Pif. I was going, Sir, To give him welcome. Imo. Continues well my Lord His health, 'beseech you? Iach. Well, Madam. Imo. Is he difpos'd to mirth? I hope, he is. Iach. Exceeding pleafant; none a ftranger there So merry, and fo gamefome; he is call'd The Britain Reveller. Imo. When he was here, He did incline to sadness, and oft times Iach. I never faw him fad. There is a Frenchman his companion, one, The thick fighs from him; whiles the jolly Briton, Can my fides hold, to think, that man, who knows What woman is, yea, what she cannot chufe Will's free hours languifh for affured bondage? 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'n knows, Some men are much to blame. Imo. Not he, I hope. lach. Not he. But yet heav'n's bounty tow'rds him might Be us'd more thankfully. In himself, 'tis much; To pity too. Imo. What do you pity, Sir? Iach. Two creatures heartily. Imo. Am I one, Sir? You look on me; what wreck difcern you in me, lach. Lamentable! what! To hide me from the radiant fun, and folace Imo. I pray you, Sir, Deliver with more openness your answers To my demands. Why do you pity me? Iach. That others do, I was about to fay, enjoy your-but Imo. You do feem to know Something of me, or what concerns me. Pray you, Iach. Had I this cheek To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch, 8 That mount the Capitol ; 3 join gripes with hands 6 timely knowing,] Rather timely known. 7 What both you Spur and flop.] What it is that at once incites you to fpeak, and restrains you from it. & join gripes with hand, &c.] The old edition reads, join gripes with hands Made hard with hourly falfhood, (falfhood as I With labour) then by peeping in an eye, &c. read, -then lye peepingThe authour of the prefent regulation of the text I do not know, but have suffered it to ftand, the not right. Hard with falfbood, is, hard by being often griped with frequent change of hands. Made Made hard with hourly falfhood, as with labour; Imo. My Lord, I fear, Iach. And himself. Not I, Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce The beggary of this change; "but 'tis your graces, 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 faften'd to an empery, Would make the great'ft King double! to be partner'd Which rottennefs lends nature! fuch boyl'd stuff, Imo. Reveng'd! How should I be reveng'd, if this be true? How fhall I be reveng'd? lach. Should he make me Live like Diana's Prieft, betwixt cold fheets? In your defpight, upon your purfe? Revenge it! 9 —hir'd with that felf-exhi❤ with the very pension which you bition] Groft Arumpets, hired allow your husband. And And will continue faft to your affection, Still clofe, as fure. Imo. What ho, Pifanio! Iach. Let me my fervice tender on your lips. Thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue, not From thy report, as thou from honour; and Thee, and the Devil alike. What ho, Pifanio! Half all men's hearts are his. Imo. You make amends. Iach. He fits 'mong men, like a defcended God; . As in a Romith few,] The ftews of Rome are defervedly cenfured by the reformed. This is one of many inftances in which Shake/peare has mingled the manners of diftant ages in this play. He He hath a kind of honour fets him off, Which, you know, cannot err. The love I bear him, Made me to fan you thus; but the Gods made you, Unlike all others, chafflefs. Pray, your pardon. Imo. All's well, Sir. for yours. Take my pow'r i' th' court Iach. My humble thanks; I had almoft forgot Imo. Pray, what is't? Iach. Some dozen Romans of us, and your Lord, Which I, the factor for the reft, have done Imo. Willingly; And pawn mine honour for their fafety. Since Iach. They are in a trunk, Attended by my men: I will make bold To fend them to you, only for this night; Imo. O no, no. Iach. Yes, I beseech you: or I fhall short By length'ning my return. From Gallia, VOL. VII. U |