Slaver with lips as common as the stairs That mount the Capitol; join gripes with hand Imo. My Lord, I fear, Has forgot Britain. Iach. And himself. 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. O dearest foul! your caufe doth ftrike my heart With pity, that doth make me fick. A lady So fair, and fastened to an empery, Would make the greatest king double! to be partWith tomboys, hired with that felf-exhibition [ner'd Which your own coffers yield !---with difeafed venThat play with all infirmities for gold, [tures, Which rottennefs lends nature! fuch boiled stuff As well might poifon Poifon! Be revenged; Or fhe, that bore you was no Queen, and you Recoil from your great flock. Imo. Revenged ! How should I be revenged, if this be true? How fhall be revenged? Iach. Should he make me Live like Diana's priest between cold sheets? In your despite, upon your purfe? Revenge it: I dedicate myself to your fweet pleasure, Imo. What ho, Pifanio! Iach. Let me my service tender on your lips. Thee and the devil alike. What, ho, Pifanio! A Lady to the worthieft Sir that ever Country called his! and you his mistress, only Imo. You make amends. Iach. He fits 'mongst men, like a defcended god; He hath a kind of honour fets him off, Which, you know, cannot err. The love I bear him Iach. My humble thanks. I had almost forgot T'intreat your Grace but in a fiall request, And yet of moment too, for it concerns Your Lord: myself, and other noble friends Imo. Pray, what is't? lach. Some dozen Romans of us, and your Lord, (Beft feather of our wing) have mingled fùms To buy a prefent for the Emperor: Which I, the factor of the reft, have done Imo. Willingly; And pawn mine honour for their fafety. Since My Lord hath intereft in them, I will keep them In my bed-chamber. lach. They are in a trunk, Attended by my men: I will make bold I muft aboard to-morrow. Ims. O no, no. Iach. Yes, I befeech you: or I fhall fhort my word, VOL. X. U By lengthening my return. From Gallia Imo. I thank you for your pains; Iach. O, 1 muft, Madam. Therefore I fhall befeech you, if you please Imo. I will write : Send your trunk to me, it shall safe be kept, [Exeunt. A C T II. SCENE, Cymbeline's Palace. Enter CLOTEN, and two Lords. CLOTEN. WAs there ever man had fuch luck! when I kifs'd the Jack upon an up-caft, to be hit away! I had an hundred pound on't; and then a whorefon jackanapes muft take me up for fwearing, as if I borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure. his 1 Lord. What got he by that? you have broke pate with your bowl. I Lord. If his wit had been like him that broke it, it would have run all out. [Afide. Clot. When a gentleman is difpofed to fwear, it is not for any ftanders-by to curtail his oaths. Ha? 2 Lord. No, my Lord; nor crop the ears of them. [Afide. Glot. Whorefon dog! I give him fatisfaction? 'would he had been one of my rank. 2 Lord. To have fmelt like a fool.- [Afide, Clot. I am not vext more at any thing in the earth,- a pox on't! I had rather not be fo noble as I am; they dare not fight with me, because of the Queen my mother; every Jack-flave hath his belly full of fighting, and i muft go up and downs like a cock that no body can match. 2 Lord. You are a cock and a capon too; and you crow, cock, with your comb on. Clot Sayeft thou? [Afide. 2 Lord. It is not fit your Lordship fhould under-take every companion that you give offence to. Clot. No, I know that; but it is fit I fhould commit offence to my inferiors. 2 Lord. Ay, it is fit for your Lordship only.--Clot. Why, fo I fay. 1 Lord. Did you hear of a stranger that's come to court to-night? Clot. A ftranger, and I know not on't? 2 Lord. He is a ftrange fellow himself, and knows it not. [Afide. 1 Lord. There's an Italian come, and 'tis thought, one of Leonatus' friends. Clot. Leonatus! a banished rafcal; and he's another, whatfoever he be. Who told you of this ftranger? Lord. One of your Lordship's pages. Clot. Is it fit I went to look upon him? is there no derogation in't? I Lord. You cannot derogate, my Lord. |