As my two brothers, happy! but most miserable
Is the desire that's glorious: Blessed be those,
How mean soe'er, that have their honest wills,
Which seasons comfort.-Who may this be? Fie!

Enter Pisanio and lachIMO.
Pis. Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome;
Comes from my lord with letters. ·
lach.

Change you, madam ?
The worthy Leonatus is in safety,
And greets your highness dearly. [Presents a Letter.
Imo.

Thanks, good sir : You are kindly welcome. lach. All of her, that is out of door, most rich!

[Aside. If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare, She is alone the Arabian bird; and I Have lost the wager. Boldness be my friend ! Arm me, audaeity, from head to foot! Or, like the Parthian, I shall flying fight; Rather, direcily fly.

Imo. [Reads] He is one of the noblest note, to whose kindness I am most infinitely tied. Reflect upon him accordingly, as you value your truest

LEONATUS. So far I read aloud: But even the very middle of my heart Is warm’d by the rest, and takes it thankfully.You are as welcome, worthy: sir, as I Have words to bid you; and shall find it so, In all that I can do. lach.

Thanks, fairest lady.What! are men mad? Hath nature given them eyes To see this vaylted arch, and the rich crop Of sea and land, which can distinguish 'twixt The fiery orbs above, and the twinn'd stones Upon the number'd beach? and can we not Partition make with spectacles so precious Twixt fair and foul ? Imo.

What makes your admiration? lach. It cannot be i'the eye; for apes and monkeys,

'Twixt two such shes, would chatter this way, and
Contemn with mows the other: Nor i’the judgment;
For idiots, in this case of favour, would
Be wisely definile: Nor i'the appetite;
Slutlery, to such neat excellence oppos’d,
Should make desire vomit emptiness,
Not so allur'd to feed.

Imo. What is the matter, trow?
lach.

The cloyed will (That satiate yet unsatisfied desire, That tub both filld and running) ravening first The lamb, longs after for the garbage. Imo.

What, dear sir, Thus raps you? Are you well? Iach. Thanks, madam; well :—'Beseech, you, sir, desire

[To Pisanio. My man's abode where I did leave him: he Is strange and peevish. Pis.

I was going, sir, To give him welcome.

(Exit Pisanio. Imo. Continues well my lord ? His health, 'besecuh lach. Well, madam.

[you? Imo. Is he dispos’d to mirth? I hope, be is.

Iach. Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there
So merry and so gamesome: he is callid
The Briton reveller.
Imo.

When he was here,
He did incline to sadness; and oft times
Not knowing why.
Iach.

I never saw him sad.
There is a Frenchman his companion, one
An eminent monsieur, that, it seems, much loves
A Gallian girl at home: he furnaces
The thick sighs from him; whiles the jolly Briton
(Your lord, I mean), laughs from’s free lungs, cries, 0!
Can my sides hold, to think, that man,—who knows
By history, report, or his own proof,
What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose
But must be,—will his free hours languish for
Assured bondage ?

Am I one,

Imo.

Will my lord say so? Iach. Ay, madam; with his eyes in flood with laughter. It is a recreation to be by, And hear him mock the Frenchman: But, heavens know, Some men are much to blame. Imo.

Not he, I hope. [might
lach. Not he: But yet heaven's bounty towards hiin
Be us’d more thankfully. In himself, 'tis much;
In you, which I count his, beyond all talents,
Whilst I am bound to wonder, I am bound
To pity too.

Imo. What do you pity, sir?
lach. Two ereatures, heartily.
Imo.

sir?
You look on me; What wreck discern you in me,
Deserves your pity?
Iach.

Lamentable! What!
To hide me froin the radiant sun, and solace
l'the dungeon by a snuff?
Imo.

I pray you, sir,
Deliver with more openness your answers
To my demands. Why do you pity me?

lach. That others do,
I was about to say, enjoy your- -But
It is an office of the gods to venge it,
Not mine to speak on't.
Imo.

You do seem to know
Something of me, or what concerns me; 'Pray you
(Since doubting things go ill, often burts more
Than to be sure they do: For certainties
Either are past remedies; or, timely knowing,
The remedy then born), discover to me
What both you spur and slop.
Iach.

Had I this cheek
To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch,
Whose every touch, would force the feeler's soul
To the oath of loyalty; this object, which
Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye,
Fixing it only here: should I (damn'd then),
Slaver with lips as common as the stairs

That mount the Capitol ; join gripes with hands
Made hard with hourly falsehood(falsehood, as
With labour); then lie peeping in an eye,
Base and unlustrous as the smoky light
That's fed with stinking tallow; it were fit,
That all the plagues of hell should at one timo
Encounter such revolt.
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 mutest conscience, to my tongue,
Charms this report out.
Imo.

Let me hear no more.
Iach. O dearest soul! your cause doth strike my heart
With pity, that dotb make me sick. A lady
So fair, and fasten’d to an empery,,
Would make the great'st king double! to be partnerid
With tomboys, hir'd with that self-exhibition
Which your own coffers yield! with diseas'd ventures,
That play with all infirunities for gold.
Which rottenness can lend nature! such boil'd stuff,
As well might poison poison! Be reveng’d;
Or she, that bore you, was no queen, and you
Recoil from your great stock..
Imo.

Revenged!
How should I be reveng'd? If this be true
(As I have such a heart, that both mine ears
Must not in haste abuse), if it be true,
How should I be reveng?d?
lach.

Should he make me
Live like Diana's priest, betwixt cold sheets;
Whiles be is vaulting variable ramps,
In your despite, upon your purse? 'Revenge il.
I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure;
More noble than that runagate to your bed;
And will continue fast to your affection,
Still close, as sure.
Imo.

What ho, Pisanio!

lach. Let me my service tender on your lips.

Imo. Away!—I do condeinn unine ears, that have So long attended thee.--If thou wert honourable, Thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue, not For such an end thou seek'st; as base, as strange. Thoa wrong'st a gentleman, who is as far From thy report, as thou from honour; and Solicit'sť here a lady, that disdains Thee and the devil alike.—What bo, Pisanio! The king my father shall be made acquainted Of thy assault: if he shall think it fit, A saucy stranger in his court, to mart As in a Romnish stew, and to expound His beastly mind to us; he hath a court He little cares for, and a daughter whom He not respects at all.-What ho, Pisanio!

lach. O'happy Leonatus! I may say; The credit, thạt thy lady hath of thee, Deserves thy trust; and thy most perfect goodness, Her assur'd credit !-Blessed live you long ! A lady to the worthiest sir, that ever Country call’d his! and you his mistress, only, For the most worthiest fit! Give me your pardon. I have spoke this, to know if your affiance Were deeply rooted; and shall make your lord, That which he is, new o’er: And he is one ; The truest manner'd; such a holy witelt, That he enchants societies unto him: Half all men's hearts are his. Imo.

You make amends. lach. He sits 'inongst men, like a descended god: He hath a kind of honour sets him off, More than a mortal seeming. Be not angry, Most mighty princess, that I have adventur'd To try your taking of a false report; which hath Honour'd with confirmation your great judgment In the election of a sir so rare, Which you know, cannot err: The love I bear him Made me to fan you thus; but the gods made you, a Unlike all others, chaffless. Pray, your pardon.