To hide me from the radiant sun, and solace I' the dungeon by a snuff? Imo. I was about to say, enjoy your -But Imo. You do seem to know Something of me, or what concerns me. 'Pray you, lach. Imo. Has forgot Britain. Iach. My lord, I fear, And himself. Not I, a By-peeping-clandestinely peeping. Inclined to this intelligence, pronounce The beggary of his change; but 't is 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, Imo. Iach. In your despite, upon your purse? Revenge it. Imo. What ho, Pisanio! Iach. Let me my service tender on your lips. VOL. VIII. C Solicit'st here a lady, that disdains Thee and the devil alike.-What, ho! Pisanio!- Country call'd his! and you his mistress, only Were deeply rooted; and shall make your lord The truest manner'd; such a holy witch, That he enchants societies unto him: Half all men's hearts are his. You make amends. Imo. 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 To entreat your grace but in a small request, And yet of moment too, for it concerns 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: "T is plate, of rare device; and jewels, To have them in safe stowage. May it please you Imo. Willingly; Iach. They are in a trunk, Attended by my men: I will make bold To send them to you, only for this night. I must aboard to-morrow. 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. Imo. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I-Court before Cymbeline's Palace. Clo. Was there ever man had such luck! when I kissed the jack, upon an up-cast to be hit away! 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. 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! 2 Lord. To have smelt like a fool. [Aside. Clo. I am not vexed more at any thing in the eartlı, -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 cock and capon too; and you crow, 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. a Companion is used here, and in other passages of Shakspere, in the same sense as fellow is at present. |