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 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 will his free hours languish for But must be, 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? Am I one, sir? Iach. Two creatures, heartily. Imo. You look on me: What wreck discern you in me, Iach. Lamentable! What! To hide me from the radiant sun, and solace I'the dungeon by a snuff? Deliver with more openness your answers I was about to say, enjoy your It is an office of the gods to 'venge it, Imo. But You do seem to know Something of me, or what concerns me: 'Pray you, (Since doubting things go ill often hurts more and stop. 2 Iach. Had I this cheek 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 then join With hands made hard with hourly falsehood, (With falsehood as with labour;) 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, 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 heart With pity, that doth make me sick. A lady So fair, and fasten'd to an empery, 3 Would make the great'st king double! to be partner'd 2 What you seem anxious to utter, and yet withhold. 3 ? Sovereign command. With tomboys, hir'd with that self-exhibition 4 Imo. Reveng'd! Iach. 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, Thee and the devil alike. What ho, Pisanio!- A lady to the worthiest sir, that ever + Allowance, pension. For the most worthiest fit! Give me your pardon. 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, Which you know cannot err: The love I bear him for yours. Iach. My humble thanks. I had almost forgot Your lord; myself, and other noble friends, 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 Imot Willingly; My lord hath interest in them, I will keep them In my bed-chamber. Iach. They are in a trunk, Attended by my men: I will make bold Imo. O, no, no. Iach. Yes, I beseech; or I shall short my word, By lengthening my return. From Gallia I cross'd the seas on purpose, and on promise Imo. I thank you for your pains ; But not away to-morrow? Iach. Imo. Send I will write. your trunk to me! it shall safe be kept, And truly yielded you: You are very welcome. [Exeunt. ACT THE SECOND. SCENE I. Court before CYMBELINE'S Palace. Enter CLOTEN, and Two LORDS. 6 Clo. Was there ever man had such luck! when I kissed the jack upon an up-cast, to be hit away! I had a hundred pound on't: And then a jackanapes 6 He is describing his fate at bowls, the jack is the small wl at which the others are aimed. |