Wherefore ey'st him so?
Imo. Ile tell you (Sir) in priuate, if you please
To giue me hearing
Cym. I, with all my heart,
And lend my best attention. What's thy name?
Imo. Fidele Sir
Cym. Thou'rt my good youth: my Page
Ile be thy Master: walke with me: speake freely
Bel. Is not this Boy reuiu'd from death?
Arui. One Sand another
Not more resembles that sweet Rosie Lad:
Who dyed, and was Fidele: what thinke you?
Gui. The same dead thing aliue
Bel. Peace, peace, see further: he eyes vs not, forbeare
Creatures may be alike: were't he, I am sure
He would haue spoke to vs
Gui. But we see him dead
Bel. Be silent: let's see further
Pisa. It is my Mistris:
Since she is liuing, let the time run on,
To good, or bad
Cym. Come, stand thou by our side,
Make thy demand alowd. Sir, step you forth,
Giue answer to this Boy, and do it freely,
Or by our Greatnesse, and the grace of it
(Which is our Honor) bitter torture shall
Winnow the truth from falshood. One speake to him
Imo. My boone is, that this Gentleman may render
Of whom he had this Ring
Post. What's that to him?
Cym. That Diamond vpon your Finger, say
How came it yours?
Iach. Thou'lt torture me to leaue vnspoken, that
Which to be spoke, wou'd torture thee
Cym. How? me?
Iach. I am glad to be constrain'd to vtter that
Which torments me to conceale. By Villany
I got this Ring: 'twas Leonatus Iewell,
Whom thou did'st banish: and which more may greeue thee,
As it doth me: a Nobler Sir, ne're liu'd
'Twixt sky and ground.
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