She is alone the Arabian bird, and I Have lost the wager. Boldness be my friend! Or, like the Parthian, I shall flying fight; Rather, directly fly. Imo. [reads.] He is one of the noblest note, to whose kindnesses I am most infinitely tied. Reflect upon him accordingly, as you value your trust · LEONATUS. So far I read aloud: But even the very middle of my heart Is warm'd by the rest, and takes it thankfully.- Have words to bid you; and shall find it so, Ia. Thanks, fairest lady. What! are men mad? Hath Nature given them eyes To see this vaulted arch, and the rich crop Imo. What makes your admiration? Ia. It cannot be i' the eye; for apes and mon keys, "Twixt two such shes, would chatter this way, and Contemn with mows1 the other: nor i' the judg ment; For idiots, in this case of favor, would Imo. What is the matter, trow? Ia. The cloyed will, (That satiate yet unsatisfied desire, that tub Both fill'd and running) ravening first the lamb, Imo. What, dear sir, Thus raps you? Are you well? Ia. Thanks, madam; well.-'Beseech you, sir, desire [to Pisanio. My man's abode where I did leave him: he Is strange and peevish.2 Pi. To give him welcome. I was going, sir, [Exit Pisanio. Imo. Continues well my lord? His health, 'be seech you? Ia. Well, madam. Imo. Is he disposed to mirth? I hope he is. Ia. Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there So merry and so gamesome: he is call'd He did incline to sadness; and oft-times Not knowing why. Ia. I never saw him sad. There is a Frenchman his companion, one An eminent monsieur, that, it seems, much loves The thick sighs from him; whiles the jolly Briton Can my sides hold, to think, that man,-who knows What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose Imo. Will my lord say so? Ia. Ay, madam; with his eyes in flood with laughter. It is a recreation to be by, And hear him mock the Frenchman: but, Heavens know, Some men are much to blame. Imo. Not he, I hope. Ia. Not he: but yet Heaven's bounty towards him might Be used 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? Ia. Two creatures heartily. Imo. Am I one, sir? |