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What do you pity, sir ?
Iach. Two creatures, heartily.

Am I one, sir ?
You look on me. What wreck discern you in me

Deserves your pity ?

Lamentable! What!
To hide me from the radiant sun, and solace

I'the dungeon by a snuff ?

I pray you, sir,
Deliver with more openness your answers

To my demands. Why do you pity me?
Iach. 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.

You do seem to know
Something of me, or what concerns me. 'Pray you,
(Since doubting things go ill often hurts 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 stop.

Had I this cheek,
To bathe my lips apon; 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, by-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 time

Encounter such revolt.

My lord, I fear,
Has forgot Britain.

And himself. Not I, Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce The beggary of his change; but 't is your graces That, from my mutest conscience, to my tongue, Charms this report out. a By-peeping-so the original. Johnson changed it to “lie peeping;” but it appears to us that by-peeping” is clandestinely peeping.


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 a, hir'd with that self-exhibition
Which your own coffers yield! with diseas'd ventures,
That play with all infirmities 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. .

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 shall I be reveng'd ?

Should he make me
Live like Diana's priest, betwixt cold sheets,
Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps,
In your despite, upon your purse ? Revenge it.
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.

What ho, Pisanio!
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 wouldst have told this tale for virtue, not
For such an end thou seek'st; as base, as strange.
Thou wrong'st a gentleman, who is as far
From thy report, as thou from honour; and
Solicit'st here a lady, that disdains
Thee and the devil alike.—What, ho! 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 Romish 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! • Verstegan thus defines a tomboy : Tumbe, to dance. Tumbed, danced. Hereof we yet call a wench that skippeth or leapeth like a boy, a tomboy."

Diana's priest. In ‘Pericles' we have the expression, used by Diana, of " maiden priests."

Iach. O happy Leonatus ! I may say:

The credit that 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 witch,
That he enchants societies unto him:

Half all men's hearts are his.

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,
Most mighty princess, that I have adventur'd
To try your taking, 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,

Unlike all others, chaff-less. Pray, your pardon. Imo. All's well, sir: Take my power i' the court for yours, lach. My humble thanks. I had almost forgot

To entreat your grace but in a small request,
And yet of moment too, for it concerns
Your lord; myself, and other noble friends,
Are partners in the business.

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?

And pawn mine honour for their safety: since
My lord hath interest in them, I will keep them

In my bed-chamber.

They are in a trunk,


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Attended by my men: I will make bold
To send them to you, only for this night.

I must aboard to-morrow.

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.

I thank you for your pains ;
But not away to-morrow!

O, I must, madam :
Therefore, I shall beseech you, if you please
To greet your lord with writing, do 't to-night:
I have outstood my time; which is material

To the tender of our present.

I will write.
Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept,
And truly yielded you: You are very welcome.


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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 awaya! I had a 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.

a This is usually pointed," when I kiss'd the jack upon an upcast, to be hit away." But the jack was kissd by Cloten's bowl, and the up-cast of another bowler hit it away. The same technical expressions of kiss and cast are used by Rowley, in ' A Woman never vex'd;'-" This city bowler has kiss'd the mistress at the first cast.

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