Of whom he had this ring,
Post.

What's that to him?

[Aside, Cym. That diamond upon your finger, say, How came it yours?

Iach. Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that Which, to be spoke, would torture thee. Cym.

How ! me? Iach. I am glad to be constrain’d to utter that which Torments me to conceal. By villainy I got this ring ; 'twas Leonatus' jewel : Whom thou didst banish; and (which more may

grieve thee, As it doth me,) a nobler sir ne'er liv'd 'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my

lord ? Cym. All that belongs to this. Iach.

That paragon, thy daughter, For whom my heart drops blood, and my false spirits Quail 3 to remember,-Give me leave; I faint. Cym. My daughter! what of her? Renew thy

strength: I had rather thou should'st live while nature will, Than die ere I hear more: strive man, and speak.

Iach. Upon a time, (unhappy was the clock That struck the hour !) it was in Rome, (accurs d The mansion where!) 'twas at a feast, (O ’would Our viands had been poison'd! or, at least, Those which I heav'd to head !) the good Posthúmus, (What should I say? he was too good, to be Where ill men were ; and was the best of all

3 Sink into dejection.

Among'st the rar'st of good ones,) sitting sadly,
Hearing us praise our loves of Italy
For beauty that made barren the swell’d boast
Of him that best could speak: for feature, laming
The shrine of Venus, or straight-pight Minerva,
Postures beyond brief nature ; for condition,
A shop of all the qualities that man
Loves woman for ; besides, that hook of wiving,
Fairness which strikes the eye :-
Cym.

I stand on fire :
Come to the matter.
Iach.

All too soon I shall,
Unless thou would'st grieve quickly. This Posthú-

mus,
(Most like a noble lord in love, and one
That had a royal lover,) took his hint;
And, not dispraising whom he prais'd, (therein
He was as calm as virtue) he began
His mistress picture; which by his tongue being made,
And then a mind put in't, either our brags
Were crack'd of kitchen trulls, or his description
Prov'd us unspeaking sots.
Сут. .

Nay, nay, to the purpose.
lach. Your daughter's chastity--there it begins.
He spake of her as Dian had hot dreams,
And she alone were cold : Whereat, I, wretch !
Made scruple of his praise ; and wager'd with him
Pieces of gold, 'gainst this which then he wore
Upon his honour'd finger, to attain
In suit the place of his bed, and win this ring
By hers and mine adultery : he, true knight,
No lesser of her honour confident

Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring; And would so, had it been a carbuncle Of Phoebus' wheel; and might só safely, had it Been all the worth of his car. Away to Britain Post I in this design : Well may you, sir, Remember me at court, where I was taught of your chaste daughter the wide difference 'Twixt amorous and villainous. Being thus quench'd Of hope, not lônging, mine Italian brain 'Gan in

your

duller Britain operate
Most vilely; for my vantage, excellent;
And, to be brief, my practice so prevail'd,
That I return'd with simular proof enough
To make the noble Leonatus mad,
By wounding his belief in her renown
With tokens thus, and thus; averring notes
Of chamber-hanging, pictures, this her bracelet,
(0, cunning, how I got it!) nay, some marks
Of secret on her person, that he could not
But think her bond of chastity quite crack'd,
I having ta'en the forfeit. Whereupon,-
Methinks, I see him now,
Post.

Ay, so thou dost,

[Coming forward. Italian fiend !-Ah me, most credulous fool, Egregious murderer, thief, any thing That's due to all the villains past, in being, To come!-0, give me cord, or knife, or poison, Some upright justicer! Thou, king, send out For torturers ingenious: it is I That all the abhorred things o’the earth amend, By being worse than they. I am Posthumus,

That kill'd thy daughter :-villain-like, I lie;
That caus'd a lesser villain than myself,
A sacrilegious thief, to do't :-the temple
Of virtue was she ; yea, and she herself.4
Spit, and throw stones, cast mire upon me, set
The dogs o’the street to bay mę: every villain
Be callid, Posthumus Leonatus; and
Be villainy less than 'twas !- Imogen!
My queen, my life, my wife ! O Imogen,
Imogen, Imogen!
Imo.

Peace, my lord; hear, hear-
Post, Shall's have a play of this ? Thou scornful

page, There lie thy part.

[Striking her: she falls. Pis.

O, gentlemen, help, help Mine, and your mistress :~0,

my

lord Posthumus !
You ne'er kill'd Imogen till now :-Help, help!-
Mine honour'd lady!
Сут. .

Does the world go round?
Post. How come these staggers on me?
Pis,

Wake, my mistress?
Cym. If this be so, the gods do mean to strike me
To death with mortal joy.
Pis.

How fares my mistress ?
Imo. O, get thee from my sight;
Thou gav'st me poison : dangerous fellow, hence !
Breathe not where princes are.
Сут. .

The tune of Imogen!
Pis. Lady,
The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if
That box I gave you was not thought by me

4 Not only the temple of virtue, but virtue herself,

A precious thing; I had it from the queen.

Cym. New matter still?
Imo.

It poison'd me.
Cor.

O Gods !
I left out one thing which the queen confess'd,
Which must approve thee honest : If Pisanio
Have, said she, given his mistress that confection
Which I gave him for a cordial, she is servid
As I would serve a rat.
Сут. .

What's this, Cornelius?
Cor. The queen, sir, very oft importun'd me
To tempers poisons for her ; still pretending
The satisfaction of her knowledge, only
In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs
Of no esteem: I, dreading that her purpose
Was of more danger, did compound for her
A certain stuff, which, being ta’en, would cease
The present power

of life; but, in short time,
All offices of nature should again
Do their due functions.-Have you ta'en of it?

Imo. Most like I did, for I was dead.
Bel.

My boys,
There was our error.
Gui.

This is sure, Fidele.
Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady from

you?

Think, that you are upon a rock; and now
Throw me again.

[Embracing him. Post.

Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die! Сут. .

How now, my flesh, my child ?

5 Mix, compound.