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The under-hangman of his realm; and hated
Clot. The south-fog rot him!
To be but named of thee. His meanest garment
Imo. I am sprighted with a fool,
[me, Of any King in Europe. I do think I faw't this morning; confident I am, Last night it was on my arm; I kissed it. I hope it be not gone, to tell my
Pif. 'Twill not be lost.
Clot. You have abused me...
Imo. Ay, I said so, Sir; If you
will make't an action, call witness to't. Clot. I will inforın your father.
Imo. Your mother too;
[Exit. Clot. I'll be revenged ----His meanet garment ?---well.
SCENE changes to Rome.
Phil. What means do you make to him ?
Pot. Not any, but abide the change of time;
Phil. Your very goodness, and your company,
the tribute ; fend the arrearages,
Poft. I do believe,
- And, I think,
Is yet fresh in their grief.]
That this shall prove a war; and you shall hear (18)
land, And winds of all the corners kissed your
fails To make your vessel nimble.
- And you fall herr
In our not-feari:g Britain, bir] Pofthumus is saying, that the Britons are much strengthen. ed fince the time of Julius Cæsar's attack upon them : would then the Romans think now of invading them with a finglc legion. The Poet certainly wrote;
The legions now in Gallia, &c.
The powers, that he already hath in Gallia,
So please your Majesty,
Phil. Welcome, Sir.
Poft. I hope the briefness of your answer made The speediness of your return.
lach, Your lady Is of the fairelt I e'er looked upon.
Poft. And therewithal the best; or let her beauty Look through a casement to allure false hearts, And be false with them.
lach. Here are letters for you. Poft. Their tenour good, I trust. lach. 'Tis very like.
Haft. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain Court, When you were there?
lach. He was expected then, But not approached.
Post. All is well yet.
lach. If I've lost it,
Poft. The stone's too hard to come by.
lach. Not a whit, Your lady being so easy.
Poft. Make not, Sir, Your lofs your sport; I hope you know that we Must not continue friends.
lach. Good Sir, we must, If you keep covenant: had I not brought The knowledge of your mistress home, I grant We were to question farther; but I now Profefs myself the winner of her honour, Together with your ring; and not the wronger
Of her, or you, having proceeded but
wills. Poft. If you can make't apparent That
have tasted her in bed, my hand And ring is yours. (19) 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; whole strength I will confirm with oath, which, I doubt not, You'll give me leave to spare, when you lhall find You need it not.
lach. First, her bed-chamber,----
Poft. This is true;
-If not, the foul opinion You hud of her poor honour, &c.] Thus Mr Rowe; and thus Mr Pope, as judiciously as fere vilely, after him : and yet he pretends to have collated the old copies. But the two elder Folios read, as I bave sestored,
You had of her pure honour.