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And greets your highness dearly. [Presents a Letter. Thanks, good sir;

Imo.

You are kindly welcome.

Iach. All of her, that is out of door, most rich! [Aside. If she be furnish'd 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 warm'd 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 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? 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 favour, would

Be wisely definite: Nor i' the appetite;
Sluttery, to such neat excellence oppos'd,
Should make desire vomit emptiness,
Not so allur'd to feed.

Imo. What is the matter, trow?
Iach.

(That satiate yet unsatisfied desire,

The cloyed will,

That tub both fill'd 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, de

sire

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

Is strange and peevish.

Pis.

To give him welcome.

you?

[TO PIS.

I was going, sir,

[Exit Pis.

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

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.

He did incline to sadness; and oft-times

Not knowing why.

Iach.

When he was here,

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

The thick sighs from him; while the jolly Briton
(Your lord, I mean,) laughs from 's free lungs, cries, O!
Can my sides hold, to think, that man,--who knows
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.

Iach. Not he: But yet heaven's bounty towards him

might

Be us'd 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—But
It is an office of the gods to venge it,
Not mine to speak on 't.

Imo.

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 (damn'd 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 labour;) 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.

My lord, I fear,

D

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.

Imo.

Let me hear no more

Iach. O dearest soul! your cause doth strike my With pity, that doth make me sick. A lady

So fair, and fasten'd to an empery,

heart

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, That play with all infirmities for gold

Which rottenness can lend nature! such boil'd stuff,
As well might poison poison! Be reveng'd;

Or she, that bore you, was no queen, and you
Recoil from your great stock.

Imo.

Reveng'd!

How should I be reveng'd? 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 reveng'd?

Iach.

Should he make me

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 honourable, 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 honour; 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 assur'd credit!-Blessed live you long!
A lady to the worthiest sir, that ever

Country call'd 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 manner'd; 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 honour sets him off,

More than a mortal seeming. Be not angry,
Most mighty princess, that I have adventur'd
To try your taking a false report; which hath
Honour'd 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,

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