Page 469 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

So long attended thee. If thou wert honourable,
Thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue, not
For such an end thou seek’st, as base, as strange.
Thou wrong’st a gentleman, who is as far [145]

From thy report as thou from honour, and
Solicits here a lady that disdains
Thee, and the devil alike. What ho, Pisanio!
The king my father shall be made acquainted

Of thy assault: if he shall think it fit [150]
A saucy stranger in his court to mart
As in a Romish stew, and to expound
His beastly mind to us, he hath a court

He little cares for, and a daughter who
He not respects at all. What ho, Pisanio! [155]

IACHIMO
O happy Leonatus! I may say:
The credit that thy lady hath of thee

Deserves thy trust, and thy most perfect goodness
Her assur’d credit. Blessed live you long!
A lady to the worthiest sir that ever [160]
Country call’d his; and you, his mistress, only
For the most worthiest fit. Give me your pardon.

I have spoke this to know if your affiance
Were deeply rooted, and shall make your lord
That which he is, new o’er: and he is one [165]

The truest manner’d: such a holy witch
That he enchants societies into him:
Half all men’s hearts are his.

IMOGEN
You make amends.

IACHIMO
He sits ’mongst men like a descended god;
He hath a kind of honour sets him off, [170]

More than a mortal seeming. Be not angry,
Most mighty princess, that I have adventur’d