Imo.

You are kindly welcome.

Thanks, good sir;

Iach. All of her, that is out of door, most rich! [Aside. If she be furnished with a mind so rare,

She is alone the Arabian bird; and I

Have lost the wager. Boldness, be my friend!

Arm me, audacity, from head to foot!

Or, like the Parthian, I shall flying fight;

Rather, directly fly.

Imo. [Reads.] He is one of the noblest note, to whose kindnesses I am most infinitely tied. Reflect upon him accordingly, as you value your truest

So far I read aloud;

But even the very middle of my heart

LEONATUS.

Is warmed by the rest, and takes it thankfully.-
You are as welcome, worthy sir, as I

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 twinned stones.
Upon the numbered beach? and can we not
Partition make with spectacles so precious.
'Twixt fair and foul?

Imo.

What makes your admiration?
Iach. It cannot be i' the eye; for apes and monkeys
'Twixt two such shes, would chatter this way, and
Contemn with mows the other: nor i' the judgment;
For idiots, in this case of favor, would

Be wisely definite: nor i' the appetite;
Sluttery, to such neat excellence opposed,
Should make desire vomit emptiness,
Not so allured to feed.

Imo. What is the matter, trow?
Iach.

(That satiate yet unsatisfied desire,

The cloyed will,

That tub both filled and running,) ravening first
The lamb, longs after for the garbage.

Imo.

Thus raps you? Are you well?

What, dear sir,

Iach. Thanks, madam; well.-'Beseech you, sir, desire

[To PISANIO.

My man's abode where I did leave him: he

Is strange and peevish.

Pis.

To give him welcome.

I was going, sir,

[Exit PISANIO.

Imo. Continues well my lord? His health, beseech you?

Iach. Well, madam.

Imo. Is he disposed to mirth? I hope he is.

Iach. Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there

So merry and so gamesome: he is called

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
A Gallian girl at home. He furnaces

-

who knows

The thick sighs from him; whiles the jolly Briton
(Your lord, I mean) laughs from's free lungs, cries, O!
Can my sides hold, to think, that man
By history, report, or his own proof,
What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose
But must be will his free hours languish for
Assured bondage?

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 know, Some men are much to blame.

Imo.

Not he, I hope.

Tach. Not he: but yet Heaven's bounty towards him

might

Be used more thankfully. In himself, 'tis much;
In you, which I count his, beyond all talents,-
Whilst I am bound to wonder, I am bound

To pity too.

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
To my demands. Why do you pity me?
Iach. That others do,

I was about to say, enjoy your-
It is an office of the gods to venge it,
Not mine to speak on't.

Imo.

-But

You do seem to 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,
The remedy then born,) discover to me
What both you spur and stop.

Had I this cheek

Iach.
To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch,
Whose every touch, would force the feeler's soul
To the oath of loyalty; this object, which
Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye,
Fixing it only here; should I (damned then)
Slaver with lips as common as the stairs
That mount the Capitol; join gripes with hands
Made hard with hourly falsehood, (falsehood, as
With labor;) then lie peeping in an eye,
Base and unlustrous as the smoky light
That's fed with stinking tallow; it were fit,
That all the plagues of hell should at one time
Encounter such revolt.

Imo.

Has forgot Britain.

Iach.

My lord, I fear,

And himself. Not I,

Inclined 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.

Let me hear no more.

Imo.
Iach. O dearest soul! your cause doth strike
With pity, that doth make me sick. A lady
So fair, and fastened to an empery,

Would make the greatest king double! to be partnered With tomboys, hired with that self-exhibition

Which your own coffers yield! with diseased ventures,

That play with all infirmities for gold,

Which rottenness can lend nature! such boiled stuff,
As well might poison poison! Be revenged;
Or she that bore you was no queen, and you
Recoil from your great stock.

VOL. IV. -8

Imo.

Revenged!

How should I be revenged? If this be true,
(As I have such a heart, that both mine ears
Must not in haste abuse,) if it be true,
How should I be revenged?

Should he make me

Iach.
Live, like Diana's priest, betwixt cold sheets;
Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps,

In your despite, upon your purse? Revenge it.
I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure;
More noble than that runagate to your bed;
And will continue fast to your affection,
Still close, as sure.

Imo.

What, ho, Pisanio!

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 honorable,
Thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue, not
For such an end thou seek'st; as base, as strange.
Thou wrong'st a gentleman, who is as far
From thy report, as thou from honor; and
Solicit'st here a lady, that disdains

Thee and the devil alike. What, ho, Pisanio!-
The king, my father, shall be made acquainted
Of thy assault. If he shall think it fit,
A saucy stranger, in his court, to mart
As in a Romish stew, and to expound
His beastly mind to us; he hath a court
He little cares for, and a daughter whom
He not respects at all.-What, ho, Pisanio!
Iach. O happy Leonatus! I may say;
The credit, that thy lady hath of thee,
Deserves thy trust; and thy most perfect goodness
Her assured credit!-Blessed live you long!

A lady to the worthiest sir, that ever
Country called his! and you his mistress, only
For the most worthiest fit! Give me your pardon.
I have spoke this, to know if your affiance
Were deeply rooted; and shall make your lord,
That which he is, new o'er. And he is one
The truest mannered; such a holy witch,

That he enchants societies unto him;

Half all men's hearts are his.

Imo.

You make amends.

Iach. He sits 'mongst men, like a descended god; He hath a kind of honor sets him off,

More than a mortal seeming. Be not angry,
Most mighty princess, that I have adventured
To try your taking of a false report; which hath
Honored with confirmation your great judgment
In the election of a sir so rare,
Which, you know, cannot err.

The love I bear him

Made me to fan you thus; but the gods made you,
Unlike all others, chaffless. Pray your pardon.

Imo. All's well, sir. Take my power i' the court for yours.
Iach. My humble thanks. I had almost forgot

To entreat your grace but in a small request,
And yet of moment too, for it concerns

Your lord; myself, and other noble friends,
Are partners in the business.

Imo.

Pray, what is't? Iach. Some dozen Romans of us, and your lord, (The best feather of our wing,) have mingled sums, To buy a present for the emperor;

Which I, the factor for the rest, have done

In France. 'Tis plate, of rare device; and jewels,
Of rich and exquisite form; their values great;
And I am something curious, being strange,

To have them in safe stowage. May it please you
To take them in protection?

Imo.

Willingly;
And pawn mine honor for their safety. Since
My lord hath interest in them, I will keep them
In my bedchamber.

Iach.

They are in a trunk, Attended by my men. I will make bold To send them to you, only for this night;

I must aboard to-morrow.

Imo.

O, no, no.

Iach. Yes, I beseech; or I shall short my word,
By lengthening my return. From Gallia

I crossed the seas on purpose, and on promise
To see your grace.

Imo.

I thank you for your pains;

But not away to-morrow?
Iach.
O, I must, madam;
Therefore, I shall beseech you, if you please
To greet your lord with writing, do't to-night.
I have outstood my time; which is material
To the tender of our present.

Imo.

I will write.

Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept,

And truly yielded you. You are very welcome. [Exeunt.