To load thy merit richly. Call my women. Think on my words. Exit Pisanio. A sly and constant knave, Not to be shak'd; the agent for his master 76 And the remembrancer of her to hold Of liegers for her sweet, and which she after, 80 Re-enter Pisanio and Ladies. But when to my good lord I prove untrue, SCENE VI [The same. Another room in the palace.] Enter Imogen. Imo. A father cruel, and a step-dame false; A foolish suitor to a wedded lady, Exit. That hath her husband banish'd; -O, that husband! 5 My supreme crown of grief! and those repeated Enter Pisanio and Iachimo. Pis. Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome, Iach. 10 Change you, madam ? The worthy Leonatus is in safety [Presents a letter.] Thanks, good sir; Imo. You're kindly welcome. Iach. [Aside.] All of her that is out of door most rich! 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! 15 Or, like the Parthian, I shall flying fight; 20 66 Imo. (Reads.) - He is one of the noblest Iach. Imo. note, to whose kindnesses I am most infinitely value your trust So far I read aloud LEONATUS" But even the very middle of my heart Is warm'd by the rest fully. 25 and take it thank You are as welcome, worthy sir, as I Have words to bid you, and shall find it so 30 Thanks, fairest lady. What, are men mad? Hath nature given them eyes To see this vaulted arch, and the rich crop Of sea and land, which can distinguish 'twixt Partition make with spectacles so precious What makes your admiration ? Iach. It cannot be i̇' the eye, for apes and mon keys "Twixt two such shes would chatter this way and Contemn with mows the other; nor i' the judgement, For idiots in this case of favour would 41 Should make desire vomit emptiness, Not so allur'd to feed. Imo. What is the matter, trow? Iach. Imo. 45 The cloyed will, — That satiate yet unsatisfi'd desire, that tub Both fill'd and running, — ravening first the lamb, Longs after for the garbage. What, dear sir, 50 Thus raps you? Are you well? Iach. Thanks, madam; well. [To Pisanio.] Beseech Pis. you, sir, desire My man's abode where I did leave him. He To give him welcome. I was going, sir, Exit. Imo. Continues well my lord? His health, beseech you? Iach. Well, madam. Imo. Is he dispos'd to mirth? I hope he is. Iach. Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there Imo. Iach. The Briton reveller. He is call'd. When he was here, He did incline to sadness, and oft-times I never saw him sad. 56 60 Imo. An eminent monsieur, that, it seems, much loves A Gallian girl at home. He furnaces 65 The thick sighs from him, whiles the jolly Briton Your lord, I mean - laughs from's free lungs, cries "O, 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 Will my lord say so? 70 Iach. Ay, madam, with his eyes in flood with laugh Imo. ter. It is a recreation to be by 75 And hear him mock the Frenchman. But, heavens know, Some men are much to blame. Not he, I hope. Iach. Not he; but yet heaven's bounty towards him might Be used more thankfully. In himself, 'tis much; Whilst I am bound to wonder, I am bound To pity too. |