593Imo. A Father cruell, and a Stepdame false,

594A Foolish Suitor to a Wedded-Lady,

595That hath her Husband banish'd: O, that Husband,

596My supreame Crowne of griefe, and those repeated

597Vexations of it. Had I bin Theefe-stolne,

598As my two Brothers, happy: but most miserable

599Is the desires that's glorious. Blessed be those

600How meane so ere, that haue their honest wills,

601Which seasons comfort. Who may this be? Fye.

603Pisa. Madam, a Noble Gentleman of Rome,

604Comes from my Lord with Letters.

605Iach. Change you, Madam:

606The Worthy Leonatus is in safety,

607And greetes your Highnesse deerely.

608Imo. Thanks good Sir,

609You're kindly welcome.

610Iach. All of her, that is out of doore, most rich:

611If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare

612She is alone th' Arabian-Bird; and I

613Haue lost the wager. Boldnesse be my Friend:

614Arme me Audacitie from head to foote,

615Or like the Parthian I shall flying fight,

616Rather directly fly.

621So farre I reade aloud.

622But euen the very middle of my heart

623Is warm'd by'th' rest, and take it thankefully.

624You are as welcome (worthy Sir) as I

625Haue words to bid you, and shall finde it so

626In all that I can do.

627Iach. Thankes fairest Lady:

628What are men mad? Hath Nature giuen them eyes

629To see this vaulted Arch, and the rich Crop

630Of Sea and Land, which can distinguish 'twixt

631The firie Orbes aboue, and the twinn'd Stones

632Vpon the number'd Beach, and can we not

633Partition make with Spectales so pretious

634Twixt faire, and foule?

635Imo. What makes your admiration?

636Iach. It cannot be i'th' eye: for Apes, and Monkeys

637'Twixt two such She's, would chatter this way, and

638Contemne with mowes the other. Nor i'th' iudgment:

639For Idiots in this case of fauour, would

640Be wisely definit: Nor i'th' Appetite.

641Sluttery to such neate Excellence, oppos'd

642Should make desire vomit emptinesse,

643Not so allur'd to feed.

644Imo. What is the matter trow?

645Iach. The Cloyed will:

646That satiate yet vnsatisfi'd desire, that Tub

647Both fill'd and running: Rauening first the Lambe,

648Longs after for the Garbage.

649Imo. What, deere Sir,

650Thus rap's you? Are you well?

651Iach. Thanks Madam well: Beseech you Sir,

652Desire my Man's abode, where I did leaue him:

653He's strange and peeuish.

654Pisa. I was going Sir,

655To giue him welcome. Exit.

656Imo. Continues well my Lord?

657His health beseech you?

658Iach. Well, Madam.

659Imo. Is he dispos'd to mirth? I hope he is.

660Iach. Exceeding pleasant: none a stranger there,

661So merry, and so gamesome: he is call'd

662The Britaine Reueller.

663Imo. When he was heere

664He did incline to sadnesse, and oft times

665Not knowiug why.

666Iach. I neuer saw him sad.

667There is a Frenchman his Companion, one

668An eminent Monsieur, that it seemes much loues

669A Gallian-Girle at home. He furnaces

670The thicke sighes from him; whiles the iolly Britaine,

671(Your Lord I meane) laughes from's free lungs: cries oh,

672Can my sides hold, to think that man who knowes

673By History, Report, or his owne proofe

674What woman is, yea what she cannot choose

675But must be: will's free houres languish:

676For assured bondage?

677Imo. Will my Lord say so?

678Iach. I Madam, with his eyes in flood with laughter,

679It is a Recreation to be by

680And heare him mocke the Frenchman:

681But Heauen's know some men are much too blame.

682Imo. Not he I hope.

683Iach. Not he:

684But yet Heauen's bounty towards him, might

685Be vs'd more thankfully. In himselfe 'tis much;

686In you, which I account his beyond all Talents.

687Whil'st I am bound to wonder, I am bound

688To pitty too.

689Imo. What do you pitty Sir?

690Iach. Two Creatures heartyly.

691Imo. Am I one Sir?

692You looke on me: what wrack discerne you in me

693Deserues your pitty?

694Iach. Lamentable: what

695To hide me from the radiant Sun, and solace

696I'th' Dungeon by a Snuffe.

697Imo. I pray you Sir,

698Deliuer with more opennesse your answeres

699To my demands. Why do you pitty me?

700Iach. That others do,

701(I was about to say) enioy your--- but

702It is an office of the Gods to venge it,

703Not mine to speake on't.

704Imo. You do seeme to know

705Something of me, or what concernes me; pray you

706Since doubting things go ill, often hurts more

707Then to be sure they do. For Certainties

708Either are past remedies; or timely knowing,

709The remedy then borne. Discouer to me

710What both you spur and stop.

711Iach' Had I this cheeke

712To bathe my lips vpon: this hand, whose touch,

713(Whose euery touch) would force the Feelers soule

714To'th' oath of loyalty. This obiect, which

715Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye,

716Fiering it onely heere, should I (damn'd then)