That I mean to thee. Tell thy Mistress how
The Cafe ftands with her; do't, as from thy felf:
Think what a chance thou chanceft on, but think
Thou haft thy Mistress ftill; to boot, my Son,
Who fhall take Notice of thee. I'll move the King
To any fhape of thy Preferment, fuch

As thou'lt defire; and then my felf, I chiefly
That fet thee on to this Defert, am bound
To load thy Merit richly. Call my Women. [Exit Pifanio.
Think on my words---A flye, and conftant Knave,
Not to be fhak'd; the Agent for his Mafter,
And the Remembrancer of her, to hold

The Hand faft to her Lord. I have given him that,
Which if he take, fhall quite unpeople her

Of Leidgers for her Sweet; and which the after,
Except the bend her humor, fhall be affur'd

To taste of too.

Enter Pifanio, and Ladies.
So, fo; well done, well done;

The Violets, Cowflips, and the Prim-Roses,
Bear to my Clofet; fare thee well, Pifanio,
Think on my words.

Pifa. And fhall do:

[Exit Queen and Ladies.

But when to my good Lord, I prove untrue,
I'll choak my felf; there's all I'll do for you.
Enter Imogen alone.

Imo. A Father cruel, and a Stepdame falfe,
A foolish Suitor to a wedded Lady,

That hath her Husband banish'd-O, that Husband!
My fupream Crown of Grief, and those repeated
Vexations of it had I been Thief-ftoln,
As my two Brothers, happy; but most miserable
Is the Defire that's Glorious. Bleffed be those
How mean fo e'er, that have their honeft Wills,
Which Seafons comfort. Who may this be? Fie!
Enter Pifanio, and fachimo.

Pif. Madam, a noble Gentleman of Rome,
Comes from my Lord with Letters.
Iach. Change you, Madam?
The worthy Leonatus is in fafety,
And greets your Highness dearly.

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[Exit.

Imo.

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. Boldnefs be my Friend;
Arm me Audacity from Head to Foot.

Or like the Parthian I fhall flying Fight,
Rather directly flye.

He is one of the

most infinitely tyed. your trust.

So far I read aloud.

Imogen reads.

Nobleft Note, to whose kindnesses I am
Reflect upon him accordingly, as you value

But even the very middle of

my Heart
Is warmed by th' reft, and take it thankfully-
You are as welcome, worthy Sir, as I

Have words to bid you, and fhall find it so
In all that I can do.

Iach. Thanks, fairest Lady;

Leonatus.

What, are Men mad? hath Nature given them Eyes
To fee this vaulted Arch, and the rich Crop
Of Sea and Land, which can diftinguish 'twixt
The fiery Orbs above, and the twinn'd Stones
Upon the number'd Beach? and can we not
Partition make with Spectacles fo precious
Twixt fair and foul?

Imo. What makes your Admiration?

Iach. It cannot be i'th' Eye; for Apes, and Monkeys,
Twixt two much She's, would chatter this way, and
Contemn with mowes the other. Nor i'th' judgment;
For Ideots in this Cafe of Favour, would

Be wifely definit. Nor in the Appetite,
Sluttery to fuch neat excellence oppos'd,
Should make Defire vomit emptiness,
Not fo allur'd to feed.

Imo. What is the matter trow?

lach. The cloyed Will,

That fatiate yet unfatisfy'd Defire, that Tub

Both fill'd and running: Ravening firft the Lamb,
Longs after for the Garbage-

Imo. What, dear Sir,

Thus raps you? are you well?

Iach. Thanks, Madam, well; beseech you, Sir, Defire my Man's abode, where I did leave him;

He's ftrange and peevish.

Pif. I was going, Sir,

To give him welcome.

Imo. Continues well my Lord?

His Health, befeech you?

Iach. Well, Madam.

[To Pifanio.

Imo. Is he difpos'd to Mirth? I hope he is. Iach. Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there, So merry, and fo gamefome; he is call'd

The Britain Reveller.

Imo. When he was here

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

Iach. I never faw him fad.

There is a Frenchman his Companion, one
An eminent Monfieur, that it seems much loves
A Gallian-Girl at home. He Furnaces

The thick fides from him; whiles the jolly Britain,
Your Lord I mean, laughs from's free Lungs,cries oh!
Can my fides hold, to think, that Man who knows
By Hiftory, Report, or his own proof

What Woman is, yea, what he cannot chuse
But muft be, will's free Hours languish,

For affur'd Bondage? ·

Imo. Will my Lord say fo?

Iach. Ay, Madam, with his Eyes in flood with laughter,

It is a Recreation to be by

And hear him mock the Frenchman:

But Heav'ns know fome Men are much to blame.

Imo. Not he, I hope.

Iach. Not he. But yet Heav'ns Bounty towards him, might

Be us'd more thankfully. In himself 'tis much;
In you, which I account his beyond all Talents,
Whilft I am 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 wrack difcern you in me
Deferves your Pity?

Iach. Lamentable! what

To hide me from the radiant Sun, and folace
I'th' Dungcon by a Snuff?

Imo. I pray you, Sir,

Deliver with more opennefs your Anfwers

To my Demands.

Lach. That others do,

Why do you pity me?

but

I was abour 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
Either are paft Remedies; or timely knowing,
The Remedy then born; Discover to me
What both you spur and stop.

Iach. Had I this Cheek

To bath my Lips upon; this Hand, whofe touch,
Whofe very touch would force the feeler's Soul
To th' Oath of Loyalty; this object, which
Takes Prifoner 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 Falfhood as with Labour?
Then glad my felf by peeping in an Eye
Base and unluftrious 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, I fear,

Has forgot Britain.

Lach. And himself; not I

Inclin'd to this Intelligence, pronounce

The Beggary of his Change; but 'tis your Graces

That

That from my muteft Confcience, to my Tongue,

Charms this report out.

Imo. Let me hear no more.

Iach. O dearest Soul! your Caufe doth ftrike my Heart With Pity, that doth make me fick. A Lady

So fair, and faftned 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 ventures
That play with all infirmities for Gold,

Which rottennefs can lend Nature! Such boyl'd ftuff
As well might poifon Poifon! Be reveng'd,

Or the that bore you was no Queen, and you
Recoil from your great Stock.

Imo. Reveng'd!

How should I be reveng'd if this be true,

As I have fuch a Heart, that both mine Ears
Mufl not in hafte abuse, if it be true,

How fhall I be reveng'd?

Iach. Should he make me

Live like Diana's Prieft, betwixt cold Shects;
Whiles he is Vaulting variable Ramps

In your Defpight, upon your Purfe; revenge
I dedicate my felf 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!

it.

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
Thou wouldst have told this Tale for Virtue, not
For fuch an end thou feek'ft, as base, as ftrange:
Thou wrong'ft a Gentleman, who is as far
From thy Report, as thou from Honour; and
Sollicit❜ft here a Lady, that difdairs

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 lawcy Stranger in his Court, to Mart
As in a Romifh Stew, and to Expound

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