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 Their deer to the stand of the stealer; and 'tis gold thief; Nay, sometimes, hangs both thief and true man: What Can it not do, and undo? I will make Enter a Lady. Lady. Who's there, that knocks? Clo. A gentleman. Lady. No more? Clo. Yes, and a gentlewoman's son. Lady. That's more [Knocks. Than some, whose tailors are as dear as yours, Can justly boast of: What's your lordship's pleasure? Clo. Your lady's person: Is she ready? Lady. Ay, To keep her chamber. Clo. There's gold for you; sell me your good report. Lady. How! my good name? or to report of you What I shall think is good?—The princess- Enter IMOGEN. Clo. Good-morrow, fairest sister: Your sweet hand. Imo. Good-morrow, sir: You lay out too much pains For purchasing but trouble; the thanks I give, Is telling you that I am poor of thanks, And scarce can spare them. If Clo. Still, I swear, I love you. Imo. If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me : you swear still, your recompence is still That I regard it not. Clo. This is no answer. Imo. But that you shall not say I yield, being silent, I would not speak. I pray you, spare me: i'faith, To your best kindness; one of your great knowing 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; By being so verbal and learn now, for all, (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 (Yet who, than he, more mean?) to knit their souls (On whom there is no more dependency Imo. Profane fellow! Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more, 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, 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 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, Pis. 'Twill not be lost. Imo. I hope so: go, and search. Clo. You have abus'd me: His meanest garment? If Imo. Ay; I said so, sir. [Exit Pis. you will make't an action, call witness to't. Clo. 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 the worst of discontent. Clo. I'll be reveng'd: His meanest garment?—Well. [Exit. [Exit. SCENE IV.-Rome. An apartment in Philario's house. Enter POSTHUMUS and PHILARIO. Post. Fear it not, sir: I would, I were so sure Phi. What means do you make to him? Post. Not any; but abide the change of time; Quake in the present winter's state, and wish That warmer days would come: In these fear'd hopes, I barely gratify your love; they failing, I must die much your debtor. Phi. Your very goodness, and your company, Post. I do believe, (Statist though I am none, nor like to be,) That this will prove a war; and you shall hear (Now mingled with their courages) will make known Enter IACHIMO. Phi. See! Iachimo! Post. The swiftest harts have posted you by land: And winds of all the corners kiss'd To make your vessel nimble. Phi. Welcome, sir. your sails, 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 tenor good, I trust. Iach. 'Tis very like. Phi. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court, When you were there? Iach. He was expected then, But not approach'd. Post. 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. |