1.6.1489Enter Queen, Ladies, and Cornelius Whiles yet the dew's on ground,
491gather those flowers;
1.6.3492Make haste. Who has the note of them?
Make haste. Who has the note of them? I, madam.
Dispatch.
1.6.6495Now, Master Doctor, have you brought those drugs?
Pleaseth Your Highness, aye; here they are, madam.
1.6.8497But I beseech Your Grace, without offense,
1.6.9498My conscience bids me ask wherefore you have
1.6.10499Commanded of me these most poisonous compounds
1.6.11500Which are the movers of a languishing death,
But, though slow, deadly. I wonder, Doctor,
1.6.13503Thou askst me such a question. Have I not been
1.6.14504Thy pupil long? Hast thou not learned me how
1.6.15505To make perfumes? Distill? Preserve? Yea, so
1.6.16506That our great King himself doth woo me oft
1.6.17507For my confections? Having thus far proceeded,
1.6.18508Unless thou thinkst me devilish, is't not meet
1.6.20510Other conclusions? I will try the forces
1.6.21511Of these thy compounds on such creatures as
1.6.22512We count not worth the hanging, but none human,
1.6.24514Allayments to their act, and by them gather
Their several virtues and effects. Your Highness
1.6.26517Shall from this practice but make hard your heart;
1.6.27518Besides, the seeing these effects will be
Both noisome and infectious. Oh, content thee. --
1.6.30522[Aside] Here comes a flattering rascal; upon him
1.6.31523Will I first work: he's for his master
1.6.32524And enemy to my son. -- How now, Pisanio? --
1.6.33525Doctor, your service for this time is ended;
Take your own way. 527Cornelius [Aside] I do suspect you, madam,
But you shall do no harm. 529Queen [To Pisanio] Hark thee, a word.
I do not like her. She doth think she has
1.6.37531Strange ling'ring poisons; I do know her spirit
1.6.38532And will not trust one of her malice with
1.6.39533A drug of such damned nature. Those she has
1.6.40534Will stupefy and dull the sense awhile,
1.6.41535Which first perchance she'll prove on cats and dogs,
1.6.42536Then afterward up higher, but there is
1.6.43537No danger in what show of death it makes
1.6.44538More than the locking up the spirits a time
1.6.45539To be more fresh, reviving. She is fooled
1.6.46540With a most false effect, and I the truer,
No further service, Doctor,
I humbly take my leave.
Weeps she still, sayst thou?
546Dost thou think in time
1.6.53547She will not quench and let instructions enter
1.6.54548Where folly now possesses? Do thou work:
1.6.55549When thou shalt bring me word she loves my son,
1.6.56550I'll tell thee on the instant, thou art then
1.6.57551As great as is thy master; greater, for
1.6.58552His fortunes all lie speechless, and his name
1.6.59553Is at last gasp. Return he cannot, nor
1.6.60554Continue where he is. To shift his being
1.6.61555Is to exchange one misery with another,
1.6.62556And every day that comes, comes to decay
1.6.63557A day's work in him. What shalt thou expect
1.6.64558To be depender on a thing that leans,
1.6.65559Who cannot be new built, nor has no friends
[Queen drops the drug, which Pisanio picks up]
So much as but to prop him? Thou tak'st up
1.6.67561Thou knowst not what, but take it for thy labor.
1.6.68562It is a thing I made which hath the King
1.6.69563Five times redeemed from death. I do not know
1.6.70564What is more cordial. Nay, I prithee, take it;
1.6.72566That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how
1.6.73567The case stands with her; do't as from thyself.
1.6.74568Think what a chance thou changest on, but think
1.6.75569Thou hast thy mistress still; to boot, my son,
1.6.76570Who shall take notice of thee. I'll move the King
1.6.78572As thou'lt desire, and then myself, I chiefly,
1.6.79573That set thee on to this desert, am bound
1.6.80574To load thy merit richly. Call my women.
Exit Pisanio
Think on my words. A sly and constant knave,
1.6.82576Not to be shaked; the agent for his master,
1.6.84578The handfast to her lord. I have given him that
1.6.85579Which, if he take, shall quite unpeople her
1.6.86580Of liegers for her sweet, and which she after,
1.6.87581Except she bend her humor, shall be assured
583Enter Pisanio and Ladies To taste of too. -- [To Ladies] 584So, so; well done, well done:
1.6.89585The violets, cowslips, and the primroses
1.6.90586Bear to my closet. -- Fare thee well, Pisanio.
And shall do,
1.6.94589But when to my good lord I prove untrue,
1.6.95590I'll choke myself: there's all I'll do for you.