717Slauuer with lippes as common as the stayres

718That mount the Capitoll: Ioyne gripes, with hands

719Made hard with hourely falshood (falshood as

720With labour:) then by peeping in an eye

721Base and illustrious as the smoakie light

722That's fed with stinking Tallow: it were fit

723That all the plagues of Hell should at one time

724Encounter such reuolt.

725Imo. My Lord, I feare

726Has forgot Brittaine.

727Iach. And himselfe, not I

728Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce

729The Beggery of his change: but 'tis your Graces'

730That from my mutest Conscience, to my tongue,

731Charmes this report out.

732Imo. Let me heare no more.

733Iach. O deerest Soule: your Cause doth strike my hart

734With pitty, that doth make me sicke. A Lady

735So faire, and fasten'd to an Emperie

736Would make the great'st King double, to be partner'd

737With Tomboyes hyr'd, with that selfe exhibition

738Which your owne Coffers yeeld: with diseas'd ventures

739That play with all Infirmities for Gold,

740Which rottennesse can lend Nature. Such boyl'd stuffe

741As well might poyson Poyson. Be reueng'd,

742Or she that bore you, was no Queene, and you

743Recoyle from your great Stocke.

744Imo. Reueng'd:

745How should I be reueng'd? If this be true,

746(As I haue such a Heart, that both mine eares

747Must not in haste abuse) if it be true,

748How should I be reueng'd?

749Iach. Should he make me

750Liue like Diana's Priest, betwixt cold sheets,

751Whiles he is vaulting variable Rampes

752In your despight, vpon your purse: reuenge it.

753I dedicate my selfe to your sweet pleasure,

754More Noble then that runnagate to your bed,

755And will continue fast to your Affection,

756Still close, as sure.

757Imo. What hoa, Pisanio?

758Iach. Let me my seruice tender on your lippes.

759Imo. Away, I do condemne mine eares, that haue

760So long attended thee. If thou wert Honourable

761Thou would'st haue told this tale for Vertue, not

762For such an end thou seek'st, as base, as strange:

763Thou wrong'st a Gentleman, who is as farre

764From thy report, as thou from Honor: and

765Solicites heere a Lady, that disdaines

766Thee, and the Diuell alike. What hoa, Pisanio?

767The King my Father shall be made acquainted

768Of thy Assault: if he shall thinke it fit,

769A sawcy Stranger in his Court, to Mart

770As in a Romish Stew, and to expound

771His beastly minde to vs; he hath a Court

772He little cares for, and a Daughter, who

773He not respects at all. What hoa, Pisanio?

774Iach. O happy Leonatus I may say,

775The credit that thy Lady hath of thee

776Deserues thy trust, and thy most perfect goodnesse

777Her assur'd credit. Blessed liue you long,

778A Lady to the worthiest Sir, that euer

779Country call'd his; and you his Mistris, onely

780For the most worthiest fit. Giue me your pardon,

781I haue spoke this to know if your Affiance

782Were deeply rooted, and shall make your Lord,

783That which he is, new o're: And he is one

784The truest manner'd: such a holy Witch,

785That he enchants Societies into him:

786Halfe all men hearts are his.

787Imo. You make amends.

788Iach. He sits 'mongst men, like a defended God;

789He hath a kinde of Honor sets him off,

790More then a mortall seeming. Be not angrie

791(Most mighty Princesse) that I haue aduentur'd

792To try your taking of a false report, which hath

793Honour'd with confirmation your great Iudgement,

794In the election of a Sir, so rare,

795Which you know, cannot erre. The loue I beare him,

796Made me to fan you thus, but the Gods made you

797(Vnlike all others) chaffelesse. Pray your pardon.

798Imo. All's well Sir:

799Take my powre i'th' Court for yours.

800Iach. My humble thankes: I had almost forgot

801T' intreat your Grace, but in a small request,

802And yet of moment too, for it concernes:

803Your Lord, my selfe, and other Noble Friends

804Are partners in the businesse.

805Imo. Pray what is't?

806Iach. Some dozen Romanes of vs, and your Lord

807(The best Feather of our wing) haue mingled summes

808To buy a Present for the Emperor:

809Which I (the Factor for the rest) haue done

810In France: 'tis Plate of rare deuice, and Iewels

811Of rich, and exquisite forme, their valewes great,

812And I am something curious, being strange

813To haue them in safe stowage: May it please you

814To take them in protection.

815Imo. Willingly:

816And pawne mine Honor for their safety, since

817My Lord hath interest in them, I will keepe them

818In my Bed-chamber.

819Iach. They are in a Trunke

820Attended by my men: I will make bold

821To send them to you, onely for this night:

822I must aboord to morrow.

823Imo. O no, no.

824Iach. Yes I beseech: or I shall short my word

825By length'ning my returne. From Gallia,

826I crost the Seas on purpose, and on promise

827To see your Grace.

828Imo. I thanke you for your paines:

829But not away to morrow.

830Iach. O I must Madam.

831Therefore I shall beseech you, if you please

832To greet your Lord with writing, doo't to night,

833I haue out-stood my time, which is materiall

834To'th' tender of our Present.

835Imo. I will write:

836Send your Trunke to me, it shall safe be kept,

837And truely yeelded you: you're very welcome. Exeunt.

840Clot. Was there euer man had such lucke? when I kist

841the Iacke vpon an vp-cast, to be hit away? I had a hun-

842dred pound on't: and then a whorson Iacke-an-Apes,