Betwixt a father by thy step-dame governed; Of thy dear husband; than that horrid act The adornment of her bed: the arras, figures, Why, such and such; and the contents o' the story: Ah, but some natural notes about her body, Of the divorce he'd make! The heavens hold Above ten thousand meaner movables firm The walls of thy dear honor; keep unshaked [Exit. Would testify, to enrich mine inventory. O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her! A Bed-chamber; in one part of it a As strongly as the conscience does within, Lady. Almost midnight, madam. Imo. I have read three hours, then mine eyes Fold down the leaf where I have left: to bed: To your protection I commend me, gods! IACHIMO, from the trunk. [Sleeps. The crickets sing, and man's o'erlabored sense sign: de To note the chamber, I will write all down: To the madding of her lord. On her left breast, ta'en The treasure of her honor. No more. To what Why should I write this down, that's riveted, have gold enough. It's almost morning, is 't You were inspired to do those duties which not? You tender to her; that you in all obey her, Senseless? not so. Clo. If she be up, I'll speak with her; if not, Let her lie still and dream. — By your leave, ho! [Knocks. I know her women are about her: what Diana's rangers, false themselves, yield up 2nd Lord. Here comes the king. Clo. I am glad I was up so late; for that's the reason I was up so early. He cannot choose but take this service I have done, fatherly. -Good-morrow to your majesty, and to my gracious mother. Which makes the true man killed, and saves the Cym. Attend you here the door of our stern daughter? Will she not forth? thief; Nay, sometime hangs both thief and true man : what Clo. I have assailed her with music, but she Can it not do, and undo? I will make vouchsafes no notice. Cym. The exile of her minion is too new; Queen. You are most bound to the king, One of her women lawyer to me; for Enter a Lady. Lady. Who's there that knocks? Lady. A gentleman. No more? Clo. Yes, and a gentlewoman's son. Lady. That's more [Knocks Than some, whose tailors are as dear as yours, Can justly boast of. What's your lordship's pleas- With scraps o' the court), it is no contract, none: Clo There's gold for you; sell me your good Yet you are curbed from that enlargement by report. Lady. How! my good name? or to report of you What I shall think is good? The princess Enter IMOGEN. The consequence o' the crown; and must not soil The precious note of it with a base slave, A hilding for a livery, a squire's cloth, Clo. Good-morrow, fairest sister: your sweet Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more hand. But what thou art besides, thou wert too base Imo. Good-morrow, sir: you lay out too much To be his groom: thou wert dignified enough, Imo. If you but said so, 't were as deep with me: Clo. This is no answer. To be but named of thee. His meanest garment Imo. But that you shall not say I yield, being In my respect than all the hairs above thee, I would not speak. I pray you, spare me : i' faith, I shall unfold equal discourtesy To your best kindness: one of your great knowing Should learn, being taught, forbearance. Clo. To leave you in your madness, 't were my sin: Enter PISANIO. How now, SCENE IV. — Rome. An Apartment in PHILARIO'S Look through a casement to allure false hearts, 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 honor Will remain hers. Phi. What means do you make to him? I barely gratify your love; they failing, Phi. Your very goodness, and your company, Your loss your sport: I hope you know that we Must not continue friends. Good sir, we must, Had I not brought Iach. If you keep covenant. The knowledge of your mistress home, I grant We were to question further: but I now Profess myself the winner of her honor, Together with your ring: and not the wronger Of her or you, having proceeded but By both your wills. Post. If you can make 't apparent That have tasted her in bed, my hand you And ring is yours: if not, the foul opinion. You had of her pure honor gains or loses Your sword or mine, or masterless leaves both To who shall find them. Iach. Sir, my circumstances, Post. The swiftest harts have posted you by land; Being so near the truth as I will make them, (Where I confess I slept not; but profess Had that was well worth watching), it was hanged Once more let me behold it: is it that Which I left with her? Iach. Sir (I thank her), that : She stripped it from her arm: I see her yet: Her pretty action did outsell her gift, And yet enriched it too. She gave it me, said She prized it once. Post. To send it me. Iach. and May be she plucked it off She writes so to you, doth she? Here, take this [Gives the ring. Kills me to look on 't. - Let there be no honor Where there is beauty; truth, where semblance; love, 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.O, above measure false ! Phi. Have patience, sir, And take your ring again; 't is not yet won: It may be probable she lost it; or Who knows if one of her women, being corrupted, Hath stolen it from her? Post. And so I hope he came by 't. - Back my ring: |