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Hurt him? His bodie's a passable Carkasse if he bee

      not hurt. It is a through-fare for Steele if it be not hurt

         2 His Steele was in debt, it went o'th' Backe-side the

      Towne

      Clot. The Villaine would not stand me

      2 No, but he fled forward still, toward your face

         1 Stand you? you haue Land enough of your owne:

      But he added to your hauing, gaue you some ground

         2 As many Inches, as you haue Oceans (Puppies.)

        Clot. I would they had not come betweene vs

         2 So would I, till you had measur'd how long a Foole

      you were vpon the ground

         Clot. And that shee should loue this Fellow, and refuse

      mee

      2 If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damn'd

      1 Sir, as I told you alwayes: her Beauty & her Braine go not together. Shee's a good signe, but I haue seene small reflection of her wit

         2 She shines not vpon Fooles, least the reflection

      Should hurt her

         Clot. Come, Ile to my Chamber: would there had

      beene some hurt done

         2 I wish not so, vnlesse it had bin the fall of an Asse,

      which is no great hurt

         Clot. You'l go with vs?

        1 Ile attend your Lordship

      Clot. Nay come, let's go together

      2 Well my Lord.

      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 (Madam)

      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 (I doubt not) 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

      Post. By your pardon Sir, I was then a young Traueller, rather shun'd to go euen with what I heard, then in my euery action to be guided by others experiences: but vpon my mended iudgement (if I offend to say it is mended) my Quarrell was not altogether slight

      French. Faith yes,