Either are past remedies; or, timely knowing, Iach. Had I this cheek To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch, That mount the Capitol; join gripes with hands 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, Imo. Let me hear no more. Iach. 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 great'st king double! to be partner'd With tomboys, hir'd with that self-exhibition, Which your own coffers yield! with diseas'd ventures, Which rottenness can lend nature! such boil'd stuff, VOL. VIII. B Imo. Reveng'd! How should I be reveng'd? If this be true, Iach. Should he make me Live like Diana's priest, betwixt cold sheets; In your despite, upon your purse? Revenge it. Imo. What ho, Pisanio! Iach. Let me my service tender on your lips. Thee and the devil alike.—What ho, Pisanio!- A lady to the worthiest sir, that ever Country call'd his! and you his mistress, only I have spoke this, to know if your affiance Imo. You make amends. Iach. 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, Which you know cannot err: The love I bear him Imo. All's well, sir: Take my power i' the court for yours. Iach. My humble thanks. I had almost forgot Your lord; myself, and other noble friends, Imo. Pray, what is't? Iach. Some dozen Romans 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, Of rich and exquisite form; their values great; And I am something curious, being strange, To have them in safe stowage: May it please you To take them in protection? Imo. Willingly; And pawn mine honour for their safety: since My lord hath interest 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 send them to you, only for this night; Imo. O, no, no. Iach. Yes, I beseech; or I shall short my word, By length'ning my return. From Gallia I cross'd the seas on purpose, and on promise To see your grace. Imo. I thank you for your pains; But not away to-morrow? Iach. O, I must, madam: Therefore, I shall beseech you, if you please Imo. I will write. Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept, [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I.-Court before Cymbeline's palace. Enter CLOTEN, and two Lords. Clo. Was there ever man had such luck! when I kissed the jack upon an up-cast, to be hit away! I had an hundred pound on't: And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; 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 ran all out. [Aside. Clo. When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths: Ha? 2 Lord. No, my lord; nor [Aside.] crop the ears of them. Clo. Whoreson dog!-I give him satisfaction? 'Would, he had been one of my rank.! [Aside. 2 Lord. To have smelt like a fool. Clo. I am not more vexed at any thing in the earth. A pox on't! I had rather not be so noble as I am; they dare not fight with me, because of the queen my mother: every jack-slave hath his belly full of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that nobody can match. 2 Lord. You are a cock and capon too; and you erow, cock, with your comb on. [Aside. Clo. Sayest thou? 1 Lord. It is not fit, your Lordship should undertake every companion that you give offence to. Clo. No, I know that: but it is fit, I should commit offence to my inferiors. 2 Lord. Ay, it is fit for your Lordship only. Clo. Why, so I say. 1 Lord. Did you hear of a stranger, that's come to court to-night? Clo. A stranger! and I not know on't! 2 Lord. He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it not. [Aside. Lord. There's an Italian come; and, 'tis thought, one of Leonatus' friends. Clo. Leonatus! a banished rascal; and he's an |