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Be wisely definite: Nor i'the appetite;
The cloyed will,
What, dear sir, Thus raps you? Are you well? Iach. Thanks, madam; well :-'Beseech, you, sir, : 1 desire
[To Pisano, My man's abode where I did leave him : he Is strange and peevish.? Pis.
I was going, sir, To give him welcome.
Exit PISANIO. Imo. Continues well my lord? His health, 'be
seech you? Jach. Well, madam. Imo. Is he dispos'd to mirth? I hope, he is.
lach. Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there
When he was here,
I never saw him sad.
• he Is strange and peevish.] He is a foreigner and easily fretted : but strange may signify shy or backward ; and peevish, anciently ineant weak, silly.
(Your lord, I mean,) laughs from's free lungs,
cries, 0! Can my sides hold, to think, that man,--who knows By history, report, or his own proof, What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose But must be,—will his free hours languish for Assured bondage? Imo.
Will my lord say so ? Iach. Ay, madam ; with his eyes in flood with
laughter. It is a recreation to be by, And hear him mock the Frenchman : But, heavens
Some men are much to blame.
Not he, I hope. lach. Not he: But yet heaven's bounty towards
Imo. What do you pity, sir?
Am I one, sir?
Lamentable! What !
pray you, sir, Deliver with more openness your answers To my demands. Why do you pity me?
Iach. That others do,
You do seem to know
Something of me, or what concerns me; 'Pray you,
Had I this cheek
My lord, I fear,
And himself. Not I,
Let me hear no more.
heart With pity, that doth make me sick. A lady So fair, and fasten'd to an empery,
What both you spur and stop. ] What it is that at once incites you to speak, and restrains you from it. Johnson.
to an empery,) Empery is a word signifying sovereign command; now obsolete,
Would make the great'st king double ! to be part
ner'd With tomboys, hir'd with that self-exhibition Which your own coffers yield! with diseas’d ventures, That play with all infirmities for gold Which rottenness can lend nature! such boil'd stuff, As well might poison poison! Be reveng’d; Or she, that bore you, was no queen, and you Recoil from your great stock. Imo.
Should he make me
What ho, Pisanio!
Imo. Away!—I do condemn mine ears, that have
5 With tomboys,] We still call a masculine, a forward girl, tomboy.
hir'd with that self-exhibition, &c.] Gross strumpets, hired with the very pension which you allow
Of thy assault: if he shall think it fit,
Iach. O happy Leonatus! I may say;
You make amends. Iach. He sits 'mongst men, like a descended god: 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
know, cannot err: The love I bear him Made me to fan you thus; but the gods made you, Unlike all others, chasfless. Pray, your pardon. Imo. All's well, sir: Take my power i’the court
yours. Iach. My humble thanks. I had almost forgot 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.