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lach. Change you, Madam ?. The worthy Leonatus is in safety, And greets your Highness dearly.

Imo. Thanks, good Sir, You're kindly welcome.

lach. All of her that is out of door, most rich! If she be furnish'd with a mind fo rare, [Afider She is alone th' 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.

Imogen reads, He is one of the noblest note, to whose kindnesses I am most infinitely tied, Reflect upon him accordingly, as yor value your truest

LEONATUS,
So far I read aloud:
But even the

very middle of my heart
Is warm’d by th’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,

lach. Thanks, fairest Lady-
What! are men mad? bath nature given them eyes
To fee this vaulted arch, and the rich cope
Of sea and land, which can distinguish 'twixt
The fiery orbs above, and the twinn'd stones
Upon th' humbld beach ? and can we not
Partition make with spectacles so precious
'Twixt fair and foul.

Imo. What makes your admiration?.

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

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

That fatiate, yet unsatisfy'd defire, (that tab
Both filld and running); ravening first the lamb,
Longs after for the garbage-

Imo. What, dear Sir,
Thus

raps you ? are you well ? lach. Thanks, Madam, well-'Beseech you, Sir,

[T, Pifanio. Defire

my man's abode, where I did leave him ; He's strange and peevilh.

Pif. I was going, Sir, To give him welcome.

[Exit Pisanin, Imo. Continues well

my

Lord
His health, 'beseech you?

lach Well,. Madam.
Imo. Is he dispos'd to mirth? I hope he is.

lach. Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger chere
So merry and so gamesome; he is callid
The Briton Reveller.

Imo. When he was here,
He did incline to sadness, and oft-times
Not knowing why.
-Iach. I never faw him fad.
There is a Frenchman his companion, one
An eminent Monsieur, that, it seems, much loves
A Galian girl at home. He furnaces
The thick lighs from him; whiles the jolly Briton
(Your Lord, I mean) laughs from's free lungs, cries,

Oh!
Can my sides 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 bis free hours languish out
For assur'd bondage ?

Imo. Will my Lord say fo?

lach, Ay, Madam, with his eyes in flood with laughIt is a recreation to be by,

[ter. And hear him mock the Frenchman; but heav'n knows, Some men are much to blanie.

Imo, Not he, I hope.

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

Whilst l'am bound to wonder, I au 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 !

lach. Lamentable! what!
To hide me from the radiant sun, and solace
l'th' dungeon by a snuff !

Imo. I pray you, sir,
Deliver with more openness.your answers
To my demands. Why do you pity me?

lach. 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,

Inno. You do seem to know Something of me, or what concerns me; pray yolls, (since doubting things go ill, often hurts more Than to be sure they do ; for certainties Or are past remedies, or timely known, The remedy's then born), discover to me What both you fpur and stop,

lach. Had I this cheek To bathe my lips upon ; this haod, whose touch, Whole

very

touch would force the feeler's soul
To th' oath of loyalty ; this object, which
Takes pris'ner: 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, as with labour;
Then glad myself by peeping in an eye,
Base and unlustrous as the smoaky, light
That's fed with stinking tallow; it were fit,
That all the plagues of hell should at one time.
Encounter such revolt.

Imo. My Lord, I fear,
Has forgot Britain.
Jach, And himself,

Not I,
Inclin d to this intelligence, pronounce

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

Imo. Let me hear no more.

lach. Oh dearest foul! 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'ft King double ! to be partnerid
With tomboys, hir'd with that self-exhibition
Which your own coffers yield ! -with diseas'd ven-
That play with all'infirmities for gold, stures,
Which rottennefs lends nature ! such boild stuff,
As well might poison poison !. Be revenged ;
Or the that bore you was no Queen, and you
Recoil from your great Itock.

Into. Reveng'd!
How shall I be reveng'd if this be true ?
(As I have such a heart, that both mine ears:
Must not in hafte abuse); if it be true,
How should I be reveng'd?

lach. 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 sweet pleature,
More noble than that runagate to your bed ;
And will continue fast to your affection,
Still close as sure,

Imo. What ho, Pisanio !
lach. Let me my service tender on your lips.

Imo. Away'! I do condemn mine ears, that have
3o long attended thee. If thou wert honourable,
Thou would't have told this tale for virtue, not
For such an end thou leek'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 difdains
Thee and the devil alike. What ho, Pifanio im
The King my father shall be made acquainted
Of thy aífault ; if he shall think it fit,
A faucy Atranger in his court to mart
As in a Romiih stew, and to expound

His beally mind to us; he hath a court-
He little cares for, and a daughter whom
He not respects at all. What bo, Pisanio !

Iach. O happy Leonatus, I may fay;
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 co the worthiest Sir that ever,
Country callid his ! and you his mistress, only
For the most worthielt fit! Give me your pardon..
I have spoke this, to know if your

affiance
Were deeply rooted ; and shall make your Lords,
That which he is, new o'er : and he is one:
The truest manner'd, such a holy witch,
That he inchants societies into him :.
Half all men's hearts are his,

Imo. You make amends.

lach. He fits.'mong men like a defcended 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 of 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. I he love I bear him, Made

you thus;

but the gods made you, Unlike all others, chaffless. Pray, your pardon. 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 small request;
And yet of moment too, for it concerås
Your Lord; myself and other noble friends
Are partners in the business,

Imo. Pray, what is't?

lach. Some dozen Romans of us, and your Lord,, (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 exquisice form, their values great ; And I am something curious, being Itrange...

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