Cymbeline

by William Shakespeare (1623)

Act 1 Scene 3

Imogen - Female, Under 25 to 35 yrs

Scene partner - Pisanio

Monologue - Dramatic, 1:00 to 2:00 min

Imogen:

I would have broke mine eye-strings; crack'd them, but
To look upon him, 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?]

[PISANIO
Be assured, madam,
With his next vantage.]

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 shes of Italy should not betray
Mine interest and his honour, or have charged him,
At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight,
To encounter me with orisons, for then
I am in heaven 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.

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