Re-enter Pisanio, and Ladies. To taste of too. So, so ;-well done, well done : Pis. [Exit. SCENE VII-Another Room in the same. Enter Imogen. Imo. A father cruel, and a step-dame false; A foolish suitor to a wedded lady, That hath her husband banish'd ;-O, that husband! As my two brothers, happy! but most miserable Enter Pisanio and Iachimo. Pis. Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome; Comes from my lord with letters. Iach. Change you, madam ? The worthy Leonatus is in safety, And greets your highness dearly. You are kindly welcome. [Presents a letter. Thanks, good sir; Iach. All of her, that is out of door, most rich! If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare, [Aside She is alone the Arabian bird; and I Have lost the wager. Boldness be my friend! Imo. [Reads.]-He is one of the noblest note, to whose kindnesses I am most infinitely tied. accordingly, as you value your truest So far I read aloud: But even the very middle of my heart Reflect upon him Leonatus. Is warm'd by the rest, and takes it thankfully.- Have words to bid you; and shall find it so, In all that I can do. Iach. Thanks, fairest lady.What! are men mad? Hath nature given them eyes To see this vaulted arch, and the rich crop Of sea and land, which can distinguish 'twixt The fiery orbs above, and the twinn'd stones Upon the number'd beach? and can we not Partition make with spectacles so precious "Twixt fair and foul? Imo. What makes your admiration? Imo. What is the matter, trow? (That satiate yet unsatisfied desire, The cloyed will, That tub both fill'd and running,) ravening first Imo. Thus raps you? Are you well? What, dear sir, Iach. Thanks, madam, well :-'Beseech, you, sir, de sire [To Pisanio. My man's abode where I did leave him: he Pis. To give him welcome. Imo. Continues well my lord? His health, 'beseech you? Iach. Well, madam. Imo. Is he dispos'd to mirth? I hope, he is. Iach. Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there So merry and so gamesome: he is call'd The Briton reveller. Imo. When he was here, He did incline to sadness; and oft-times Not knowing why. Iach. I never saw him sad. There is a Frenchman his companion, one An eminent monsieur, that, it seems, much loves The thick sighs from him; whiles the jolly Briton What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose But must be,-will his free hours languish for Imo. Will my lord say so? Iach. Ay, madam; with his eyes in flood with laughter. It is a recreation to be by, And hear him mock the Frenchman: but, heavens Imo. Not he, I hope. Iach. Not he: But yet heaven's bounty towards him might Be us'd more thankfully. In himself, 'tis much Imo. What do you pity, sir? Iach. Two creatures, heartily. Imo. Am I one, sir? You look on me; what wreck discern you in me, Deserves your pity? Iach, Lamentable! what! To hide me from the radiant sun, and solace I'the dungeon by a snuff? Imo. I pray you, sir, Deliver with more openness your answers I was about to say, enjoy your But It is an office of the gods to 'venge it, Imo. You do seem so know Something of me, or what concerns me; 'pray you, (Since doubting things go ill, often hurts more Than to be sure they do: for certainties Either are past remedies; or, timely knowing, What both you spur and stop. Had I this cheek Iach. Imo. C My lord, I fear, Has forgot Britain. Iach, And himself. Not I, Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce The beggary of his change; but 'tis your graces "That, from my mutest conscience, to my tongue, Charms this report out. Ime. Let me hear no more. Iach. O dearest soul! your cause doth strike my heart With pity, that doth make me sick. A lady So fair, and fasten'd to an empery, Would make the great'st king double! to be partner'd With tomboys, hir'd with that self-exhibition Which your own coffers yield! with diseas'd ventures, Which rottenness can lend nature! such boil'd stuff, Imo. Reveng❜d! How should I be reveng'd? If this be true, How should I be reveng'd? Jach. Should he make me Live like Diana's priest, betwixt cold sheets; Iach. Let me my service tender on your lips. Imo. Away!-I do condemn mine ears, that have So long attended thee.-If thou wert honourable, Thou would'st have told this tale for virtue, not |