The Plays of William Shakespeare

Post. I praised her as I rated her: so do I my

stone.

,*,

Jach. What do you esteem it at ?
Post. More than the world enjoys.
Iach. Either your unparagoned mistress is dead,
or she's outprized by a trifle.

Post. I embrace these conditions; let us have articles betwixt us:-only, thus far you shall answer. If you make your voyage upon her, and give me directly to understand you have prevail'd, I am no further your enemy, she is not worth our debate; if she remain unseduced, (you not making Post. You are mistaken: the one may be sold, or it appear otherwise,) for your ill opinion, and the given; if there were wealth enough for the pur-assault you have made to her chastity, you shall chase, or merit for the gift: the other is not a answer me with your sword. thing for sale, and only the gift of the gods. Jach. Which the gods have given you? Post. Which, by their graces, I will keep. Tach. You may wear her in title yours; but, you know, strange fowl light upon neighbouring ponds. Your ring may be stolen too: so, of your brace of unprizeable estimations, the one is but frail, and the other casual; a cunning thief, or a that-wayaccomplished courtier, would hazard the winning both of first and last.

Post. Your Italy contains none so accomplished a courtier, to convince the honour of my mistress; if, in the holding or loss of that, you term her frail. I do nothing doubt, you have store of thieves; notwithstanding I fear not my ring.

Phi. Let us leave here, gentlemen...
Post. Sir, with all my heart. This worthy signior,
I thank him, makes no stranger of me; we are
familiar at first.

Iach. With five times so much conversation, I should get ground of your fair mistress: make her go back, even to the yielding; had I admittance, and opportunity to friend. 1

Past. No, no.

Iach. I dare, thereupon, pawn the moiety of my estate to your ring; which, in my opinion, o'ervalues it something: But I make my wager rather against your confidence, than her reputation: and, to bar your offence herein too, I durst attempt it against any lady in the world.

Post. You are a great deal abused in too bold a persuasion; and I doubt not you sustain what you're worthy of, by your attempt.

Iach. What's that?

Post. A repulse: Though your attempt, as you call it, deserve more; a punishment too. Phil. Gentlemen, enough of this: it came in too suddenly let it die as it was born, and, I pray you, be better acquainted.

Iach. Your hand; a covenant: We will have these things set down by lawful counsel, and straight away for Britain; lest the bargain should catch cold, and starve: I will fetch my gold, and have our two wagers recorded.

Post. Agreed. [Exeunt Posthumus and Iachime.
French. Will this hold, think you?

Phi. Signior lachimo will not from it. Pray,
let us follow 'em.
[Exeunt.

SCENE VI.-Britain. A Room in Cymbeline's
Palace.

Enter Queen, Ladies, and Cornelius.
Queen. Whiles yet the dew's on ground, gather
those flowers;

Make haste: Who has the note of them ?
1 Lady.

I, madam.
Queen. Despatch.
[Exeunt Ladies.
Now, master doctor; have you brought those drugs?
Cor. Pleaseth your highness, ay here they are,
madam:
[Presenting a small box.

But I beseech your grace, (without offence;
My conscience bids me ask ;) wherefore you have.
Commanded of me these most poisonous com-
pounds,

Which are the movers of a languishing death; But, though slow, deadly? Queen. I do wonder, doctor, Thou ask'st me such a question: Have I not been Thy pupil long? Hast thou not learn'd me how To make perfumes? distil? preserve? yea, so, That our great king himself doth woo me oft For my confections? Having thus far proceeded, (Unless thou think'st me devilish,) is't not meet That I did amplify my judgment in Other conclusions? I will try the forces Of these thy compounds on such creatures as We count not worth the hanging, (but none huTach. Would I had put my estate, and my neigh-To try the vigour of them, and apply bour's, on the approbation of what I have spoke. Allayments to their act; and by them gather Post. What lady would you choose to assail? Their several virtues, and effects. Iuch. Yours; whom in constancy, you think, Cor. stands so safe. 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 second conference, and I will bring from thence that honour of hers, which you imagine so reserved.

Post. I will wage against your gold, gold to it: my ring I hold dear as my finger; 'tis part of it. Iach. You are a friend, and therein the wiser. If you buy ladies' flesh at a million a dram, you cannot preserve it from tainting: But, I see you have some religion in you, that you fear.

Post. This is but a custom in your tongue; you bear a graver purpose, I hope.

Iach. I am the master of my speeches; and would undergo what's spoken, I swear.

Post. Will you ?I shall but lend my diamond till your return: Let there be covenants drawn between us: My mistress exceeds in goodness the hugeness of your unworthy thinking: I dare you to this match here's my ring.

Phi will have it no lay.

Iach. By the gods it is one :-If I bring you no sufficient testimony that I have enjoyed the dearest bodily part of your mistress, my ten thousand ducats are yours; so is your diamond too. If I come off, and leave her in such honour as you have trust in, she your jewel, this your jewel, and my gold are yours:-provided, I have your commendation, for my more free entertainment

[man,

Your highness
Shall from this practice but make hard your heart:
Besides, the seeing these effects will be
Both noisome and infectious.
Queen.

O, content thee.

Enter Pisanio.
Here comes a flattering rascal; upon him [Aside.
Will I first work: he's for his master,
And enemy to my son. How now, Pisanio?
Doctor, your service for this time is ended;
Take your own way.

Cor.

I do suspect you, madam; But you shall do no harm. [Aside. Queen. Hark thee, a word. [To Pisanio.

Cor. [Aside.] I do not like her. She doth think,

she has

Strange lingering poisons: I do know her spirit,
And will not trust one of her malice with
A drug of such damn'd nature: Those, she has,
Will stupify and dull the sense awhile:
Which first, perchance, she'll prove on cats, and
Then afterward up higher; but there is [dogs}
No danger in what show of death it makes,
More than the locking up the spirits a time,
To be more fresh, reviving. She is fool'd
With a most false effect; and I the truer,
So to be false with her.

No further service, doctor, 5. Ac

Cor.

I humbly take my leave. [Exit. Queen. Weeps she still, say'st thou? Dost thou think, in time

She will not quench; and let instructions enter
Where folly now possesses? Do thou work;
When thou shalt bring me word, she loves my son,
I'll tell thee, on the instant, thou art then
As great as is thy master: greater; for

His fortunes all lie speechless, and his name
Is at last gasp: Return he cannot, nor
Continue where he is: to shift his being,
Is to exchange one misery with another;
And every day, that comes, comes to decay
A day's work in him: What shalt thou expect,
To be depender on a thing that leans?
Who cannot be new built; nor has no friends,

[The Queen drops a bor: Pisario takes it up.

So much as but to prop him ?- Thou tak'st up
Thou know'st not what; but take it for thy labour:
It is a thing I made, which hath the king
Five times redeem'd from death: I do not know
What is more cordial :- Nay, I pr'ythee, take it;
It is an earnest of a further good

That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how
The case stands with her; do't, as from thyself.
Think what a chance thou changest on; but think
Thou hast thy mistress still; to boot, my son,
Who shall take notice of thee: I'll move the king
To any shape of thy preferment, such
As thou'lt desire; and then myself, I chiefly,
That set thee on to this desert, am bound
To load thy merit richly. Call my women:

(That satiate yet unsatisfied desire, That tub both fill'd and running,) ravening first The lamb, longs after for the garbage. Imo. Thus raps you? Are you well? Iach. Thanks, madam; well :-'Beseech you, sir, desire

What, dear sir,

[To Pisanio.

Think on my words. [Exit Pisa.]—A sly and con- My man's abode where I did leave him: be

stant knave;

Not to be shak'd: the agent for his master;
And the remembrancer of her, to hold

The hand fast to her lord.-I have given him that,
Which, if he take, shall quite unpeople her
Of liegers for her sweet; and which she, after,
Except she bend her humour, shall be assur'd
Re-enter Pisanio and Ladies.

To taste of too. So, so ;-well done, well done:
The violets, cowslips, and the primroses,
Bear to my closet:-Fare thee well, Pisanio;
Think on my words. [Exeunt Queen and Ladies.
And shall do:

Pis.

But when to my good lord I prove untrue,
I'll choke myself: there's all I'll do for you. [Exit.
SCENE VII.-Another Room in the same.
Enter Imogen.

Imo. A father cruel, and a step-dame false:
A foolish suitor to a wedded lady,
[band!
That hath her husband banish'd;-0, that hus.
My supreme crown of grief! and those repeated
Vexations of it! Had I been thief-stolen,
As my two brothers, happy! but most miserable
Is the desire that's glorious: Blessed be those,
How mean soe'er, that have their honest wills,
Which seasons comfort.-Who may this be? Fye!
Enter Pisanio and Iachimo.

Pis. Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome; Comes from my lord with letters.

Iach. Change you, madam ? The worthy Leonatus is in safety, And greets your highness dearly. [Presents a letter. Imo. Thanks, good sir :

You are kindly welcome.

Iach. All of her, that is out of door, most rich!

Is strange and peevish.

Pis.

I was going, sir,

To give him welcome.
(Exit Pisanio.
Imo. Continues well my lord? His health, be
Iach. Well, madam.

[seech you?

Imo. Is he dispos'd to mirth? I hope, he is. lach. Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there So merry and so gamesome: he is call'd The Briton reveller.

Imo.

When he was here,

He did incline to sadness; and oft-times
Not knowing why.
lach.
I never saw him sad.
There is a Frenchman his companion, one
An eminent monsieur, that, it seems, rauch loves
A Gallian girl at home: he furnaces
The thick sighs from him; whiles the jolly Briton
(Your lord, I mean,) laughs from's free lungs,

cries, O!

Can my sides hold, to think, that man,--who knows
By history, report, or his own proof,
What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose
But must be,-will his free hours languish for
Assured bondage?

Imo.

Will my lord say so?

Iach. Ay, madam; with his eyes in flood with It is a recreation to be by, (laughter. And hear him mock the Frenchman: But, heavens Some men are much to blame. (know, Imo.

Not he, I hope. Iach. Not he: But yet heaven's bounty towards him might

Be us'd more thankfully. In himself, 'tis much;
In you,-which I count his, beyond all talents,
Whilst I am bound to wonder, I am bound
To pity too.

Imo.

What do you pity, sir? lach. Two creatures, heartily.

Imo.

Am I one, sir ? You look on me; What wreck discern you în me, Deserves your pity?

lach.

Lamentable ! What!

To hide me from the radiant sun, and solace I'the dungeon by a snuff?

Imo.

Deliver with more openness your answers
I pray you, sir,
To my demands. Why do you pity me?
lach. That others do,

But

I was about to say, enjoy your
It is an office of the gods to venge it,
Not mine to speak on't.

You do seem to know

Imo.
Something of me, or what concerns me; 'Pray you,
(Since doubting things go ill, often hurts more
Than to be sure they do: For certainties
Either are past remedies; or, timely knowing,
The remedy then born,) discover to me
What both you spur and stop.
Iach.
Had I this cheek,
To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch,
Whose every touch, would force the feeler's soul
To the oath of loyalty; this object, which
Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye,
Fixing it only here: should I (damn'd then,)
Slaver with lips as common as the stairs

That mount the Capitol; join gripes with hands
Made hard with hourly falsehood (falsehood, as
With labour :) then lie peeping in an eye,
Base and unlustrous as the smoky light
That's fed with stinking tallow; it were fit,
That all the plagues of hell should at one time
Encounter such revolt.

I have spoke this, to know if your affiance."
Were deeply rooted; and shall make your lord
That which he is, new o'er: And he is one
The truest manner'd; such a holy witch,
That he enchants societies unto him:
Half all men's hearts are his.

Imo.

You make amends.

lach, He sits 'mongst men, like a descended god He hath a kind of honour sets him off, More than a mortal seeming. Be not angry, Most mighty princess, that I have adventur'd To try your taking a false report; which hath Honour'd with confirmation your great judgment › In the election of a sir so rare,

Which you know, cannot err: The love I bear him Made me to fan you thus ; but the gods made you, Unlike all others, chaffless. Pray, your pardon. Imo. All's well, sir: Take my power i' the court for yours.

Iach. My humble thanks. I had almost forgot To entreat your grace but in a small request, And yet of moment too, for it concerns Your lord; myself, and other noble friends, Were partners in the business.

Imo.

Pray, what is't? Iach. Some dozen Romans of us, and your lord, (The best feather of our wing,) have mingled sums, To buy a present for the emperor;

Which I, the factor for the rest, have done

In France: 'Tis plate, of rare device; and jewels, Of rich and exquisite form; their values great;

And I am something curious, being strange,

Iach. O dearest soul ! your cause doth strike my To have them in safe stowage; May it please you To take them in protection?

heart

With pity, that doth make me sick. A lady
So fair, and fasten'd to an empery,
[ner'd
Would make the great'st king double ! to be part-
With tomboys, hir'd with that self-exhibition
Which your own coffers yield! with diseas'd ven-
That play with all infirmities for gold [tures,
Which rottenness can lend nature! such boil'd
As well might poison poison! Be reveng'd: [stuff,
Or she, that bore you, was no queen, and you
Recoil from your great stock.

Imo.

Reveng'd!

How should I be reveng'd? If this be true,
(As I have such a heart, that both mine ears
Must not in haste abuse,) if it be true,
How shall I be reveng'd?

⚫ Iach.
Should he make me
Live like Diana's priest, betwixt cold sheets;
Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps,

In your despite, upon your purse? Revenge it.
I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure;
More noble than that runagate to your bed;
And will continue fast to your affection,
Still close, as sure.

Imo.

What ho, Pisanio!

lach. Let me my service tender on your lips. Imo. Away-I do condemn mine ears, that have

So long attended thee. If thou wert honourable,
Thou would'st have told this tale for virtue, not
For such an end thou seek'st; as base, as strange,
Thou wrong'st a gentleman, who is as far
From thy report, as thou from honour; and
Solicit'st here a lady, that disdains

Thee and the devil alike. What, ho! Pisanio
The king my father shall be made acquainted
Of thy assault: if he shall think it fit,
A saucy stranger, in his court, to mart
As in a Romish stew, and to expound
His beastly mind to us; he hath a court
He little cares for, and a daughter whom
He not respects at all.-What ho! Pisanio!-
Iach. O happy Leonatus! I may say ;
The credit, that thy lady hath of thee,
Deserves thy trust; and thy most perfect goodness
Her assur'd credit!-Blessed live you long!
A lady to the worthiest sir, that ever
Country call'd his! and you his mistress, only
For the most worthiest fit! Give me your pardon.

Imo.

Willingly; And pawn mine honour for their safety: since My lord hath interest in them, I will keep them In my bed-chamber. They are in a trunk, Attended by my men: I will make bold To send them to you, only for this night; I must aboard to-morrow.

Tach.

O, no, no.

Imo.
Iach. Yes, I beseech; or I shall short my word,
By length'ning my return. From Gallia

I cross'd the seas on purpose, and on promise
To see your grace.
Imo.

I thank you for your pains; But not away to-morrow?

Iach.

O, I must, madam : Therefore, I shall beseech you, if you please To greet your lord with writing, do't to-night : I have outstood my time; which is material To the tender of our present.

Imo. I will write." Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept, And truly yielded you: You are very welcome. [Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE 1.-Court before Cymbeline's Palace. Enter Cloten and Two Lords.

Clo. Was there ever man had such luck! when I kissed the jack upon an up-cast, to be hit away! I had a hundred pound on't: And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure.

1 Lord. What got he by that? you have broke his pate with your bowl.

2 Lord. If his wit had been like him that broke it, it would have ran all out.

[Aside.

Clo. When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths; Ha? 2 Lord. No, my lord; nor [Aside.] crop the ears of them.

Clo. Whoreson dog!-I give him satisfaction ? 'Would, he had been one of my rank. [Aside.

2 Lord. To have smelt like a fool.

Clo. I am not more vexed at any thing in the Perfumes the chamber thus: The flame o'the taper earth,-A pox on't! I had rather not be so noble Bows toward her; and would under-peep her lids, as I am; they dare not fight with me, because of To see the enclosed lights, now canopied the queen my mother: every jack-slave hath his Under these windows: White and azure, lac'd belly full of fighting, and I must go up and down With blue of heaven's own tinct. But my design? like a cock that no body can match. To note the chamber-I will write all down: Such, and such, pictures :-There the window Such The adornment of her bed ;-The arras, figures, Why, such, and such;-And the contents o'the story,

2 Lord. You are a cock and capon too; and you crow, cock, with your comb on. [Aside.

Clo. Sayest thou ?

1 Lord. It is not fit, your lordship should undertake every companion that you give offence to. Clo. No, I know that: but it is fit, I should commit offence to my inferiors.

2 Lord. Ay, it is fit for your lordship only. Clo. Why, so I say.

1 Lord. Did you hear of a stranger, that's come to court to-night?

Clo. A stranger! and I not know on't!

2 Lord. He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it not. [Aside. 1 Lord. There's an Italian come; and, 'tis thought, one of Leonatus' friends.

Clo. Leonatus! a banished rascal; and he's another, whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger?

1 Lord. One of your lordship's pages.

Clo. Is it fit, I went to look upon him? Is there no derogation in't?

1 Lord. You cannot derogate, my lord. Clo. Not easily, I think.

2 Lord. You are a fool granted; therefore your issues being foolish, do not derogate. [Aside. Clo. Come, I'll go see this Italian: What I have lost to-day at bowls, I'll win to-night of him. Come, go.

2 Lord. I'll attend your lordship.
[Exeunt Cloten and first Lord.
That such a crafty devil as is his mother
Should yield the world this ass? a woman, that
Bears all down with her brain; and this her son
Cannot take two from twenty for his heart,
And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess,
Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'st!
Betwixt a father by thy step-dame govern'd;
A mother hourly coining plots; a wooer,
More hateful than the foul expulsion is
Of thy dear husband, than that borrid act
Of the divorce he'd make! The heavens hold firm
The walls of thy dear honour; keep unshak'd
That temple, thy fair mind; that thou may'st
stand,

To enjoy thy banish'd lord, and this great land!
(Exit.
SCENE II-A Bed-Chamber; in one part of it a
Trunk.

Imogen reading in her bed, a Lady attending.

Imo. Who's there? my woman Helen?
Lady.

Please you, madam,
Imo. What hour is it?
Lady.
Almost midnight, madam.
Imo. I have read three hours then mine eyes
are weak :-

Fold down the leaf where I have left: To bed:
Take not away the taper, leave it burning;
And if thou canst awake by four o'the clock,
I pr'ythee, call me. Sleep hath seiz'd me wholly.
[Exit Lady.

To your protection I commend me, gods!
From fairies, and the tempters of the night, i
Guard me, beseech ye!

[Sleeps. Iachimo, from the trunk.
Iach. The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd
Repairs itself by rest Our Tarquin thus
Did softly press the rushes, ere he waken'd
The chastity he wounded. Cytherea,
How bravely thou becom'st thy bed! fresh lily!!
And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch!
But kiss; one kiss!Rubies unparagon'd,
How dearly they do't-Tis her breathing that

Ah, but some natural notes about her body,
Above ten thousand meaner moveables
Would testify, to enrich mine inventory:
O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her!
And be her sense but as a monument,
Thus in a chapel lying!--Come off, come off;
[Taking off her bracelet.
As slippery, as the Gordian knot was hard!-
'Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly,
As strongly as the conscience does within,
To the madding of her lord. On her left breast-
A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops
'the bottom of a cowslip. Here's a voucher,
Stronger than ever law could make: this secret
Will force him think I have pick'd the lock, and
[end?
The treasure of her honour. No more.To what
Why should I write this down, that's rivetted,
Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading

ta'en

[Goes into the trunk. The scène closes. SCENE III-An Ante-Chamber, adjoining Imogen's Apartment.

Enter Cloten and Lords.)

1 Lord. Your lordship is the most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace. Clo. It would make any man cold to lose

1 Lord. But not every man patient after the noble temper of your lordship; You are most hot, and furious, when you win.

Clo. Winning would put any man into courage. If I could get this foolish Imogen, I should have gold enough: It's almost morning, is't not? 1 Lord. Day, my lord.

Clo. I would this musick would come: I am advised to give her musick o' mornings; they say, it will penetrate.

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her ears, which horse-hairs, and cats-guts, nor the voice of unpaved eunuch to boot, can never amend. [Exeunt Musicians. Enter Cymbeline and Queen.

9 Lord. Here comes the king. Clo. I am glad, I was up so late; for that's the reason I was up so early: He cannot choose but take this service I have done, fatherly.-Good mor row to your majesty, and to my gracious mother. Cym. Attend you here the door of our stern Will she not forth ? [daughter? Clo. I have assailed her with musick, but she vouchsafes no notice.

Cym. The exile of her minion is too new She hath not yet forgot him: some more time Must wear the print of his remembrance out, And then she's yours.

Queen. You are most bound to the king; Who lets go by no vantages, that may Prefer you to his daughter; Frame yourself To orderly solicits; and be friended With aptness of the season; make denials Increase your services; so seem, as if You were inspir'd to do those duties which You tender to her; that you in all obey her, Save when command to your dismission tends, And therein you are senseless. Clo.

Senseless? not so.

Enter a Messenger. Mess. So like you, sir, ambassadors from Rome; The one is Caius Lucius.

Cym.

A worthy fellow, Albeit he comes on angry purpose now: But that's no fault of his: We must receive him According to the honour of his sender;

And towards himself his goodness forespent on us We must extend our notice.-Our dear son, When you have given good morning to your mistress,

Attend the queen, and us; we shall have need To employ you towards this Roman, Come, our queen.

[Exeunt Cym. Queen, Lords, and Mess. Clo. If she be up, I'll speak with her; if not, Let her lie still, and dream. By your leave, ho![Knocks.

I know her women are about her; What
If I do line one of their hands? 'Tis gold
Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and
Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up [makes
Their deer to the stand of the stealer; and 'tis gold
Which makes the true man kill'd, and saves the
thief;

Nay, sometime, hangs both thief and true man:
Can it not do, and undo? I will make [What
One of her women lawyer to me; for
I yet not understand the case myself.
By your leave.

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For purchasing but trouble: the thanks I give,
Is telling you that I am poor of thanks,
And scarce can pay them.
Clo.
Still, I swear, I love you.
Imo. If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me:
If you swear still, your recompence is still
That I regard it not.
This is no answer.. [silent,
Imo. But that you shall not say I yield, being
I would not speak. I pray you, spare me i'faith,
1 shall unfold equal discourtesy

Clo.

To your best kindness; one of your best knowing Should learn, being taught, forbearance.

Clo. To leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin: I will not.

Imo. Fools are not mad folks.
Clo.

Do you call me fool?

Imo. As I am mad, I do :
If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad;
That cures us both. I am much sorry, sir,
You put me to forget a lady's manners,

By being so verbal and learn now, for all,
That 1, which know my heart, do here pronounce,
By the very truth of it, I care not for you;
And am so near the lack of charity,

(To accuse myself) I hate you; which I had rather
You felt, than make't my boast.
Clo.
You sin against
Obedience, which you owe your father. For
The contract you pretend with that base wretch,
(One, bred of alms, and foster'd with cold dishes,
With scraps o'the court,) it is no contract, none
And though it be allow'd in meaner parties,
(Yet who, than he, more mean ?) to knit their souls
(On whom there is no more dependency
But brats and beggary) in self-figur'd knot;
Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by
The consequence o'the crown; and must not soil
The precious note of it with a base slave,
A hilding for a livery, a squire's cloth,
A pantler, not so eminent.
imo.
Profane fellow !
Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more,
But what thou art, besides, thou wert too base
To be his groom; thou wert dignified enough,
Even to the point of envy, if 'twere made
Comparative for your virtues, to be styl'd
The under-hangman of his kingdom; and hated
For being preferr'd so well.
Clo.
The south-fog rot him!
Imo. He never can meet more mischance, than

come

To be but nam'd of thee. His meanest garment,
That ever hath but clipp'd his body, is dearer
In my respect, than all the hairs above thee,
Were they all made such men.--How now, Pisanio?
Enter Pisanio.

Clo. His garment? Now, the devil-
Imo. To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently :-
Clo. His garment ?

Imo.
I am sprighted with a fool;
Frighted, and anger'd worse-Go, bid my woman
Search for a jewel, that too casually
Hath left mine arm; it was thy master's: 'shrew
If I would lose it for a revenue

Of any king's in Europe. I do think,
I saw't this morning: confident I am,
Last night 'twas on mine arm; I kiss'd it:
I hope, it be not gone, to tell my lord
That I kiss aught but he.

Pis.

His meanest garment?

[me,

Twill not be lost." Imo. I hope so: go, and search. [Exit Pis. Clo. You have abus'd me:Ay; I said so, sir. If you will make't an action, call witness to't, Clo. I will inform your father. Imo.

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 the worst of discontent.

[Exit.

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