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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,
for all, 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.
240 Clot. You sin against Obedience, which you owe your father. For The contract you pretend with that base wretch (One, bred of alms, and foster'd with cold dishes, With
scraps o' the court), it is no contract, none : And though it be allow'd in meaner parties (Yet who, than he, more mean :) to knit their souls (On whom there is no more dependency But brats and beggary) in self-figur'd knot ; Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by 250
The consequence o' the crown; and must not soil
Imo. Prophane fellow!
26. The under-hangman of his kingdom; and hated For being preferråd so well.
Clot. The south-fog rot him !
Imo. He never can meet more mischance, than como 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 ?
Clot. His garment ? Now, the devil
Last night 'twas on mine arm; I kissed it:
280 That I kiss aught but him.
Pis. 'Twill not be lost.
Clot. You have abus'd me:
Imo. Ay; I said so, sir :
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.
[Exii. Clot. I'll be reveng'd :His meanest garment?
Rome. An Apartment in PHILARIO's House.
POSTHUMUS, and PHILARIO.
Post. Fear it not, sir : I would, I were so sure
Phil. What means do you make to him?
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, O'erpays all I can do. By this, your king Hath heard of great Augustus: Caius Lucius Will do his commission thoroughly: And, I think, He'll grant the tribute, send the arrearages, Or look upon our Romans, whose remembrance Is yet fresh in their grief.
310 Post. I do believe (Statist though I am none, nor like to be), That this will prove a war; and you shall hear The legions, now in Gallia, sooner landed In our not-fearing Britain, than have tidings Of any penny tribute paid. Our countrymen Are men more order'd, than when Julius Cæsar Smil'd at their lack of skill, but found their courage Worthy his frowning at: Their discipline (Now mingled with their courages) will make known To their approvers, they are people, such 32 1 That mend upon the world.
Phil. See! Iachimo!
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. Yoựr lady
Is one of the fairest that I have look'd upon.
Post. And, therewithal, the best; or let her beauty
lach. Here are letters for you.
Post. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court,
340 But not approach'd.
Post. All is well yet.
lach. If I have lost it,
Post. Make not, sir,
lach. Good sir, we must,