Imo.
I would thou grew'st unto the shores o'th' haven,
And questioned'st every sail: if he should write,
And I not have it, '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 linnen, happier therein than I:
And that was all?

Pis.
No, madam; for so long
As he could make me with his eye, or ear,
Distinguish him from others, he did keep
The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief,
Still waving, as the fit and stirs of's 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, ere left
To after-eye him.

Pis.
Madam, so I did.

&plquo;Imo.
&plquo;I would have broke mine eye-strings; crackt'em, but
&plquo;To look upon him; 'till the diminution
&plquo;Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle;
&plquo;Nay follow'd him, 'till he had melted from
&plquo;The smallness of a gnat, to air; and then
&plquo;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.

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
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 heav'n 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. 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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