Bafe and unluftrious as the fmoaky light Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce The beggary of his change; but tis your graces Imo. Let me hear no more. Jach. O dearest foul! your caufe doth ftrike my heart Would make the great'ft King double, to be partner'd Which your own coffers yield! with diseas'd ventures Which rottennefs lends nature! fuch boyl'd stuff Imo. Reveng'd! alas! How should I be reveng'd, if this be true? Iach. Should he make me Live like Diana's prieftefs, 'twixt cold sheets? In your defpight, upon your purse ? revenge it! Imo. What ho, Pifanio! Iacb. Let me my service tender on your lips. Thou Thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue, not Thee, and the devil alike. What ho, Pifanio ! your Lord, Half all mens hearts are his. Imo. You make amends. Iach. He fits 'mongst men like a defcended God; More than a mortal feeming. Be not angry, Which you know cannot err. The love I bear him, Tintreat your grace but in a small request, And And yet a moment too, for it concerns 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: 1 Which I, the factor for the reft, have done Imo. Willingly; And pawn mine honour for their safety. Since Iach. They are in a trunk Attended by my men: I will make bold To fend them to you, only for this night; I must aboard to-morrow. 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 promife To fee your Grace. Imo. I thank you for your pains; But not away to-morrow? lach. I muft, Madam. Therefore I fhall befeech you, if you please Imo. I will write : Send your trunk to me, it fhall be fafe kept, And truly yielded you: you're very welcome. [Exeunt. ACT ACT II. SCENE I. Clot. W CYMBELINE's Palace. Enter Cloten, and two Lords. 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 whorson jack-an-apes must take me up for fwearing, as if I borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not fpend them at my pleasure. ILord. What got he by that? you have broke his pate with your bowl. 2 Lord. If his wit had been like his that broke it, it would have run all out, [Afide. Clot. 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. [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. a 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 ftranger, and I not know on't ? I Lord. He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it not. [Afide. 1 Lord. Lord. There's an Italian come, and 'tis thought one of Leonatus's friends. Clot, Leonatus! a banish'd rafcal; and he's another, whofoever he be. Who told you of this ftranger? 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 your iffues being foolish do not derogate. [Afide. what I have loft Clot. Come, I'll go fee this Italian: T' enjoy thy banifh'd Lord, and this great land! [Exeunt. A magnificent Bed-chamber, 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: I pr'ythee call me--fleep hath feiz'd me wholly. [Exit Lady. Το |