To who shall find them.

Ia.

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.

Post.

Ia.

Proceed.

First, her bed-chamber,

(Where I confess I slept not, but profess

Had that was well worth watching) it was hang'd
With tapestry of silk and silver; the story,
Proud Cleopatra, when she met her Roman,
And Cydnus swell'd above the banks, or for
The
press of boats, or pride;—a piece of work
So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive
In workmanship and value; which, I wonder'd,
Could be so rarely and exactly wrought,

Since the true life on 't was

Post.

This is true;

And this you might have heard of here by me,

Is south the chamber; and the chimney-piece,
Chaste Dian bathing: never saw I figures
So likely to report themselves: the cutter
Was, as another Nature, dumb; outwent her,

Motion and breath left out.

Post.

This is a thing,

Which you might from relation likewise reap;
Being, as it is, much spoke of.

Ia.
The roof o' the chamber
With golden cherubins is fretted: her andirons 1
(I had forgot them) were two winking Cupids
Of silver, each on one foot standing, nicely
Depending on their brands.

Post.

This is her honor!

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.

Ia.

Then, if you can,

[pulling out the bracelet.

Be pale. I beg but leave to air this jewel: see ! And now 'tis up again: it must be married

To that your diamond; I'll keep them.

Post.

Once more let me behold it: is it that

Which I left with her?

Ia.

Jove!

Sir, (I thank her) that:

She stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet:

Her pretty action did outsell her gift,

And yet enrich'd it too: she gave it me, and said,

Ornamented iron bars to support the wood burnt i

chimneys.

It is a basilisk unto mine eye,

Kills me to look on 't. Let there be no honor,

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 :O, above measure false !

Phi.

Have patience, sir, And take your ring again; 'tis not yet won:

It

may

be probable, she lost it; or,

Who knows, if one of her women, being corrupted, Hath stolen it from her?

And so, I hope, he came by 't :-back my ring!
Render to me some corporal sign about her,
More evident than this; for this was stolen.
Ia. 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 would not lose it: her attendants are

All sworn and honorable :-they induced to steal
And by a stranger?—No; he hath enjoy'd her.