Iach. Change you, Madam?. The worthy Leonatus is in fafety, And greets your Highness dearly. Imo. Thanks, good Sir,

You're kindly welcome.

Iach. All of her that is out of door, moft rich! If the be furnish'd with a mind fo rare,

She is alone th' Arabian bird; and I

Have loft the wager. Boldness be my friend!
Arm me, Audacity, from head to foot:
Or like the Parthian, I fhall flying fight,
Rather directly fly.

He is one of the

most infinitely tied, value your trueft

So far I read aloud:

Imogen reads.

[Afide

nobleft note, to whose kindnesses I am Reflect upon him accordingly, as you

But even the very middle of my heart

LEONATUS.

Is warm'd by th' reft, and takes it thankfully.
You are as welcome, worthy Sir, as I

Have words to bid you; and shall find it fo,
In all that I can do.

Iach. Thanks, faireft Lady

What! are men mad? hath nature given them
To fee this vaulted arch, and the rich cope
Of fea and land, which can distinguish 'twixt
The fiery orbs above, and the twinn'd stones
Upon th' humbl'd beach? and can we not
Partition make with fpectacles fo precious
'Twixt fair and foul.

Imo. What makes your admiration?

eyes

Iach. It cannot be i' th' eye; (for apes and monkeys,
'Twixt two fuch fhe's, would chatter this way, and
Contemn with mowes the other): nori' th' judgement;
For idiots, in this cafe of favour, would
Be wifely definite, nor i' th' appetite;
Slutt'ry, to fuch neat excellence oppos'd,
Should make defire vomit emptiness,
Not fo allur'd to feed.

Imo. What is the matter, trow?
Iach. The cloyed will,

That fatiate, yet unfatisfy'd defire, (that tub
Both fill'd and running); ravening first the lamb,
Longs after for the garbage-

Imo. What, dear Sir,

Thus raps you? are you well?

Iach. Thanks, Madam, well-Befeech you, Sir,

[To Pifanio.

Defire my man's abode, where I did leave him;

He's ftrange and peevish.

Pif. I was going, Sir,

To give him welcome.

[Exit Pifanio,

Imo. Continues well my Lord

His health, 'beseech you?

Iach Well,. Madam.

Imo. Is he difpos'd to mirth? I hope he is.

Iach. Exceeding pleafant; none a stranger there So merry and fo gamefome; he is call'd

The Briton Reveller.

Imo. When he was here,

He did incline to fadness, and oft-times
Not knowing why.

-Iach. I never faw him fad.

There is a Frenchman his companion, one

An eminent Monfieur, that, it feems, much loves
A Gallian girl at home.

He furnaces

The thick fighs from him; whiles the jolly Briton
(Your Lord, I mean) laughs from's free lungs, cries,
Oh!

Can my fides hold, to think, that man, who knows
By history, report, or his own proof,

What woman is, yea, what she cannot chuse
But must be, will his free hours languish out

For affur'd bondage?

Imo. Will my Lord fay fo?

Iach, Ay, Madam, with his eyes in flood with laugh

It is a recreation to be by,

[ter.

And hear him mock the Frenchman; but heav'n knows,

Some men are much to blame.

Imo, Not he, I hope.

Iach. Not he. But yet heav'n's bounty tow'rds him Be us'd more thankfully. In himfelf is much; [might In you, whom I count his, beyond all talents;

Whilft Iam 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 difcern you in me,
Deferves your pity!

Iach. Lamentable! what!

To hide me from the radiant fun, and folace
I' th' dungeon by a fnuff!

Imo. I pray you, Sir,

Deliver with more openness your answers

To my demands.

Why do you pity me?

-but

lach. That others do,

I was about to fay, enjoy your—

It is an office of the gods to venge it,

Not mine to speak on't,

Imo. You do feem to know

Something of me, or what concerns me; pray you,
(Since doubting things go ill, often hurts more.
Than to be fure they do; for certainties
Or are paft remedies, or timely known,
The remedy's then born), difcover to me
What both you spur and stop.

To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whofe touch,,
Whose very touch would force the feeler's foul
To th' oath of loyalty; this object, which
Takes pris'ner the wild motion of mine eye,
Fixing it only here; fhould I (damn'd then)
Slaver with lips, as common as the stairs
That mount the Capitol; join gripes with hands
Made hard with hourly faltehood; as with labour;;
Then glad myself by peeping in an eye,
Bafe and unluftrous as the fmoaky light
That's fed with ftinking tallow; it were fit,
That all the plagues of hell fhould at one time
Encounter fuch revolt.

Imo. My Lord, 1 fear,

Has forgot Britain.

Iach. And himfelt.

Not I,

Inclined to this intelligence, pronounce

The beggary of his change; but 'tis your graces,
That from my muteft confcience, to my tongue,
Charms this report out.

Imo. Let me hear no more.

Iach. Oh dearest foul! your caufe doth strike my heart With pity, that doth make me fick. A lady

So fair, and faften'd to an empery,

Would make the great'ft King double! to be partner'd With tomboys, hir'd with that felf-exhibition

Which your own coffers yield!

-with difeas'd ven

That play with all infirmities for gold,

[tures, Which rottennefs lends nature! fuch boil'd ftuff, As well might poifon poifon ! Be revenged; Or fhe that bore you was no Queen, and you Recoil from your great stock.

Imo. Reveng'd!

How fhall I be reveng'd if this be true?
(As I have such a heart, that both mine ears
Muft not in hafte abufe); if it be true,
How should I be reveng’4 ?

Iach. Should he make me

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

In your defpight, upon your purfe? Revenge it :-
I dedicate myself to your fweet pleasure,

More noble than that runagate to your bed;
And will continue faft to your affection,..

Still clofe as fure,

Imo. What ho, Pifanio!

Jach. Let me my fervice tender on your lips.

Imo. Away!I do condemn mine ears, that have If thou wert honourable,

So long attended thee.

Thou would't have told this tale for virtue, not
For fuch an end thou feek't, as base as ftrange.
Thou wrong'st a gentleman, who is as far
From thy report, as thou from honour; and
Solicit❜ft here a lady that difdains

Thee and the devil alike. What ho, Pifanio
The King my father fhall be made acquainted
Of thy affault; if he fhall think it fit,
A faucy ftranger in his court to mart
As in a Romish ftew, and to expound

His beatly mind to us; he hath a court
He little cares for, and a daughter whom
He not refpects at all. What ho, Pifanio !

Iach. O happy Leonatus, I may fay;
The credit that thy lady hath of thee

Deferves thy truft; and thy most perfect goodness.
Her affur'd credit! bleffed live you long,

A lady to the worthiest Sir that ever

Country call'd his! and you his mistress, only
For the most worthieft fit! Give me your pardon.
I have spoke this, to know if your affiance
Were deeply rooted; and fhall make your Lord,,
That which he is, new o'er : and he is one
The trueft manner'd, fuch a holy witch,
That he inchants focieties into him :.
Half all men's hearts are his,

Imo. You make amends.

Iach. He fits 'mong men like a defcended god ::
He hath a kind of honour fets him off,

More than a mortal feeming. Be not angry,
Moft mighty Princess, that I have adventur'd
To try your taking of a falfe report; which hath
Honour'd with confirmation your great judgment
In the election of a Sir, fo
Which you know.cannot.err. 'I he love I bear him,
Made me to fan you thus; but the gods made you,
Unlike all others, chafflefs. Pray, your pardon.

rare,

Imo. All's well, Sir; take my power i' th' court for your's.

Iach. My humble thanks. I had almost forgot T' intreat your Grace but in a fmall request;

And yet of moment too, for it concerns

Your Lord; myfelf and other noble friends
Are partners in the business,

Imo. Pray, what is't?

Iach. Some dozen Romans of us, and your Lord,, (Beft feather of our wing), have mingled fums To buy a prefent for the Emperor:

Which I, the factor for the rest, have done
In France; 'tis plate of rare device, and jewels.
Of rich and exquifite form, their values great ;;
And I am fomething curious, being strange,