To my demands. Why do you pity me? Iach. That others do, I was about to fay. Enjoy your It is an office of the gods to venge it, Not mine to fpeak on't. Imo. You do feem to know -but Something of me, or what concerns me. Pray you, Iach. Had I this cheek To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whofe touch, Imo. My Lord, I fear, Has forgot Britain. Iach. And himself. Not I, Inclin'd 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. Oh dearest foul! your caufe doth strike my heart With pity, that doth make me fick. A lady So fair, and faften'd to an empery, * Rather, timely known. Johnson. What it is that at once incites you to speak, and reftrains you from it. Ib. Would make the greateft King double! to be part ner'd With tomboys, hir'd with that self-exhibition Which your own coffers yield—with difeas'd ventures, That play with all infirmities for gold, Which rottennefs lends nature! fuch boil'd stuff, Imo. Reveng'd! How should I be reveng'd, if this be true? Iach. Should he make me Live like Diana's prieft, betwixt cold sheets, In your defpight, upon your purfe? Revenge it! Imo. What, ho, Pifanio! Iach. Let me my fervice tender on your lips. So long attended thee. If thou wert honourable, Thee and the devil alike. What ho, Pifanio !- Grofs frumpets, hired with the very pension which you allow your husband. Johnjon. He little cares for, and a daughter whom Deferves thy truft, and thy most perfect goodness. Her affur'd credit! Bleffed live you long, A lady to the worthieft Sir that ever Country called his! and you his mistress, only Imo. You make amends. Iach. He fits 'mong men like a defcended god; He hath a kind of honour fets him off, More than a mortal feeming. Be not angry, Moft mighty Princefs, that I have adventur'd To try your taking of a falfe report; which hath Honour'd with confirmation your great judgment, In the election of a Sir fo rare, 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. Take my pow'r i' th' court for yours. Iach. My humble thanks; had almoft forgot Tintreat your Grace but in a fiall request, And yet of moment too, for it concerns Your Lord; myfelf, and other noble friends Are partners in the business. Imo. Pray, what is't? Iach. Some dozen Romans of us, and your Lord, Which I, the factor of the reft, have done M To take them in protection? Imo. Willingly; And pawn mine honour for their fafety. Since My Lord hath int'reft in them, I will keep them In my bed-chamber. Iach. They are in a trunk, Attended by my men: I will make bold Imo. O no, no. Iach. Yes, I beseech you; or I fhall fhort my word, By length'ning my return. From Gallia I croft the feas, on purpose and on promise Imo. I thank you for your pains; But not away to-morrow? Iach. O, I muft, Madam. Therefore I fhall befeech you, if you please Imo. I will write : Send your trunk to me, it fhall fafe be kept, And truly yielded you. You're very welcome. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I, Cymbeline's Palace. Enter Cloten and two Lords. Cloten. AS there ever man had fuch luck! when I W kifs'd the Jack upon an up-caft, to be hit away! I had an hundred pound on't. And then a whorefon jack-an-apes must take me up for fwearing; as if I borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure. I Lord. What got he by that? you have broke his pate with your bowl. 2 Lord. If his wit had been like him that broke it, it would have run all out. [Afide. Clot. When a gentleman is difpos'd 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. Clot. 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 vezt 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 must go up and down like a cock that nobody can match. 2 Lord. You are a cock and a capon too; and you crow, cock, with your comb on. [Afide. Clot. Say't thou? 1 Lord. It is not fit your Lordship should undertake 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. It is fit for your Lord(hip only. Clot. Why, fo I fay. 1 Lord. Did you hear of a ftranger that's come to court to-night? Clot. A ftranger, and I not know on't? 2 Lord. He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it not. [Afide. i Lord. There's an Italian come, and, 'tis thought, one of Leonatus's friends. Clot. Leonatus! a banih'd rafcal; and he's another, whatsoever he be. Who told you of this ftranger? 1 Lord. One of your Lordship's pages. Clot. Is it fit I went to look upon him? is there no derogation in't? * The use of companion was the fame as of fellow now. It was a word of contempt. Johnjon. |