Iach. You must not so far prefer her 'fore ours of Italy. the name of: but I could then have looked on him without the help of admiration; though the catalogue of his endowments had been tabled by Post. Being so far provoked as I was in France, his side, and I to peruse him by items. I would abate her nothing; though I profess Phi. You speak of him, when he was less fur-myself her adorer, not her friend. nished, than now he is, with that which makes him both without and within. French. I have seen him in France: we had very many there, could behold the sun with as firm eyes as he. Iach. This matter of marrying his king's daughter (wherein he must be weighed rather by her value, than his own) words him, I doubt not, a great deal from the matter. French. And then his banishment : Iach. Ay, and the approbation of those, that weep this lamentable divorce, under her colours, are wonderfully to extend him; be it but to fortify her judgment, which else an easy battery might lay flat, for taking a beggar without more quality. But how comes it, he is to sojourn with you? How creeps acquaintance? Phi. His father and I were soldiers together; to whom I have been often bound for no less than my life. Enter Posthumus. Here comes the Briton: let him be so entertained amongst you, as suits, with gentlemen of your knowing, to a stranger of his quality.-I beseech you all, be better known to this gentlemen; whom I commend to you, as a noble friend of mine: how worthy he is, I will leave to appear hereafter, rather than story him in his own hearing. French. Sir, we have known together in Orleans. Post. Since when I have been debtor to you for courtesies, which I will be ever to pay, and yet pay still. French. Sir, you o'er-rate my poor kindness: I was glad I did atone my countryman and you; it had been pity, you should have been put together with so mortal a purpose, as then each bore, upon importance of so slight and trivial a nature. Post. By your pardon, sir, I was then a young traveller; rather shunned to go even with what I heard, than in my every action to be guided by others' experiences: but, upon my mended judgment (if I offend not to say it is mended), my quarrel was not altogether slight. French. 'Faith, yes, to be put to the arbitrement of swords; and by such two, that would, by all likelihood, have confounded one the other, or have fallen both. Iach. Can we, with manners, ask what was the difference? French. Safely, I think; 'twas a contention in public, which may, without contradiction, suffer the report. It was much like an argument that fell out last night, where each of us fell in praise of our country mistresses; this gentleman at that time vouching (and upon warrant of bloody affirmation), his to be more fair, virtuous, wise, chaste, Constant-qualified, and less attemptible, than any the rarest of our ladies in France. Iuch. That lady is not now living; or this. gentleman's opinion, by this, worn out. Post. She holds her virtue still, and I my mind Iach. As fair, and as good (a kind of hand-in. hand comparison), had been something too fair, and too good, for any lady in Britany. If she went before others I have seen, as that diamond of yours out-lustres many I have beheld, I could not but believe she excelled many: but I have not seen the most precious diamond that is, nor you the lady. Post. I praised her, as I rated her: so do I my stone. Iach. What do you esteem it at? Post. More than the world enjoys. Iach. Either your unparagoned mistress is dead, or she's outprized by a trifle. Post. You are mistaken: the one may be sold, or given; if there were wealth enough for the purchase, or merit for the gift: the other is not a thing for sale, and only the gift of the gods. Iach. Which the gods have given you? Post. Which, by their graces, I will keep. Iach. You may wear her in title yours: but, you know, strange fowl light upon neighbouring ponds. Your ring may be stolen too: so, of your brace of unprizable estimations, the one is but frail, and the other casual; a cunning thief, or a that-way-accomplished courtier, would hazard the winning both of first and last. Post. Your Italy contains none so accomplished a courtier, to convince the honour of my mistress; if, in the holding or loss of that, you term her frail. I do nothing doubt, you have store of thieves; notwithstanding, I fear not my ring. Phi. Let us leave here, gentlemen. Post. Sir, with all my heart. This worthy signior, I thank him, makes no stranger of me; we are familiar at first. Iach. With five times so much conversation, I should get ground of your fair mistress: make her go back, even to the yielding; had I admittance, and opportunity to friend. Post. No, no. Post. A repulse: though your attempt, as yon call it, deserves more; a punishment too. Phi. Gentlemen, enough of this: it came in too suddenly; let it die as it was born, and, I pray you, be better acquainted. Iach. 'Would I had put my estate, and my neighbour's, on the approbation of what I spoke. Post. What lady would you choose to assail? Iach. Your's; whom in constancy, you think, stands so safe. I will lay you ten thousand ducats to your ring, that, commend me to the court | where your lady is, with no more advantage than the opportunity of a second conference, and I will bring from thence that honour of hers, which you imagine so reserved. Post. I will wage against your gold, gold to it: my ring I hold as dear as my finger; 'tis part of it. Iach. You are a friend, and therein the wiser. If you buy ladies' flesh at a million a dram, you cannot preserve it from tainting. But, I see, vou have some religion in you, that you fear. Post. This is but a custom in your tongue; you bear a graver purpose, I hope. Iach. I am the master of my speeches; and would undergo what's spoken, I swear. Post. Will you?—I shall but lend my diamond till your return.-Let there be covenants drawn between us. My mistress exceeds in goodness the hugeness of your unworthy thinking: I dare you to this match; here's my ring. Phi. I will have it no lay. Iach. By the gods, it is one :- -If I bring you no sufficient testimony that I have enjoyed the dearest bodily part of your mistress, my ten thousand ducats are yours; so is your diamond too. If I come off, and leave her in such honour as you have trust in, she your jewel, this your jewel, and my gold, are yours: provided I have your commendation, for my more free entertainment. swer. Post. I embrace these conditions: let us have articles betwixt us :-only thus far you shall anIf you make your voyage upon her, and give me directly to understand you have prevailed, I am no further your enemy, she is not worth our debate ; if she remain unseduced (you not making it appear otherwise), for your ill opinion, and the assault you have made to her chastity, you shall answer me with your sword. Iach. Your hand; a covenant. We will have these things set down by lawful counsel, and straight away for Britain; lest the bargain should catch cold, and starve: I will fetch my gold, and have our two wagers recorded. Post. Agreed. [exeunt Posthumus and Iachimo. let us follow 'em. Pray, [exeunt. Thy pupil long? Hast thou not learn'd me how Cor. Your highness Strange lingering poisons: I do know her spirit, Then afterward up higher; but there is Queen. No further service, doctor, Cor. I humbly take my leave. [exit. Queen. Weeps she still, say'st thou? Dost thou think, in time She will not quench; and let instruction enter [the Queen drops a box; Pisanio takes it up Thou ask'st me such a question: Have I not been ] That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how The case stands with her; do't, as from thyself. Call my women: Think on my words. [exit Pisanio.]—A sly and Not to be shak'd: the agent for his master; The hand fast to her lord. I have given him that, To taste of too. So, so ;-well done, well done : But when to my good lord I prove untrue, SCENE VII. ANOTHER ROOM IN THE SAME. Enter Imogen. Imo. A father cruel, and a step-dame false ; band! My supreme crown of grief! and those repeated Pis. Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome ;- Iach. Change you, madam? The worthy Leonatus is in safety, Imo. What, dear sir, Thus raps you? Are you well? Iach. Thanks, madam; well:-Beseech you, My man's abode where I did leave him Pis. I was going, sir, To give him welcome. he [exit Pisanio. Imo. Continues well my lord? His health, 'be- Imo. Is he dispos'd to mirth? I hope, he is. Imo. When he was here, He did incline to sadness; and oft-tim es Iach. I never saw him sad. There is a Frenchman his companion, one, And greets your highness dearly.[presents a letter. A Gallian girl at home: he furnaces Imo. Thanks, good sir: You are kindly welcome. Iach. All of her, that is out of door, most rich! The thick sighs from him; whiles the jolly Briton (Your lord, I mean), laughs from's free lungs, cries, O! "Can my sides hold, to think, that man,-who By history, report, or his own proof, Imo. Will my lord say so? Iach. Ay, madam, with his eyes in flood with laughter. It is a recreation to be by, And hear him mock the Frenchman: but, hea- Iach. Not he; but yet heaven's bounty towards Imo. What do you pity, sir? You look on me: what wreck discern you in me, More noble than that runagate to your bed; Deserves your pity? Iach. Lamentable! What! To hide me from the radiant sun, and solace Imo. I pray you, sir, Deliver with more openness your answers I was about to say, enjoy your -But It is an office of the gods to venge it, Imo. You do seem to know Something of me, or what concerns me; 'Pray you, Iach. Had I this cheek To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch, Imo. My lord, I fear, Has forgot Britain. Iach. And himself. Not I, Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce The beggary of his change; but 'tis your graces, Imo. Let me hear no more. And will continue fast to your affection, Still close, as sure. Imo. What ho, Pisanio! Iach. Let me my service, tender on your lips. So long attended thee.-If thou wert honourable, Iach. He sits 'mongst men, like a descended Iach. O dearest soul! your cause doth strike In the election of a sir so rare, With pity, that doth make me sick. A lady Would make the great'st king double! to be part [him Which, you know, cannot err. The love I bear for yours. Iach. My humble thanks. I had almost forgot Imo. Pray, what is't? [lord, Iach. Some dozen Romans of us, and your (The best feather of our wing) have mingled To buy a present for the emperor; [sums, Which I, the factor for the rest, have done Imo. Willingly; And pawn mine honour for their safety since Iach. They are in a trunk, Attended by my men: I will make bold To send them to you, only for this night; I must aboard to-morrow. Imo. O, no, no. But not away to-morrow? Iach. O, I must, madam: Therefore, I shall beseech you, if you please I have outstood my time; which is material Iach. Yes, I beseech; or I shall short my word, To the tender of our present. By length'ning my return. From Gallia I cross'd the seas on purpose, and on promise To see your grace. Imo. I thank you for your pains; Imo. I will write. Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept, And truly yielded you.-You are very welcome. [exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. COURT BEFORE CYMBELINE'S PALACE. Enter Cloten and two Lords. Clo. Was there ever man had such luck? when I kissed the jack upon an up-cast, to be hit away! I had an hundred pound on't: and then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure. 1 Lord. What got he by that? you have broke his pate with your bowl. 2 Lord. If his wit had been like him that broke it, it would have ran all out. [aside. Clo. When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths: ha? 2 Lord. No, my lord; nor [aside] crop the ears of them. Clo. Whoreson dog!-I give him satisfaction? 'Would, he had been one of my rank! [aside. 2 Lord. To have smelt like a fool. Clo. I am not more vexed at any thing in the earth.-A pox on't! I had rather not be so noble as I am. They dare not fight with me, because of the queen my mother: every jack-slave hath his belly full of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that nobody can match. 2 Lord. You are a cock and capon too; and you crow, cock, with your comb on. [aside. Clo. Sayest thou? 1 Lord. It is not fit, your lordship should undertake every companion that you give offence to. Clo. No, I know that: but it is fit, I should commit offence to my inferiors. 2 Lord. Ay, it is fit for your lordship only. 1 Lord. Did you hear of a stranger, that's come to court to-night? Clo. A stranger! and I not know on't! 2 Lord. He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it not. Laside. 1 Lord. There's an Italian come; and, 'tis thought, one of Leonatus' friends. Clo. Leonatus! a banished rascal; and he's another, whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger? 1 Lord. One of your lordship's pages. 1 Lord. You cannot derogate, my lord. Is 2 Lord. You are a fool granted; therefore your issues being foolish, do not derogate. [aside. Clo. Come, I'll go see this Italian: What I have lost to-day at bowls, I'll win to-night of him. Come, go. 2 Lord. I'll attend your lordship. [exeunt Cloten and first Lord. That such a crafty devil as is his mother Should yield the world this ass! a woman, that Bears all down with her brain; and this her son Cannot take two from twenty for his heart, And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess, Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'st! Betwixt a father by thy step-dame govern'd; A mother hourly coining plots; a wooer, More hateful than the foul expulsion is Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act Of the divorce he'd make! the heavens hold firm The walls of thy dear honour; keep unshak'd That temple, thy fair mind; that thou may'st stand, To enjoy thy banish'd lord, and this great land! [exit. SCENE II. A BED-CHAMBER; IN ONE PArt of it, a TRUNK. Imogen, reading in her bed; a Lady attending. Lady. Almost midnight, madam. Imo. I have read three hours then: mine eyes are weak: Fold down the leaf, where I have left: To beds Take not away the taper, leave it burning; And if thou canst awake by four o'the clock, I pr'ythee, call me. Sleep hath seiz'd' me wholly. To your protection I commend me, gods! [exit Lady, From fairies, and the tempters of the night, Guard me, beseech ye! [sleeps. Iach. [from the trunk] The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd sense Repairs itself by rest: our Tarquin thus To note the chamber:-I will write all down: Such, and such, pictures:-There the window:-4 Such The adornment of her bed ;-the arras, figures |