Act I. Scene
Scene VI.The Same. Another Room in the
Imo. A father cruel, and a step-dame false;
A foolish suitor to a wedded lady,
That hath her husband banish'd; O! that hus-
My supreme crown of grief! and those repeated
Vexations of it! Had I been thief-stol'n,
As my two brothers, happy! but most miser-
Is the desire that's glorious: bless'd be those,
How mean so'er, that have their honest wills,
Which seasons comfort. Who may this be?
Enter PISANIO and IACHIMO.
Pis. Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome,
Comes from my lord with letters.
Iach. Change you, madam?
The worthy Leonatus is in safety,
And greets your highness dearly.
[Presents a letter.
Imo. Thanks, good sir:
You are kindly welcome.
Iach. [Aside.] All of her that is out of door
If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare,
She is alone the Arabian bird, and I
Have lost the wager. Boldness be my friend!
Arm me, audacity, from head to foot!
Or, like the Parthian, I shall flying fight;
Rather, directly fly.
Imo. He is one of the noblest note, to whose
kindnesses I am most infinitely tied. Reflect
upon him accordingly, as you value your truest
So far I read aloud;
But even the very middle of my heart
Is warm'd by the rest, and takes it thankfully.
You are as welcome, worthy sir, as I
Have words to bid you; and shall find it so
In all that I can do.
Iach. Thanks, fairest lady.
What! are men mad? Hath nature given them
To see this vaulted arch, and the rich crop
Of sea and land, which can distinguish 'twixt
The fiery orbs above and the twinn'd stones
Upon the numbered beach? and can we not
Partition make with spectacles so precious
'Twixt fair and foul?
Imo. What makes your admiration?
Iach. It cannot be i' the eye; for apes and
'Twixt two such shes would chatter this way
Contemn with mows the other; nor i' the judg-
For idiots in this case of favour would
Be wisely definite; nor i' the appetite;
Sluttery to such neat excellence oppos'd
Should make desire vomit emptiness,
Not so allur'd to feed.
Imo. What is the matter, trow?
Iach. The cloyed will,
That satiate yet unsatisfied desire, that tub
Both fill'd and running,ravening first the
Longs after for the garbage.
Imo. What, dear sir,
Thus raps you? are you well?
Iach. Thanks, madam, well.
[To PISANIO.] Beseech you, sir,
Desire my man's abode where I did leave him;
He's strange and peevish.
Pis. I was going, sir,
To give him welcome. [Exit.
Imo. Continues well my lord his health, be-
Iach. Well, madam.
Imo. Is he disposed to mirth? I hope he is.
Iach. Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger
So merry and so gamesome: he is called
The Briton reveller.
Imo. When he was here
He did incline to sadness, and oft-times
Not knowing why.
Iach. I never saw him sad.
There is a Frenchman his companion, one,
An eminent monsieur, that, it seems, much
A Gallian girl at home; he furnaces
The thick sighs from him, whiles the jolly
Your lord, I meanlaughs from's free lungs,
Can my sides hold, to think that man, who
By history, report, or his own proof,
What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose
But must be, will his free hours languish for
Imo. Will my lord say so?
Iach. Ay, madam, with his eyes in flood with
It is a recreation to be by
And hear him mock the Frenchman; but, hea-
Some men are much to blame.
Imo. Not he, I hope.
Iach. Not he; but yet heaven's bounty to-
wards him might
Be us'd more thankfully. In himself, 'tis much;
In you,which I account his beyond all talents,
Whilst I am bound to wonder, I am bound
To pity too.
Imo. What do you pity, sir?
Iach. Two creatures, heartily.
Imo. Am I one, sir?
You look on me: what wrack discern you in
Deserves your pity?
Iach. Lamentable! What!
To hide me from the radiant sun and solace
I' the dungeon by a snuff!
Imo. 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 yourBut
It is an office of the gods to venge it,
Not mine to speak on't.
Imo. You do seem to know
Something of me, or what concerns me; pray
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.
Iach. Had I this cheek
To bathe my lips upon; 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,
Firing it only here; should Idamn'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 illustrous 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.
Imo. My lord, I fear,
Has forgot Britain.
Iach. And himself. Not I,
Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce
The beggary of his change; but 'tis your graces
That from my mutest conscience to my tongue
Charms this report out.
Imo. Let me hear no more.
Iach. O dearest soul! your cause doth strike
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
With tom-boys hir'd with that self-exhibition
Which your own coffers yield! with diseas'd
That play with all infirmities for gold
Which rottenness can lend nature! such boil'd
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 should I be reveng'd?
Iach. 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.
Imo. What ho, Pisanio!
Iach. Let me my service tender on your lips.
Imo. Away! I do condemn mine ears that
So long attended thee. If thou wert honour-
Thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue, not
For such an end thou seek'st; as base as
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 who
He not respects at all. What ho, Pisanio!
Iach. O happy Leonatus! I may say:
The credit that thy lady hath of thee
Deserves thy trust, and thy most perfect good-
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 spoken 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 into him;
Half all men's hearts are his.
Imo. You make amends.
Iach. He sits 'mongst men like a descended
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 of 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
Made me to fan you thus; but the gods made
Unlike all others, chaffless. Pray, your pardon.
Imo. All's well, sir. Take my power t' the
court for yours.
Iach. My humble thanks. I had almost
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.
Imo. Pray, what is't?
Iach. Some dozen Romans of us and your
The best feather of our wing, have mingled
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
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 bedchamber.
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.
Imo. O! no, no.
Iach. Yes, I beseech, or I shall short my
By lengthening 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 tomorrow!
Iach. O! I must, madam:
Therefore I shall beseech you, if you please
To greet your lord with writing, do't to-aight:
I have outstood my time, which is material
To the tender of our present.
Imo. I will write.
Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept,
And truly yielded you. You're very welcome.