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Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave
Imo. False to his bed! What is it, to be false ?
Pis. Alas, good lady!
Imo. I false? Thy conscience witness. - Iachimo, Thou didst accuse him of incontinency; Thou then look’dst like a villain; now, methinks, Thy favour's good enough.—Some jay of Italy, Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him : Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion ; And, for I am richer than to bang by the walls, I must be ripp'd :-to pieces with me!-0! Men's vows are women's traitors. All good seeming, By thy revolt, О husband ! shall be thought Put on for villany; not born where't grows, But worn a bait for ladies.
Good madam, hear me. Imo. True honest men being heard, like false Æneas, Were in his time thought false; and Sinon's weeping Did scandal many a holy tear; took pity From most true wretchedness: so thou, Posthumus, Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men: Goodly, and gallant, shall be false, and perjur’d, From thy great fail.—Come, fellow, be thou honest : Do thou thy master's bidding. When thou seest him, A little witness my obedience: look! I draw the sword myself: take it; and hit The innocent mansion of my love, my heart. Fear not; 'tis empty of all things, but grief: Thy master is not there, who was, indeed, The riches of it. Do his bidding; strike.
Thou may'st be valiant in a better cause,
Hence, vile instrument !
Why, I must die; And if I do not by thy hand, thou art No servant of thy master's. Against self-slaughter There is a prohibition so divine, That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my heart : Something's afore't8:—Soft, soft! we'll no defence; Obedient as the scabbard.What is here? The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus, All turn’d to heresy? Away, away, Corrupters of my faith! you shall no more Be stomachers to my heart. Thus may poor fools Believe false teachers : though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor Stands in worse case of woe. And thou, Posthumus, that didst set up My disobedience 'gainst the king my father, And make me put into contempt the suits Of princely fellows', shalt hereafter find It is no act of common passage, but A strain of rareness : and I grieve myself, To think, when thou shalt be disedg’d by her That now thou tirist on', how thy memory Will then be pang’d by me.—Pr’ythee, despatch : The lamb entreats the butcher: where's thy knife ? Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding, When I desire it too.
8 Something's AFORE'T :] The old printer, not understanding what was meant, misprinted these words “Something's a-foot,” an error continued in the later folios, and corrected by Rowe.
9 Of princely Fellows,] “ Princely fellows” means the equals of Imogen, who sought her hand in marriage. 1- when thou shalt be diseDG’d by her
That now thou tir'st on,] To “disedge” is, of course, to take off the edge of appetite : to“ tire on” is to feed on, or peck at ravenously, as a bird of prey. See Vol. iii. p. 465 ; Vol. v. p. 238 ; and Vol. vi. p. 551.
O gracious lady!
Do't, and to bed, then.
But to win time,
Talk thy tongue weary; speak:
Then, madam, I thought you would not back again. Imo.
Not so, neither :
Imo. Some Roman courtezan.
No, on my life.
? I'll wake mine eye-balls blind first.) We adopt the received reading here: in all the old copies “blind” is omitted in this line, and that, or some other equivalent monosyllable, seems necessary for the sense and metre.
I'll give but notice you are dead, and send him
Why, good fellow,
If you'll back to the court,Imo. No court, no father; nor no more ado With that harsh, noble, simple nothing, That Cloten, whose love-suit hath been to me As fearful as a siege. Pis.
If not at court, Then not in Britain must you bide. Imo.
I am most glad
0, for such means !
Well then, here's the point.
You must forget to be a woman; change
Nay, be brief:
First, make yourself but like one.
know?, If that his head have ear in music) doubtless, With joy he will embrace you; for he's honourable, And, doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad, You bave me, rich; and I will never fail Beginning nor supplyment. Imo.
Thou art all the comfort The gods will diet me with. Pr’ythee, away: There's more to be consider'd, but we'll even All that good time will give us. This attempt I'm soldier to, and will abide it with
3 – (which you will make him know,) In the original it stands " which will make him know," you having perhaps accidentally dropped out. All the folios are alike in this respect.