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Clo. His garment ?
Imo.

I am sprighted with a fool ;1
Frighted, and angered worse.—Go, bid my woman
Search for a jewel, that too casually
Hath left mine arm; 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,
Last night 'twas on mine arm; I kissed 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 Pis. 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. Clo. I will inform

your

father. Imo.

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.His meanest garment ?-Well.

[Exit.

SCENE IV. Rome. An Apartment in 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 honor
Will remain hers.
Phi.

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

1 i. e. haunted by a fool as by a spright. 2 This is said ironically. “My good lady” is equivalent to “my good friend."

That warmer days would come: in these feared hopes
I barely gratify your love; they failing,
I must die much

your

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 his 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,)
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 ordered, 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.

Enter Lachimo.

Phi.

See! Iachimo!
Post. The swiftest harts have posted you by land;
And winds of all the corners kissed your sails,
To make your vessel nimble.
Phi.

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

Your lady
Is one of the fairest that I have looked upon.

Post. And, therewithal, the best ; or let her beauty

1 Or stands here for ere. Respecting the tribute here alluded to, see the Preliminary Remarks.

2 i, e. statesman.

3 That is, “ to those who try them.” The old copy, by a common typographical error in the preceding line, has wingled instead of mingled. | This speech is given to Posthumus in the old copy. It was transferred to Philario at the suggestion of Steevens.

Look through a casement to allure false hearts,
And be false with them.
Iach.

Here are letters for you.
Post. Their tenor good, I trust.
Iach.

'Tis very like.
Phi. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court,
When you were there ? 1
Iach.

He was expected then,
But not approached.
Post.

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

If I have 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. lach.

Not a whit,
Your lady being so easy.
Post.

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

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 honor,
Together with your ring; and not the wronger
Of her, or you, having proceeded but

your

wills.
Post.
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 honor, gains, or loses,
Your sword, or mine; or masterless leaves both
To who shall find them.

By both

Iach.

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.
Iach.

First, her bed-chamber
Where, I confess, I slept not ; but, profess,
Had that was well worth watching,') it was hanged
With tapestry of silk and silver; the story,
Proud Cleopatra, when she met her Roman,
And Cydnus swelled 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 wondered,
Could be so rarely and exactly wrought,
Since the true life on't was?
Post.

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

More particulars
Must justify my knowledge.
Post.

So they must,
Or do your honor injury.
Iach.

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; 3 outwent her,
Motion and breath left out.
Post.

This is a thing

1 i. e. “ that which was well worth watching or lying awake (for).” See the preceding scene. 2 Mason proposes to read :

« Such the true life on't was." It is a typographical error easily made; and the emendation deserves a place in the text.

3 i. e. so near speech. The meaning of the latter part of the sentence is ; “The sculptor was as nature dumb; he gave every thing that nature gives, but breath and motion. In breath is included speech.

Which you might from relation likewise reap;
Being, as it is, much spoke of.
lach.

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
Depending on their brands.
Post.

This is her honor!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. Iach.

Then, if you can,

[Pulling out 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.
Post.

Jove!
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, and said She prized it once. Post.

May be, she plucked 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 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!

i The transverse or horizontal pieces, upon which the wood was supported, were what Shakspeare here calls the brands ; properly brandirons.

2 The meaning seems to be, “ If you ever can be pale—be pale now with jealousy."

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