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Comparative for your virtues, to be styled
The under-hangman of his kingdom, and hated
For being preferr'd so well.

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.

How now,


*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:
If you will make 't an action, call witness to 't.

Člo. I will inform your father.

Your mother too:
She's my good lady, and will conceive, I hope,
But the worst of me. So, I leave you, sir,
To the worst of discontent.

[Exit. Clo.

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
Will remain hers.

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
That warmer days would come: in these sear'd

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.



See! Iachimo!
Post. The swiftest harts have posted you by

And winds of all the corners kiss'd your sails,
To make your vessel nimble.

Welcome, sir.
Post.' I hope the briefness of your answer made
The speediness of your return.

Your lady

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
And be false with them.

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,
But not approach’d.

All is well yet.
Sparkles this stone as it was wont? or is 't not 40
Too dull for your good wearing?

If I had lost it,
I should have lost the worth of it in gold.
I'll make a journey twice as far, to enjoy
A second night of such sweet shortness which
Was mine in Britain, for the ring is won.

Post. The stone's too hard to come by.

Not a whit,
Your lady being so easy.

Make not, sir,
Your loss your sport: I hope you know that we
Must not continue friends.

Good sir, we must,
If you keep covenant.
Had I not brought

The knowledge of your mistress home, I grant
We were to question further: but I now
Profess myself the winner of her honour,
Together with your ring; and not the wronger
Of her or you, having proceeded but
By both your wills.

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.

Post. Proceed.

First, her bedchamber,-
Where, I confess, I slept not, but profess
Had that was well worth watching—it was hang'd
With tapestry of silk and silver; the story
Proud Cleopatra, when she met her Roman, 70
And Cydnus swell’d above the banks, or for
The press of boats or pride: a piece of work
So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive
In workmanship and value; which I wonder'd
Could be so rarely and exactly wrought,
Since the true life on 't was-

This is true;
And this you might have heard of here, by me,
Or by some other.

More particulars
Must justify my knowledge.

So they must,
Or do your honour injury.

The chimney

Is south the chamber, and the chimney-piece
Chaste Dian bathing: never saw I figures
So likely to report themselves: the cutter
Was as another nature, dumb; outwent her,
Motion and breath left out.

This is a thing
Which you might from relation likewise reap,
Being, as it is, much spoke of.

The roof o' the chamber
With golden cherubins is fretted: her andirons-
I had forgot them— were two winking Cupids
Of silver, each on one foot standing, nicely 90
Depending on their brands.

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.


Once more let me behold it: is it that
Which I left with her ?

Sir-I thank her—that: 100
She stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet;
Her pretty action did outsell her gift,
And yet enrich'd it too: she gave it me, and said
She prized it once.

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
Who knows if one of her women, being corrupted,
Hath stol'n it from her ?

Very true:
And so, I hope, he came by't. Back my ring:
Render to me some corporal sign about her,
More evident than this; for this was stolen.

lach. By Jupiter, I had it from her arm.
Post. Hark you, he swears; by Jupiter he

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'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 !


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