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)

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.