Imo. What, dear fir, Thus raps you? Are you well? Iach. Thanks, madam; well:-'Beseech you, fir, [To Pifanio. 'Defire my man's abode where I did leave him : Imo. Continues well my lord? His health, 'befeech you? Iach. Well, madam. Imo. Is he difpos'd to mirth? I hope he is. Jach. Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there So merry and fo gamefome: he is call'd The Briton reveller. Imo. When he was here, He did incline to sadness; and oft-times Not knowing why. Iach. I never faw him fad. There is a Frenchman his companion, one An eminent monfieur, that, it feems, much loves A Gallian girl at home: he furnaces The thick fighs from him; whiles the jolly Briton (Your lord, I mean) laughs from's free lungs, cries, O! Can my fides bold, to think, that man,-who knows By history, report, or his own proof, What woman is, yea, what she cannot chufe But must be,-will his free hours languish For affur'd bondage? Imo. Will my lord fay fo? Iach. Ay, madam; with his eyes in flood with laughter. Thus raps you ?]-Tranfports you thus. Defire]-Search out, He's frange, and peevish.]-He's a foreigner, and cafily irritated. be furnaces]-breaths forth, as a furnace doth, fparks and fmokę, 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. Iach. Not he: But yet heaven's bounty towards him might Be us'd more thankfully. "In himself, 'tis much; In you,-which I account his, beyond all talents,- You look on me; What wreck difcern you in me, Iach. Lamentable! What! To hide me from the radiant fun, and folace I' the dungeon by a fnuff? Imo. I pray you, fir, Deliver with more opennefs your answers To my demands. Why do you pity me? I was about to fay, enjoy your-But Imo. You do feem to know Something of me, or what concerns me; Pray you, In himself, 'tis much ;]-Such a conduct is very extraordinary, when confidered only as proceeding from a man of his rare qualities, but when viewed, as ufed towards you, his mate inestimable, as piteous as 'tis ftrange. The The remedy's then born) discover to me "What both you spur and ftop. Iach. Had I this cheek To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch That mount the Capitol; join gripes with hands That all the plagues of hell fhould at one time 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 muteft confcience, to my tongue, Imo. Let me hear no more. Jach. O dearest foul! your caufe doth ftrike With pity, that doth make me fick. A lady my heart Would make the greatest king double! to be partner'd With tomboys, hir'd with that self-exhibition 2 What both you Spur and ftop.]-This piece of intelligence, which seem so eager to communicate, and yet withhold; which at once incites you to fpeak, and restrains you from it. you * with hourly falfhood ]-with frequent preffure. * faften'd to an empery,]—allied to a crown. 2 tomboys,]-coarfe trumpets. a that Jelf-exbibition]-the very penfion you allow him. Which your own coffers yield! with difeas'd ventures, That play with all infirmities for gold Which rottennefs can lend nature! fuch boil'd stuff, As well might poifon poifon! Be reveng'd; Imo. Reveng'd! How should I be reveng'd? If this be true, (As I have fuch a heart, that both mine ears. Jack. Should he make me Live like Diana's prieft, betwixt cold sheets; Imo. What ho, Pifanio! bed; Iach. Let me my service tender on your lips. Thee and the devil alike :-What ho, Pifanio!- Of thy affault: if he fhall think it fit, d A faucy stranger, in his court, to mart ventures,]-adventurers, traders. vaulting variable ramps,]-difporting himself with variety. As As in a Romish stew, and to expound e Were deeply rooted; and shall make your lord, Half all men's hearts are his. Imo. You make amends. Iach. He fits 'mongst men, ' like a descended god: Which you know, cannot err: The love I bear him Imo. All's well, fir: Take my power i' the court for yours. Iach. My humble thanks. I had almost forgot fhall make your lord,]-shall now describe him to you anew, in his proper colours. like a defcended god :]-"like the herald Mercury, "New-lighted," &c. HAMLET, A& III. S. 4. Ham. Το |