Imo. What hoa, Pisanio?

        Iach. Let me my seruice tender on your lippes

         Imo. Away, I do condemne mine eares, that haue

      So long attended thee. If thou wert Honourable

      Thou would'st haue told this tale for Vertue, not

      For such an end thou seek'st, as base, as strange:

      Thou wrong'st a Gentleman, who is as farre

      From thy report, as thou from Honor: and

      Solicites heere a Lady, that disdaines

      Thee, and the Diuell alike. What hoa, Pisanio?

      The King my Father shall be made acquainted

      Of thy Assault: if he shall thinke it fit,

      A sawcy Stranger in his Court, to Mart

      As in a Romish Stew, and to expound

      His beastly minde to vs; he hath a Court

      He little cares for, and a Daughter, who

      He not respects at all. What hoa, Pisanio?

        Iach. O happy Leonatus I may say,

      The credit that thy Lady hath of thee

      Deserues thy trust, and thy most perfect goodnesse

      Her assur'd credit. Blessed liue you long,

      A Lady to the worthiest Sir, that euer

      Country call'd his; and you his Mistris, onely

      For the most worthiest fit. Giue me your pardon,

      I haue spoke this to know if your Affiance

      Were deeply rooted, and shall make your Lord,

      That which he is, new o're: And he is one

      The truest manner'd: such a holy Witch,

      That he enchants Societies into him:

      Halfe all men hearts are his

      Imo. You make amends

         Iach. He sits 'mongst men, like a defended God;

      He hath a kinde of Honor sets him off,

      More then a mortall seeming. Be not angrie

      (Most mighty Princesse) that I haue aduentur'd

      To try your taking of a false report, which hath

      Honour'd with confirmation your great Iudgement,

      In the election of a Sir, so rare,

      Which you know, cannot erre. The loue I beare him,

      Made me to fan you thus, but the Gods made you

      (Vnlike all others) chaffelesse. Pray your pardon

         Imo. All's well Sir:

      Take my powre i'th' Court for yours

         Iach. My humble thankes: I had almost forgot

      T' intreat your Grace, but in a small request,

      And yet of moment too, for it concernes:

      Your Lord, my selfe, and other Noble Friends

      Are partners in the businesse

         Imo. Pray what is't?

        Iach. Some dozen Romanes of vs, and your Lord

      (The best Feather of our wing) haue mingled summes

      To buy a Present for the Emperor:

      Which I (the Factor for the rest) haue done

      In France: 'tis Plate of rare deuice, and Iewels

      Of rich, and exquisite forme, their valewes great,

      And I am something curious, being strange

      To haue them in safe stowage: May it please you

      To take them in protection

         Imo. Willingly:

      And pawne mine Honor for their safety, since

      My Lord hath interest in them, I will keepe them

      In my Bed-chamber

         Iach. They are in a Trunke

      Attended by my men: I will make bold

      To send them to you, onely for this night:

      I must aboord to morrow

      Imo. O no, no

         Iach. Yes I beseech: or I shall short my word

      By length'ning my returne. From Gallia,

      I crost the Seas on purpose, and on promise

      To see your Grace

         Imo. I thanke you for your paines:

      But not away to morrow

         Iach. O I must Madam.

      Therefore I shall beseech you, if you please

      To greet your Lord with writing, doo't to night,

      I haue out-stood my time, which is materiall

      To'th' tender of our Present

         Imo. I will write:

      Send your Trunke to me, it shall safe be kept,

      And truely yeelded you: you're very welcome.

      Exeunt.