So merry and so gamesome: he is call'd IMOGEN. IACH. When he was here He did incline to sadness; and ofttimes I never saw him sad. The thick sighs from him; whiles the jolly Briton Can my sides hold, to think that man,-who knows, What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose But must be,-will his free hours languish for IMOGEN. 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. IMOGEN. Not he, I hope. IACH. Not he: but yet heaven's bounty towards him might To hide me from the radiant sun, and solace IMOGEN. I pray you, sir, IACH. That others do, I was about to say-enjoy your-But IMOGEN. Іасн. Something of me, or what You do seem to know concerns me. Pray you, (Since doubting things go ill, often hurts more Had I this cheek, IMOGEN. IACH. Has forgot Britain. My lord, I fear, And himself. Not I, The beggary of his change; but 'tis your graces IMOGEN. Let me hear no more. (passes over to L.) IACH. Oh, 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 part ner'd With tomboys, hir'd with that self-exhibition IMOGEN. Reveng❜d! IACH. How should I be reveng'd? If this be true, Should he make me In your despite, upon your purse? Revenge it. IMOGEN. What ho, Pisanio! Thee and the devil alike. (crosses, R.) What, ho! The king my father shall be made acquainted He not respects at all. (crosses behind to L.) What IACH. O happy Leonatus! I may say, The credit that thy lady hath of thee A lady to the worthiest sir, that ever That which he is, new o'er. And he is one Half all men's hearts are his. IMOGEN. You make amends. More than a mortal seeming. Be not angry, The love I bear him Made me to fan you thus; but the gods made you. (kneels) IMOGEN. All's well, sir. Take my power i' the Court for yours. (passes to R.) 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. IMOGEN. 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, IMOGEN. IACH. Willingly; They are in a trunk, IMOGEN. O, no, no. IACH. Yes, I beseech; or I shall short my word, IMOGEN. IACH. I thank you for your pains; O, I must, madam : IMOGEN. I will write. SCENE THIRD.-Court before Cymbeline's Palace. Enter CLOTEN, MADAN and Pisanio, r. CLOTEN. Was there ever man had such luck! when I kissed the jack, upon an upcast to be hit away! I had a hundred pound on't: And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure. MADAN. (L.) What got he by that? You have broke his pate with your bowl. PISAN. (R., aside) If his wit had been like him that broke it, it would have ran all out. CLOTEN. When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths; Ha? PISAN. No, my lord; (aside) nor crop the ears of them. CLOTEN. Whoreson dog! I give him satisfaction? Would he had been one of my rank! PISAN. (aside) To have smelt like a fool. CLOTEN. I am not vexed more at anything in the earth. A plague on't! I had rather not be so noble as I am. They dare not fight with me, because of the queen my mother; every jackslave hath his belly-full of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that nobody can match, |