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In our not fearing Britain, than have tidings
Phil. Welcome, sir !
Post. I hope, the briefness of your answer made The speediness of your return.
Iach. Your lady
Post. And, therewithal, the best;, or let her beauty
Iach. Here are letters for you.
(Posthumus reads the Letters. Post. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain Court, When you were there?
Iach. He was, my lord:--but I
Phil. All is well yet. -
Iach. If I have lost it,
A second night of such sweet shortness, which
Post. The stone's too hard to come by.
Iach. Not a wbit, Your lady being so easy.
Post. Make not, sir,
Iach. Good sir, we must,
Post. If you can make it apparent
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.
Iach. First, her bed-chamber, (Where, I confess, I slept not; but, profess, Had that, was well worth watching,) It was hangod With tapestry of silk and silver; the story, Proud Cleopatra, when she met her Roman; A piece of work So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive In workmanship and value.
Post. This is true;
Iach. More particulars
Post. So they must,
lach. The chimney
Post, This is a thing,
Iach. The roof o' the chamber With golden cherubins is fretted.
Post. This is her honour ! 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, Be pale: I beg but leave to air this jewel_See !
- [Pulling out the Bracelet. And now 'tis up again.
Iach. Sir, I thank her, that:
me, And said, she priz'd it once.
Post. May be, she pluck'd it off, To send it me.
Tach. She writes so to you-doth she? Post. Oh, no, no, no! 'ris true! Here, take this t00;
[Gives the Ring. It is a basilisk unto mine
eye, Kills me to look on't :-Let there be no honour, 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 :-above
measure, false !
Post. Very true;
Iach. By Jupiter, I had it from her arm!
Post. Hark you, he swears; by Jupiter, he swears! 'Tis true ;-nay, keep the ring='tis true: I am sure, She could not lose it: her attendants are All sworn, and honourable:-They induc'd to steal it! And by a stranger - No; he hath enjoy'd her: Thé cógnizance of her incontinency Is this,-she hath bought the name of whore thus
Phil. Sir, be patient ;
Post. Never talk on't:
For further satisfying, under her breast
Post. Ay, and it doth confirm
hear more? Post. Spare your arithmetic; ne'er count the turns; Once, and a million !
Iach. I'll be sworn
Post. No swearing: -
Iach. I will deny'nothing.
[Exit. Phil. Quite besides The government of patience !-You have won : Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath, He hath against himself. Įach. With all my heart.