That from my muteft Confcience, to my Tongue, 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 Which rottennefs can lend Nature! Such boyl'd ftuff Imo. Reveng'd! How should I be reveng'd if this be true,' How fhall I be reveng'd? Iach. Shou'd he make me Live like Diana's Prieft, betwixt cold Sheets ; In your Delpight, upon your Purfe; revenge it. Imo. What ho, Pifanio! Iach. Let me iny Service tender on your Lips. Thee, and the Devil alike. What, ho, Pifanio! H 4 His His beaftly Mind to us; he hath a Court Imo. You make amends. Iach. He fits amongst Men, like a defcended God; Which you know cannot err. The Love I bear him, Imo. All's well, Sir; take my Power ith' Court for yours. Iach. My humble Thanks; I had almoft forgot Your Lord; my felf, and other Noble Friends Imo. Pray what is't? Iach. Some dozen Romans of us, and your Lord, The beft Feather of our Wing, have mingled Sums To buy a Present for the Emperor : Which I, the Factor for the reft, have done And And I am something curious, being ftrange, To take them in Protection. Imo. Willingly; And pawn mine Honour for their Safety, fince 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 befeech you: Or I fhall fhort my word By length'ning my return. From Gallia, I croft the Seas on purpose, and on promise To fee your Grace. 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 Το greet your Lord with writing, do't to Night, I have out-ftood my time, which is material To th' tender of our Prefent. Imo. I will write: Send your Trunk to me, it shall be fafe kept, And truly yielded you: You're very welcome. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. SCENE The Palace. Enter Cloten, and two Lords. Clot. 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 whorfon Jack-anApes must take me up for Swearing, as if I borrow'd mine Oaths of him, and might not fpend them at my Pleasure. I Lord. What got he by that? you have broke his Pate with your Bowl. 2 Lord. 2 Lord. If his Wit had been like him that broke it; it would have run all out. Glot. 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. Clot. Whorfon Dog! I give him fatisfaction? Would he had been one of my Rank. 2 Lord. To have fmelt like a Fool. 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 must go up and down 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. [Afide. Clot. Say'ft thou? 2 Lord. It is not fit your Lordship fhould 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. 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 Stranger, and I not know on't? a Lord. He's a ftrange Fellow himself, and knows it not. 1 Lord. There's an Italian come, and 'tis thought one of Leonatus's Friends. Clot. Leonatus! A banish'd Rafcal; and he's another, wherefoever he be. Who told you of this Stranger? I Lord. One of your Lordship's Pages. Clot. Is it fit I went to look upon him? Is there no derogation in't? 2 Lord. You cannot derogate, my Lord. Clot. Not eafily, I think. 2 Lord. You are a Fool granted, therefore being Foolish, do not derogate. your Iffues Clot. Come, I'll go fee this Italian: What I have loft to day at Bowls, I'll win to Night of him. Come; go. [Exit Clot. Should Should yield the World this Afs: A Woman, that Of the divorce-he'll make the Heav'ns hold firm SCENE II. A magnificent Bedchamber, in one part of it a large Trunk. Imogen is difcover'd reading in her Bed, a Lady attending. Imo. Who's there? My Woman Helen? Lady. Please you, Madam Imo. What Hour is it? Lady. Almoft Midnight, Madam. Imo. I have read three Hours then, mine Eyes are weak, Fold down the Leaf where I have left; to Bed Take not away the Taper, leave it burning: And if thou canst awake by four o'th' Clock, I prithee call me Sleep hath feiz'd me wholly. [Exit Lady. To your protection I commend me, Gods, From Fairies, and the Tempters of the Night, Guard me, befeech ye, [Sleeps. [Iachimo rifes from the Trunk lach. The Crickets fing, and Man's o'er-labour'd Senfe, Repairs it felf by reft: Our Tarquin thus Did foftly prefs the Rufhes, e'er he waken'd The Chastity he wounded. Cytherea, How bravely thou becom'ft thy Bed! Fresh Lilly, Bows |