Iach. All of her, that is out of door, most rich! [Afide. 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! Or like the Parthian I fhall flying fight, Rather directly flye. Imogen reads. He is one of the nobleft note, to whofe kindnesses I am most infinitely tyed: Reflect upon him accordingly, as you value your 'trueft, 9 So far I read aloud. But even the very middle of my heart Leonatus. Is warmed by the reft, and takes it thankfully. Iach. Thanks, faireft Lady. What, are men mad? hath nature giv'n them eyes Imo. What makes your admiration? Iach. It cannot be i' th' eye; for apes and monkeys, 'Twixt two fuch She's, would chatter this way, and Contemn with mowes the other. Nor i' th' judgment; For Idiots in this cafe of favour would old edit. Theob, emend. Be wifely definite. Nor in the appetite; Imo. What is the matter, trow? Iach. The cloyed will, That fatiate, yet unfatisfy'd defire, that tub Imo. What, dear Sir, Thus raps you? are you well? 2 [Exit Pifanio. Imo. Continues well my Lord? his health, 'befeech Jack. Well, Madam. [you. Imo. Is he difpos'd to mirth? I hope he is. Iach. Exceeding pleafant; 'not a stranger there So merry and fo gamefome; he is call'd The Briton 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 An eminent monfieur, that it feems much loves A Gallian girl at home: He furnaces The thick fighs from him; whiles the jolly Briton, (Your Lord I mean,) laughs from's free lungs, cries Ob!Can my fides bold, to think, that man who knows By biftory, report, or his own proof, What woman is, yea, what he cannot chufe Imo. Will my Lord fay fo? 2 peevish. 3 was going, 4 none Iach. 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 Be us'd more thankfully: In himself 'tis much; 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 Deferves your pity? Iach. Lamentable! what! To hide me from the radiant fun, and folace Imo. I pray you, Sir, Deliver with more opennefs your answers I was about 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 but Something of me, or what concerns me; pray you Iach. Had I this cheek 5 To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whofe touch, 1 4 5 knowing, The remedy then born, Takes Takes pris❜ner the wild motion of mine eye, Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce The beggary of his 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 faftned to an empery Would make the great'ft King double, to be partner'd Imo. Reveng'd, alas! How fhould I be reveng'd, if this be true? How fhall I be reveng'd? Iach. Should he make me Live like Diana's 'prieftefs, 'twixt cold fheets ? 6 prieft, betwixteld edit. Warb, emend, In your defpight, upon your purfe? revenge Imo. What ho, Pifanio! it! Iach. Let me my fervice tender on your lips. Thee, and the devil alike. What ho, Pifanio! Imo. You make amends. lach. He fits 'mongst men like a defcended God; He hath a kind of honour fets him off, 7 into More |