Page 466 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

IMOGEN

Not he, I hope.

IACHIMO
Not he: but yet heaven’s bounty towards him might
Be us’d more thankfully. In himself’tis much;
In you, which I account his, beyond all talents. [80]

Whilst I am bound to wonder, I am bound
To pity too.

IMOGEN
What do you pity, sir?

IACHIMO
Two creatures heartily.

IMOGEN
Am I one, sir?
You look on me: what wrack discern you in me

Deserves your pity?

IACHIMO
Lamentable! What [85]
To hide me from the radiant sun, and solace
I’ th’ dungeon by a snuff?

IMOGEN

I pray you, sir,
Deliver with more openness your answers
To my demands. Why do you pity me?

IACHIMO
That others do [90]
(I was about to say) enjoy your − But

It is an office of the gods to venge it,
Not mine to speak on’t.