As my two brothers, happy! but most miserable Pis. Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome; lach. Change you, madam? [Presents a Letter. Thanks, good sir: lach. All of her, that is out of door, most rich! If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare, Have lost the wager. Boldness be my friend! Or, like the Parthian, I shall flying fight; [Aside. him Imo. [Reads] He is one of the noblest note, to whose kindness I am most infinitely tied. Reflect upon 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.- Have words to bid you; and shall find it so, lach. 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 1mo. What is the matter, trow? (That satiate yet unsatisfied desire, The cloyed will That tub both fill'd and running) ravening first Imo. Thus raps you? Are you well? Iach. Thanks, madam; well:-'Beseech, you, sir, desire My man's abode where I did leave him: he What, dear sir, [To Pisanio. Is strange and peevish. Pis. I was going, sir, To give him welcome. [Exit Pisanio. lach. Well, madam. [you? Imo. Continues well my lord? His health, 'beseech Imo. Is he dispos'd to mirth? I hope, he is. Jach. Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there So merry and so gamesome: he is call'd The Briton reveller. Imo. When he was here, He did incline to sadness; and oft times Not knowing why. Iach. The thick sighs from him; whiles the jolly Briton What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose 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. [might lach. Not he: But yet heaven's bounty towards him 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. What do you pity, sir? lach. Two creatures, heartily. Imo. Am I one, sir? 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? 1mo. I pray you, sir, Deliver with more openness your answers To my demands. Why do you pity me? lach. That others do, But I was about to say, enjoy your- Imo. You do seem to know Either are past remedies; or, timely knowing, Had I this cheek Iach. That mount the Capitol; join gripes with hands My lord, I fear, And himself. Not I, Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce The beggary of his change; but 'tis your graces 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, " 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, Or she, that bore you, was no queen, and you, Imo... Revenged! Iach. Should he make me Live like Diana's priest, betwixt cold sheets; In your despite, upon your purse? Revenge it. Imo. What ho, Pisanio! lach. Let me my service tender on your lips. Thee and the devil alike.-What ho, Pisanio!- Country call'd his! and you his mistress, only Half all men's hearts are his. You make amends. Imo. lach. 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 |