Imo. But that you shall not say I yield, being silent, I would not speak. I pray you, spare me faith, I shall unfold equal discourtesy To your best kindness: one of your great knowing Should learn, being taught, forbearance. Clot. To leave you in your madness, "twere my sin: I will not. Imo. Fools are not mad folks. Clot. Do you call me fool? Imo. As I am mad, I do: If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad, By being so verbal and learn now, for all, : 238 That I, which know my heart, do here pronounce, By the very truth of it I care not for you; And am so near the lack of charity (To accuse myself), I hate you: which I had rather You felt, than make't my boast. Clot. You sin against Obedience, which you owe your father. For 240 The contract you pretend with that base wretch But brats and beggary) in self-figur'd knot; 250 The The consequence o' the crown; and must not soil A hilding for a livery, a squire's cloth, Imo. Prophane fellow ! Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more, The under-hangman of his kingdom; and hated Clot. The south-fog rot him! 260 Imo. He never can meet more mischance, than come To be but nam'd of thee. His meanest garment, That ever hath but clip'd his body, is dearer, In my respect, than all the hairs above thee, Were they all made such men.-How now, Pisanio è Enter PISANIO. Clot. His garment? Now, the devil Imo. To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently :Clot. His garment? Imo. I am sprighted with a fool; 271 Frighted, and anger'd worse :-Go, bid my woman Search for a jewel, that too casually Hath left mine arm; it was thy master's: shrew me, Of any king's in Europe. I do think, Last Last night 'twas on mine arm; I kissed it: Pis. 'Twill not be lost. Imo. I hope so: go, and search. 280 [Exit PISANIO. Clot. You have abus'd me : His meanest garment ? If Imo. Ay; I said so, sir: you will make't an action, call witness to't. Clot. I will inform your father. Imo. Your mother too : She's my good lady; and will conceive, I hope, 290 But the worst of me. So I leave you, sir, To the worst of discontent. Clot. I'll be reveng'd: His meanest garment ?- Well. SCENE IV. Rome. An Apartment in PHILARIO's House. [Exit. [Exit. Post. Fear it not, sir: I would, I were so sure Phil. What means do you make to him? Enter Post. Not any; but abide the change of time : Quake in the present winter's state, and wish 300 That warmer days would come: In these fear'd hopes, I barely gratify your love; they failing, I must die much your debtor. Phil. Your very goodness, and your company, Hath heard of great Augustus: Caius Lucius Or look upon our Romans, whose remembrance Post. I do believe 310 (Statist though I am none, nor like to be), (Now mingled with their courages) will make known Enter IACHIMO. Phil. See! Iachimo! 321 Post. The swiftest harts have posted you by land; And winds of all the corners kiss'd your sails, To make your vessel nimble. Phil. Welcome, sir. Post. I hope, the briefness of your answer made The speediness of your return. lach. Your lady 330 Is one of the fairest that I have look'd upon. Post. And, therewithal, the best; or let her beauty Look through a casement to allure false hearts, And be false with them. lach. Here are letters for you. Post. Their tenour good, I trust. lach. 'Tis very like. Post. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court, When you were there? lach. He was expected then, But not approach'd. Post. All is well yet. Sparkles this stone as it was wont? or is't not lach. If I have lost it, I should have lost the worth of it in gold. A second night of such sweet shortness, which Post. The stone's too hard to come by. lach. Not a whit, Your lady being so easy. Post. Make not, sir, Your loss your sport: I hope, you know that we Iach. Good sir, we must, If you keep covenant: Had I not brought 340 350 360 Together |