Iach. Would I had put my eftate and my neighbour's, on th' approbation of what I have spoke. Poft. What lady would you chuse to affail? Iach. Yours; who in conftancy you think ftands fo fafe. 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 fecond conference, I will bring from thence that honour of hers, which you imagine fo referv'd. Poft. I will wage against your gold, gold to it: my ring I hold dear as my finger, 'tis part of it. Iach. You are afraid, and therein the wiser; if you buy ladies flesh at a million a dram, you cannot preferve it from tainting. But I fee you have fome religion in you, that you fear. Poft. This is but a custom in your tongue; you bear a graver purpose, I hope. Iach. I am the mafter of my speeches, and would undergo what's fpoken, I swear. your Poft. Will you? I fhall but lend my diamond 'till return; let there be covenants drawn between us. My mistress exceeds in goodness the hugenefs of your unworthy thoughts. I dare you to this match; here's my ring. Phil. I will have it no lay. 2 Iach. By the Gods, it is one. If I bring you fufficient teftimony that I have enjoy'd the dearest bodily part of your mistress, my ten thoufand ducats are mine fo is your diamond too: if I come off, and leave her in fuch honour as you have truft in; fhe your jewel, this your jewel, and my gold are yours; provided I have your commendation, for my more free entertainment. Poft. I embrace thefe conditions; let us have articles betwixt us; only thus far you shall anfwer; if you make your voyage upon her, and give me directly to under 9 a Friend, . . . old edit. Theob. emend. 1 you not fufficient. old edit. Warb, emend. 2 yours... old edit. Warb, emend. ftand stand you have prevail'd, I am no further your enemy, fhe is not worth our debate. If fhe remain unfeduc'd, you not making it appear otherwife; for your ill opinion, and th' affault you have made to her chastity, you shall anfwer me with your fword. Iach. Your hand, a covenant; we will have thefe things fet down by lawful counfel, and straight away for Britain, left the bargain fhould catch cold, and starve. I will fetch my gold, and have our two wagers recorded. [Exeunt Pofthumus and Iachimo. Poft. Agreed. SCENE [Exeunt. VII. Cymbeline's Palace in Britain. Enter Queen, Ladies, and Cornelius with a vial. Queen. WH While yet the dew's Hile yet the dew's on ground gather those flowers. Make hafte. Who has the note of them? Lady. I, Madam. Queen. Dispatch. [Exeunt Ladies. Now, mafter doctor, have you brought thofe drugs? Cor. Pleafeth your Highness, ay; here they are, Madam; But I beseech your Grace without offence (My confcience bids me ask) wherefore you have Queen. I do wonder, doctor, Thou ask'ft me fuch a question; have I not been For For my confections? having thus far proceeded, Other conclufions? I will try the forces Allayments to their act, and by them gather Cor. Your Highness Shall from this practice but make hard your heart; Both noyfome and infectious. Queen. O, content thee. Enter Pifanio. Here comes a flatt'ring rafcal, upon him Cor. I do fufpect you, Madam. But you fhall do no harm. Queen. Hark thee a word. [Afide. [Afide. To Pifanio. Cor. I do not like her. She doth think fhe has 3 That he has Will ftupifie and dull the fense a while; Which first perchance fhe'll prove on cats and dogs, 3 Those. Queen Queen. No further service, Doctor, until I 4' fend.` Cor. 'I take my leave. [Exit. Queen. Weeps the ftill, fay'ft thou? doft thou think in time She will not quench, and let inftructions enter Where folly now poffeffes? do thou work; When thou shalt bring me word fhe loves my fon, [Pifanio looking on the vial. That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how Think on my words. [Exit Pifanio. A fly and conftant knave, fend for thee. I 2 5 I humbly take Chance... old edit. Theob. emend. Not 132 Not to be fhak'd; the agent for his master, The hand faft to her Lord. I've giv'n him that, Enter Pifanio, and Ladies. So, fo; well done, well done; The violets, cowflips, and the prim-rofes, Think on my words. Pif. 'I fhall do fo:` But when to my good Lord I prove untrue, [Exeunt Queen and Ladies. [Exit. VIII. SCE NE Imogen's Apartment. Enter Imogen alone: Imo. A Father cruel, and a stepdame false, A foolish fuitor to a wedded Lady, That hath her husband banish'd-O, that husband! 8/ As my two brothers, happy! but most miserable Enter Pifanio, and Iachimo. Pif. Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome Comes from my Lord with letters. Iach. |