Imo. To Dorothy, my woman, hye thee presently. Imo. I am fprighted with a fool, Frighted, and angred worfe go bid my woman Search for a jewel, that too cafually Hath left mine arm - it was thy mafter's. 'Shrew me If I would lose it for a revenue Of any King in Europe. I do think I faw't this morning; confident I am, I hope it be not gone to tell my Lord Pif. 'Twill not be loft. Imo. I hope fo; go and fearch. Clot. You have abus'd me His meanest garment? Imo. Ay, I faid fo, Sir; [Exit Pifanio. Call witnefs to't, if you will make't an action.` Clot. I will inform your father. Imo. Your mother too; She's my good Lady; and will conceive, I hope, But the worst of me. So I leave you, Sir, To th' worst of discontent. Clot. I'll be reveng'd; His meaneft garment? - well. SCENE V. ROME. Enter Pofthumus, and Philario. Ear it not, Sir; I would I were so sure Post. FEar [Exit. [Exit. To win the King, as I am bold her honour Will remain hers. Phil. What means do you make to him? Poft. Not any, but abide the change of time, Quake in the prefent winter's ftate, and wifh 4 If you will make't an action, call witness to't. That That warmer days would come; in thefe fear'd hopes I barely gratifie your love; they failing, I muft die much your debtor. Phil. Your very goodness, and your company, Poft. I do believe, (Statift though I am none, nor like to be,) Now mingled with their courages, will make known Phil. See lachimo. Enter Iachimo. Poft. Sure the fwift harts have pofted you by land; And winds of all the corners kifs'd your fails, To make your veffel nimble. Phil. Welcome, Sir. Poft. I hope the briefnefs of your answer made The speediness of your return. Iach. Your Lady Is of the fairest I e'er look'd upon. Poft. And therewithal the beft, or let her beauty Look through a cafement to allure falfe hearts, K 3 And 5 Or...old edit. Theob, emend. 6 legion... old edit. Theob. emend. And be falfe with them. Iach. Here are letters for you. Poft. Their tenour good, I trust. lach. Tis very like. Poft. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain Court, When you were there? Iach. He was expected then, 7'But was not yet approach'd.` Sparkles this ftone as it was wont, or is't not Iach. If I've loft it, I should have loft the worth of it in gold; Your Lady being fo eafie.. Post. Make not, Sir, Your lofs your fport; I hope you know that we Iach. Good Sir; we must, If you keep covenant; had I not brought Poft. If you can make't apparent That you have tasted her in bed; my hand, Jach. Sir, my circumstances but not approach'd. Being Being fo near the truth, as I will make them, Poft. Proceed. Iach. First, her bed-chamber, (Where I confess I flept not, but profess Poft. 'Why, this is true;` And this you might have heard of here, by me, Iach. More particulars Muft juftifie my knowledge. Is fouth the chamber, and the chimney-piece Poft. This is a thing Which you might from relation likewise reap; lach. The roof o' th' chamber With golden cherubims is fretted. Th' andirons, (I had forgot them) were two winking Cupids Of filver, each on one foot ftanding, nicely 8 of filk and filver; 9 K 4 This is true; 1 likely Depend Depending on their brands. Poft. What's this t' her honour ? Let it be granted you have feen all this, Iach. Then if you can [Pulling out the Bracelet. Be pale, I beg but leave to air this jewel: fee! Poft. Jove! Once more let me behold it: Is it that Iach. Sir, I thank her, that: She ftripp'd it from her arm, I fee her yet, Poft. She pluck'd it off To fend it me. Iach. She writes fo to you? doth fhe? Poft. O, no, no, no, 'tis true. Here take this too, It is a bafilisk unto mine eye, Kills me to look on't let there be no honour, Where there is beauty; truth, where femblance; love, Phil. Have patience, Sir, And take your ring again: 'tis not yet won; Who knows one of her women, being corrupted, 'Might not have ftol'n' it from her? Poft. Very true, And fo I hope he came by't; back my ring, 2 This is her honour. . . old edit. Theob. emend. Render |