Clo. Imo. His meanest garment ? You have abus'd me: Ay; I said so, sir. If you will make't an action, call witness to't. Imo. She's my good lady; and will conceive, I hope, To the worst of discontent. Clo. Your mother too: [Exit. I'll be reveng'd: [Exit. His meanest garment? — Well. 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 honour 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, Post. (Statist 9 though I am none, nor like to be,) Phi courage Enter IACHIMO. See! Iachimo? Post. The swiftest harts have posted you by land: And winds of all the corners kiss'd 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 the fairest that I have look'd upon. Post. And, therewithal, the best; or let her beauty Look through a casement to allure false hearts, And be false with them. Iach. Here are letters for you. "Tis very like. Phi. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court, When you were there? Iach. But not approach'd. 9 Statesman. He was expected then, Sparkles this stone as it was wont? or is't not Iach. If I have lost it, I should have lost the worth of it in gold. Your lady being 80 easy. Post. Not a whit, 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 By both 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 honour, gains, or loses, Your sword, or mine; or masterless leaves both To who shall find them. 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. Iach. Proceed. First, her bed-chamber, (Where, I confess, I slept not; but, profess, Had that was well worth watching,) It was hang'd Post. This is true; And this you might have heard of here, by me, Or by some other. Iach. Must justify my knowledge. Post. More particulars So they must, The chimney Or do your honour injury. Post. Iach. 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 honour! 2 Ornamented iron bars which support wood burnt in chimneys. s Torches in the hands of Cupids. Let it be granted, you have seen all this, (and praise Be given to your remembrance,) the description 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. Once more let me behold it: Is it that Jove! Iach. Sir, (I thank her,) that: 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 priz'd it once. Post. To send it me. May be, she pluck'd it off, She writes so to you? doth she? Here, take this [Gives the Ring. Post. O, no, no, no; 'tis true. too; It is a basilisk unto mine eye, 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; 'tis not yet won: It may be probable, she lost it; or, |