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Comparative for your virtues, to be styled
The south-fog rot him! Imo. He never can meet more mischance than
come To be but named of thee. His meanest garment, That ever hath but clipp'd* his body, is dearer In my respect than all the hairs above thee, 140 Were they all made such men.
*Enclosed. Enter PISANIO. Clo. "His garment!' Now the devilImo. To Dorothy my woman hie thee presentlyClo. ·His garment!' Imo.
I am sprited* with a fool, Frighted, and anger'd worse: go bid my woman Search for a jewel that too casually Hath left minearni: it was thy master's: 'shrew me, If I would lose it for a revenue Of any king's in Europe. I do think I saw't this morning: confident I am
150 Last night 'twas on mine arm; I kiss'd it: I hope it be not gone to tell my lord That I kiss aught but he. Pis.
'Twill not be lost. Imo. I hope so: go and search. [Exit Pisanio. Clo.
You have abused me: ‘His meanest garment!' Imo.
Ay, I said so, sir:
Člo. I will inform your father.
Your mother too:
I'll be revenged: 160 ‘His meanest garment! Well.
[Exit. SCENE IV. Rome. Philario's house.
Enter POSTHUMUS and PHILARIO. Post. Fear it not, sir: I would I were so sure
To win the king as I am bold her honour
What means do you make to him ?
hopes, I barely gratify your love; they failing, I must die much
debtor. Phi. 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 's commission throughly: and I think He'll grant the tribute, send the arrearages, Or look upon our Romans, whose remembrance Is yet fresh in their grief. Post.
I do believe, Statist* though I am none, nor like to be, *Statesman. 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 20° Are men more order'd than when Julius Cæsar Smiled 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 That mend upon the world.
31 Is one of the fairest that I have look'd upon. Post. And therewithal the best; or let her
Look through a casement to allure false hearts
Here are letters for
you. Post. Their tenour good, I trust. Iach.
'Tis very like. Phi. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court When you were there? lach.
He was expected then,
All is well yet.
If I had lost it,
Post. The stone's too hard to come by.
Not a whit,
Make not, sir,
Good sir, we must,
If you can make 't apparent That you have tasted her in bed, my hand And ring is yours; if not, the foul opinion You had of her pure honour gains or loses Your sword or mine, or masterless leaves both 60 To who shall find them. lach.
Sir, my circumstances, Being so near the truth as I will make them, Must first induce you to believe: whose strength I will confirm with oath; which, I doubt not, You 'll give me leave to spare, when you shall find You need it not.
First, her bedchamber,-
This is true;
So they must,
This is a thing
The roof o' the chamber
This is her honour! Let it be granted you have seen all this—and praise Be given to your remembrance—the description Of what is in her chamber nothing saves The wager you have laid. lach.
Then, if you can,
[Showing the bracelet. Be pale: I beg but leave to air this jewel; see! And now 'tis up again; it must be married To that your diamond; I'll keep them.
Sir-I thank her—that: 100
May be she pluck'd it off To send it me.
lach. She writes so to you, doth she? Post. O, no, no, no! 'tis true. Here, take this too;
[Gives the ring. It is a basilisk unto mine eye, Kills me to look on 't. Let there be no honour Where there is beauty; truth, where semblance; love,
109 Where there's another man : the vows of women Of no more bondage be, to where they are made, Than they are to their virtues; which is nothing. 0, above measure false ! Phi.
Have patience, sir, And take your ring again; 'tis not yet won: It
may be probable she lost it; or
lach. By Jupiter, I had it from her arm.
'Tis true: nay, keep the ring—'tis true: I am sure She would not lose it: her attendants are All sworn and honourable:—they induced to steal
it! And by a stranger !-No, he hath enjoy'd her: The cognizance* of her incontinency Is this: she hath bought the name of whore thus
dearly. There, take thy hire; and all the fiends of hell Divide themselves between you !