Imog. Good-morrow, sir: You lay out too much pains For purchasing but trouble. Cloten. Still, I swear, I love you. Imog. If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me: If you swear still, your recompense is still That I regard it not. Cloten. This is no answer. Imog. But that you shall not say I yield, being silent, I would not speak. I pray you, spare me : 'faith, To your best kindness: one of your great knowing Cloten. To leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin: I will not. Imog. Fools cure not mad folks. Cloten. Do you call me fool? If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad; But I, which know my heart, do here pronounce, Cloten. The contract you pretend with that base wretch (One, bred of alms, and foster'd with cold dishes, Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more, To be his groom. Cloten. The south fog rot him! Imog. He never can meet more mischance, than come To be but nam'd of thee. His meanest garment, In my respect, than all the hairs above thee, Cloten. How now? Imog. Pisanio! [Misses her Bracelet. Cloten. His garment? Now, the devil Enter PISANIO. Imog. To Helena, my woman, hie thee presentlyCloten. His garment? Imog. I am sprited 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 me, 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 then. Pisanio. "Twill not be lost. Imog. I hope so: go, and search. Cloten. You have abus'd me:- [Exit. Imog. 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. Cloten. I'll be reveng'd: His meanest garment ?- -Well.. [Exit. [Exit. ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I. Rome. An Apartment in PHILARIO's House. Enter POSTHUMUS and PHILARIO. Post. Fear it not, si: I would, I were so sure Phil. What means do you make to him? Post. Not any; but abide the change of time'; I barely gratify your love; they failing, Phil. Your very goodness, and your company, Post. I do believe (Statist though I am none, nor like to be,) E In our not fearing Britain, than have tidings Now mingled with their courages, will make known That mend upon the world: and more than that, They have a king, whose love and justice to them May ask, and have, their treasures, and their blood. Phil. See! Iachimo! Enter IACHIMO. Post. The swiftest harts have posted you by land ; And winds of all the corners kiss'd your sails, To make your vessel nimble. Phil. Welcome, sir ! Post. I hope, the briefness of your answer made The speediness of your return. Iach. Your lady Is one, the fairest that I have look'd upon. Post. And, therewithal, the best; or let her beauty Look through a casement, to allure false hearts, And be false with them. Iach. Here are letters for you. Post. Their tenour good, I trust. Iach. "Tis very like. [POSTHUMUS reads the Letters. Post. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain Court, When you were there? Iach. He was, my lord :-but I Left, ere I saw him. Phil. All is well yet.-` Sparkles this stone as it was wont? or is't not Iach. If I have lost it, I should have lost the worth of it in gold. 1 A second night of such sweet shortness, which Your lady being so easy. Your loss your sport; I hope, you know, that we Must not continue friends. Iach, Good sir, we must, If you keep covenant: Had I not brought Post. If you can make it apparent. That you have tasted her in bed, my hand, 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. Post. Proceed. Iach. 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; A piece of work So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive |