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
Or are paft remedies, or timely knowing,
The remedy then born;) discover to me
What both you fpur and flop.

lach. Had I this cheek

To bath my lips upon; this hand, whose touch,
Whofe ev'ry touch would force the feeler's foul
To th' oath of loyalty; this object, which
Takes pris'ner the wild motion of mine eye,
Fixing it only here: fhould I, (damn'd then,)
Slaver with lips, as common as the ftairs
That mount the Capitol; join gripes with hands
Made hard with hourly falfhood, as with labour;
Then glad myself by peeping in an eye,
Bafe and unluftrous 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 Britaine.

lach. And himself.

Not I,

Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce

The beggary of this change; but 'tis your graces,
That from my muteft conscience, to my tongue,
Charms this report out.

Imo. Let me hear no more.

lach. O 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,

Would make the greateft King double! to be partner'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 boyl'd ftuff,
As well might poifon Poifon! Be reveng'd;

Or

Or fhe, that bore you, was no Queen, and you

Recoil from your great stock.

Imo. Reveng'd!

How fhould I be reveng'd, if this be true?

(As I have fuch a heart, that both mine ears
Muft not in hafte abufe ;) if it be true,
How fhall I be reveng'd?

Iach. Should he make me

Live like Diana's Priest, betwixt cold fheets?
Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps

In your defpight, upon your purfe? Revenge it :---
I dedicate myself 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 !

lach. Let me my fervice tender on your lips. Imo. Away!

I do condemn mine ears, that have
So long attended thee. If thou wert honourable,
Thou would't have told this tale for virtue, not
For fuch an end thou feek'ft; as bafe, as ftrange:
Thou wrong't a Gentleman, who is as far
From thy report, as thou from honour; and
Sollicit ft here a Lady, that difdains

Thee and the Devil alike. What ho, Pisanio!
The King my father fhall be made acquainted
Of thy affault; if he fhall think it fit,
A faucy ftranger in his court to mart
As in a Romih stew, and to expound
His beaftly mind to us; he hath a court
He little cares for, and a daughter whom
He not refpects at all. What ho, Pisanio!
Iach. O happy Leonatus, I may fay;
The credit that thy Lady hath of thee,
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 call'd his! and you his mistress, only
For the most worthieft fit! Give me your pardon.
I have spoke this, to know if your affiance

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Were

Were deeply rooted; and shall make your Lord,
That which he is, new o'er: and he is one
The trueft manner'd, fuch a holy witch,
That he enchants focieties into him:
Half all men's hearts are his.

Imo. You make amends.

Iach. He fits 'mong men, like a defcended God;
He hath a kind of hor.our 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; I had almost forgot
T'intreat your Grace but in a small request,
And yet of moment too, for it concerns
Your Lord; myself, and other noble friends
Are partners in the business.

Imo. Pray, what is't?

Iach. Some dozen Romans of us, and your Lord,
(Beft feather of our wing,) have mingled fums
To buy a prefent for the Emperor :

Which I, the factor for the rest, have done
In France; 'tis plate of rare device, and jewels
Of rich and exquifite form, their values great;
And I am fomething curious, being flrange,
To have them in fafe ftowage: may it please you
To take them in protection ?

Imo. Willingly;

And pawn mine honour for their fafety. Since
My Lord hath int'rest in them, I will keep them
In my bed chamber.

Iach. They are in a trunk,

Attended by my men: I will make bold
To fend them to you, only for this night;

I muft aboard to morrow.

Imo. O no, no.

Iach. Yes, I beseech you: or I shall short my word, By length'ning my return. From Gallia,

I croft the feas 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
To greet your lord with writing, do't to night.
I have outstood my time, which is material
To th' tender of our present.

Imo. I will write:

Send your trunk to me, it fhall fafe be kept,
And truly yielded you: You're very welcome. [Exeunt.

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SCENE, Cymbeline's Palace.

Enter Cloten, and two Lords.

CLOTEN.

AS 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 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.

1 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?

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2 Lord.

2 Lord. No, my lord; nor crop the ears of them.

[Afide. Clot. Whorfon 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 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 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. Ay, it is fit for your lordship only.

Clot. Why, fo I say.

1 Lord. Did you hear of a ftranger that's come to court to night?

not.

Clot. A tranger, and I not know on't?

2 Lord. He's a ftrange fellow himself, and knows it

[Afide. 1 Lord. There's an Italian come, and, 'tis thought, one of Leonatus's friends..

Clot. Leonatus! a banifh'd rafcal; and he's another, whatfoever he be. Who told you of this stranger? 1 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 easily, I think.

2 Lord You are a fool granted, therefore your iffues being foolish do not derogate.

[Afide. 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.

z Lord. I'll attend your lordship.

[Exit Clot.

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