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Qu. I am very glad on't
Imo. Your Son's my Fathers friend, he takes his part To draw vpon an Exile. O braue Sir, I would they were in Affricke both together, My selfe by with a Needle, that I might pricke The goer backe. Why came you from your Master? Pisa. On his command: he would not suffer mee To bring him to the Hauen: left these Notes Of what commands I should be subiect too, When't pleas'd you to employ me
Qu. This hath beene Your faithfull Seruant: I dare lay mine Honour He will remaine so
Pisa. I humbly thanke your Highnesse
Qu. Pray walke a-while
Imo. About some halfe houre hence, Pray you speake with me; You shall go see my Lord aboord. For this time leaue me.
Exeunt.
Scena Tertia.
Enter Clotten, and two Lords.
Clot. If my Shirt were bloody, then to shift it. Haue I hurt him? 2 No faith: not so much as his patience
Clot. The Villaine would not stand me
Clot. And that shee should loue this Fellow, and refuse mee
Clot. Come, Ile to my Chamber: would there had beene some hurt done
Clot. You'l go with vs? 1 Ile attend your Lordship
Clot. Nay come, let's go together
Exeunt.
Scena Quarta.
Enter Imogen, and Pisanio.
Imo. I would thou grew'st vnto the shores o'th' Hauen, And questioned'st euery Saile: if he should write, And I not haue it, 'twere a Paper lost As offer'd mercy is: What was the last That he spake to thee? Pisa. It was his Queene, his Queene
Imo. Then wau'd his Handkerchiefe? Pisa. And kist it, Madam
Imo. Senselesse Linnen, happier therein then I: And that was all? Pisa. No Madam: for so long As he could make me with his eye, or eare, Distinguish him from others, he did keepe The Decke, with Gloue, or Hat, or Handkerchife, Still wauing, as the fits and stirres of's mind Could best expresse how slow his Soule sayl'd on, How swift his Ship
Imo. Thou should'st haue made him As little as a Crow, or lesse, ere left To after-eye him
Pisa. Madam, so I did
Imo. I would haue broke mine eye-strings; Crack'd them, but to looke vpon him, till the diminution Of space, had pointed him sharpe as my Needle: Nay, followed him, till he had melted from The smalnesse of a Gnat, to ayre: and then Haue turn'd mine eye, and wept. But good Pisanio, When shall we heare from him
Pisa. Be assur'd Madam, With his next vantage
Imo. I did not take my leaue of him, but had Most pretty things to say: Ere I could tell him How I would thinke on him at certaine houres, Such thoughts, and such: Or I could make him sweare, The Shees of Italy should not betray Mine Interest, and his Honour: or haue charg'd him At the sixt houre of Morne, at Noone, at Midnight, T' encounter me with Orisons, for then I am in Heauen for him: Or ere I could, Giue him that parting kisse, which I had set Betwixt two charming words, comes in my Father, And like the Tyrannous breathing of the North, Shakes all our buddes from growing. Enter a Lady.
La. The Queene Desires your Highnesse Company
Imo. Those things I bid you do, get them dispatch'd, I will attend the Queene
Pisa. Madam, I shall.
Exeunt.
Scena Quinta.
Enter Philario, Iachimo: a Frenchman, a Dutchman, and a Spaniard.
Iach. Beleeue it Sir, I haue seene him in Britaine; hee was then of a Cressent note, expected to proue so woorthy, as since he hath beene allowed the name of. But I could then haue look'd on him, without the help of Admiration, though the Catalogue of his endowments had bin tabled by his side, and I to peruse him by Items
Phil. You speake of him when he was lesse furnish'd, then now hee is, with that which makes him both without, and within
French. I haue seene him in France: wee had very many there, could behold the Sunne, with as firme eyes as hee
Iach. This matter of marrying his Kings Daughter, wherein he must be weighed rather by her valew, then his owne, words him a great deale from the matter
French. And then his banishment
Iach. I, and the approbation of those that weepe this lamentable diuorce vnder her colours, are wonderfully to extend him, be it but to fortifie her iudgement, which else an easie battery might lay flat, for taking a Begger without lesse quality. But how comes it, he is to soiourne with you? How creepes acquaintance? Phil. His Father and I were Souldiers together, to whom I haue bin often bound for no lesse then my life. Enter Posthumus.
Heere comes the Britaine. Let him be so entertained among'st you, as suites with Gentlemen of your knowing, to a Stranger of his quality. I beseech you all be better knowne to this Gentleman, whom I commend to you, as a Noble Friend of mine. How Worthy he is, I will leaue to appeare hereafter, rather then story him in his owne hearing
French. Sir, we haue knowne togither in Orleance
Post. Since when, I haue bin debtor to you for courtesies, which I will be euer to pay, and yet pay still
French. Sir, you o're-rate my poore kindnesse, I was glad I did attone my Countryman and you: it had beene pitty you should haue beene put together, with so mortall a purpose, as then each bore, vpon importance of so slight and triuiall a nature
French. Faith yes, to be put to the arbiterment of Swords, and by such two, that would by all likelyhood haue confounded one the other, or haue falne both
Iach. Can we with manners, aske what was the difference? French. Safely, I thinke, 'twas a contention in publicke, which may suffer the report. It was much like an argument that fell out last night, where each of vs fell in praise of our Country-Mistresses. This Gentleman, at that time vouching his to be more Faire, Vertuous, Wise, Chaste, Constant, Qualified, and lesse attemptible then any, the rarest of our Ladies in Fraunce
Iach. That Lady is not now liuing; or this Gentlemans opinion by this, worne out
Post. She holds her Vertue still, and I my mind
Iach. You must not so farre preferre her, 'fore ours of Italy
Posth. Being so farre prouok'd as I was in France: I would abate her nothing, though I professe my selfe her Adorer, not her Friend
Iach. As faire, and as good: a kind of hand in hand comparison, had beene something too faire, and too good for any Lady in Britanie; if she went before others. I haue seene as that Diamond of yours out-lusters many I haue beheld, I could not beleeue she excelled many: but I haue not seene the most pretious Diamond that is, nor you the Lady
Post. I prais'd her, as I rated her: so do I my Stone
Iach. What do you esteeme it at? Post. More then the world enioyes
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