio.
&clquo;Here comes a flattering rascal; upon him&crquo;
&clquo;Will I first let them work: he's for his master,&crquo;
&clquo;And enemy to my son.&crquo;—How now, Pisanio?—
Doctor, your service for this time is ended;
Take your own way.

&clquo;Cor.
&clquo;I do suspect you, madam&crquo;;
&clquo;But you shall do no harm&crquo;.

Que.
Hark thee, a word. [to Pis. drawing him aside.

&clquo;Cor.
&clquo;I do not like her. She doth think, she has&crquo;
&clquo;Strange ling'ring poisons: I do know her spirit,&crquo;
&clquo;And will not trust one of her malice with&crquo;
&clquo;A drug of such damn'd nature: Those, she has,&crquo;
&clquo;Will stupify and dull the sense a while:&crquo;
&clquo;Which first, perchance, she'll prove on cats, and dogs;&crquo;
&clquo;Then afterward up higher: but there is&crquo;
&clquo;No danger in what shew of death it makes,&crquo;
&clquo;More than the locking up the spirits a time,&crquo;
&clquo;To be more fresh, reviving. She is fool'd&crquo;
&clquo;With a most false effect; and I the truer,&crquo;
&clquo;So to be false with her.&crquo;

Que.
No further service, doctor,
Until I send for thee.

Cor.
I humbly take my leave. [Exit.

Que.
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 is ^note: 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; nor has no friends, [drops some of the Papers.
So much as but to prop him? Thou tak'st up
Thou know'st not what; but take it for thy labour:
It is a thing I make, ^note 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 thyself.
Think what a chance thou chancest ^note on;14Q1253 but think:
Thou hast thy mistress still; to boot, my son,
Who shall take notice of thee, move ^note the king
To any shape of thy preferment, such
As thou'lt desire; and then myself, I chiefly,
That set thee on to this desert, am bound
To load thy merit richly. Call my women:
Think on my words. [Exit Pis.] A sly, ^note and constant knave;
Not to be shak'd: the agent for his master;
And the remembrancer of her, to hold

The hand fast ^note to her lord. I have given him that,
Which, if he take, shall quite unpeople her
Of ledgers for her sweet; and which she, after,
Except she bend her humour, shall be assur'd Re-enter Pisanio, and Ladies.
To taste of too.—So, so; well done, well done:
The violets, cowslips, and the primroses,
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 myself: there's all I'll do for you. [Exit Pisanio.

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