For assur'd bondage? Imo. Will my lord say so? 31 660 lach. 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. lach. Not he: But yet heaven's bounty towards him might Be us'd more thankfully. In himself, 'tis much; To pity too. Imo. What do you pity, sir? lach. Two creatures, heartily. Imo. Am I one, sir? You look on me; What wreck discern you in me Iach. Lamentable! What! To hide me from the radiant sun, and solace I' 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, 670 680 Not mine to speak on't. + Imo. You do seem to know 690 Something of me, or what concerns me; Pray you lach. Had I this cheek To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch That mount the Capitol; join gripes with hands That all the plagues of hell should at one time Imo. My lord, I fear, Has forgot Britain. lach. And himself. Not I, Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce The beggary of his change; but 'tis your graces Imo. Let me hear no more. 700 710 Jach. lack. O dearest soul! your cause doth strike my heart With pity, that doth make me sick. A lady So fair, and fasten'd to an empery, Would make the greatest king double! to be part ner'd With tomboys, hir'd with that self-exhibition 720 Which your own coffers yield! with diseas'd ventures, Which rottenness can lend nature! such boil'd stuff, Imo. Reveng'd! How should I be reveng'd? If this be true. (As I have such a heart, that both mine ears lach. Should he make me Live like Diana's priest, betwixt cold sheets; In your despight, upon your purse? Revenge it. Imo. What ho, Pisanio! 730 1 740 lach. Let me my service tender on your lips. : Imo. Away! I do condemn mine ears, that have So long attended thee.-If thou wert honourable, Thou Thou would'st have told this tale for virtue, not From thy report, as thou from honour; and Thee and the devil alike :-What ho, Pisanio!- 750 Of thy assault: if he shall think it fit, Deserves thy trust; and thy most perfect goodness A lady to the worthiest sir, that ever Country call'd his! and you his mistress, only Half all men's hearts are his. Imo. You make amends.. 760 770 lach. He sits 'mongst men, like a descended god : He hath a kind of honour sets him off, More than a mortal seeming. Be not angry, Most Most mighty princess, that I have adventur'd Which you know, cannot err: The love I bear him lach. My humble thanks. I had almost forgot, Are partners in the business. Imo. Pray, what is't? Iach. Some dozen Románs of us, and your lord (The best feather of our wing), have mingled sums, To buy a present for the emperor : Which I, the factor for the rest, have done In France: 'Tis plate, of rare device; and jewels, Imo. Willingly: And pawn mine honour for their safety: since My lord hath interest in them, I will keep them In my bed-chamber. 790 800 lach. They are in a trunk, Attended by my men: I will make bold Ta |