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The Tragedy of Cymbeline. Qu. Pray walke a‑while. Imo. About some halfe houre hence, Pray you speake with me; You shall (at least) go see my Lord aboord.
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For this time leaue me.
Exeunt.
Scena Tertia. [Act 1, Scene 2] Enter Clotten, and two Lords. 1.

Sir, I would aduise you to shift a Shirt; the Vio­

lence of Action hath made you reek as a Sacrifice: where

ayre comes out, ayre comes in: There's none abroad so

wholesome as that you vent.

Clot.
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If my Shirt were bloody, then to shift it. Haue I hurt him?
2

No faith: not so much as his patience.

1

Hurt him? His bodie's a passable Carkasse if he bee

not hurt. It is a through‑fare for Steele if it be not hurt.

2
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His Steele was in debt, it went o'th'Backe‑side the

Towne.

Clot.

The Villaine would not stand me.

2

No, but he fled forward still, toward your face.

1

Stand you? you haue Land enough of your owne:

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But he added to your hauing, gaue you some ground.

2

As many Inches, as you haue Oceans (Puppies.)

Clot.

I would they had not come betweene vs.

2

So would I, till you had measur'd how long a Foole

you were vpon the ground.

Clot.
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And that shee should loue this Fellow, and re­

fuse mee.

2

If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damn'd.

1

Sir, as I told you alwayes: her Beauty & her Braine

go not together. Shee's a good signe, but I haue seene

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small reflection of her wit.

2 She shines not vpon Fooles, least the reflection Should hurt her. Clot.

Come, Ile to my Chamber: would there had

beene some hurt done.

2
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I wish not so, vnlesse it had bin the fall of an Asse,

which is no great hurt.

Clot.

You'l go with vs?

1

Ile attend your Lordship.

Clot.

Nay come, let's go together.

2
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Well my Lord.

Exeunt.
[Act 1, Scene 3] Scena Quarta. Enter Imogen and Pisanio. Imo. I would thou grew'st vnto the shores o'th'Hauen, And questioned'st euery Saile: if he should write, And I not haue it, 'twere a Paper lost As offer'd mercy is: What was the last
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That he spake to thee?
Pisa. It was his Queene, his Queene. Imo. Then wau'd his Handkerchiefe? Pisa. And kist it, Madam. Imo. Senselesse Linnen, happier therein then I:
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And that was all ?
Pisa. No Madam: for so long

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As he could make me with his eye, or eare, Distinguish him from others, he did keepe The Decke, with Gloue, or Hat, or Handkerchife,
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Still wauing, as the fits and stirres of's mind Could best expresse how slow his Soule sayl'd on, How swift his Ship.
Imo. Thou should'st haue made him As little as a Crow, or lesse, ere left
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To after‑eye him.
Pisa. Madam, so I did. Imo. I would haue broke mine eye‑strings; Crack'd them, but to looke vpon him, till the diminution Of space, had pointed him sharpe as my Needle:
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Nay, followed him, till he had melted from The smalnesse of a Gnat, to ayre: and then Haue turn'd mine eye, and wept. But good Pisanio, When shall we heare from him.
Pisa. Be assur'd Madam,
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With his next vantage.
Imo. I did not take my leaue of him, but had Most pretty things to say: Ere I could tell him How I would thinke on him at certaine houres, Such thoughts, and such: Or I could make him sweare,
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The Shees of Italy should not betray Mine Interest, and his Honour: or haue charg'd him At the sixt houre of Morne, at Noone, at Midnight, T'encounter me with Orisons; for then I am in Heauen for him: Or ere I could,
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Giue him that parting kisse, which I had set Betwixt two charming words, comes in my Father, And like the Tyrannous breathing of the North, Shakes all our buddes from growing.
Enter a Lady. La. The Queene (Madam)
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Desires your Highnesse Company.
Imo. Those things I bid you do, get them dispatch'd, I will attend the Queene. Pisa. Madam, I shall. Exeunt.
Scena Quinta. [Act 1, Scene 4] Enter Philario, Iachimo: a Frenchman, a Dutch­ man, and a Spaniard. Iach.

Beleeue it Sir, I haue seene him in Britaine; hee

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was then of a Cressent note, expected to proue so woor­

thy, as since he hath beene allowed the name of. But I

could then haue look'd on him, without the help of Ad­

miration, though the Catalogue of his endowments had

bin tabled by his side, and I to peruse him by Items.

Phil.
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You speake of him when he was lesse furnish'd,

then now hee is, with that which makes him both with­

out, and within.

French.

I haue seene him in France: wee had very ma­

ny there, could behold the Sunne, with as firme eyes as

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hee.

Iach.

This matter of marrying his Kings Daughter,

wherein he must be weighed rather by her valew, then

his owne, words him (I doubt not) a great deale from the

matter.

French.
[315]

And then his banishment.

Iach.

I, and the approbation of those that weepe this

lamentable diuorce vnder her colours, are wonderfully to

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Scena Quinta. [Act 1, Scene 4] Enter Philario, Iachimo: a Frenchman, a Dutch­ man, and a Spaniard. Iach.

Beleeue it Sir, I haue seene him in Britaine; hee

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was then of a Cressent note, expected to proue so woor­

thy, as since he hath beene allowed the name of. But I

could then haue look'd on him, without the help of Ad­

miration, though the Catalogue of his endowments had

bin tabled by his side, and I to peruse him by Items.

Phil.
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You speake of him when he was lesse furnish'd,

then now hee is, with that which makes him both with­

out, and within.

French.

I haue seene him in France: wee had very ma­

ny there, could behold the Sunne, with as firme eyes as

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hee.

Iach.

This matter of marrying his Kings Daughter,

wherein he must be weighed rather by her valew, then

his owne, words him (I doubt not) a great deale from the

matter.

French.
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And then his banishment.

Iach.

I, and the approbation of those that weepe this

lamentable diuorce vnder her colours, are wonderfully

to extend him, be it but to fortifie her iudgement, which

else an easie battery might lay flat, for taking a Begger

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without lesse quality. But how comes it, he is to soiourne

with you? How creepes acquaintance?

Phil.

His Father and I were Souldiers together, to

whom I haue bin often bound for no lesse then my life.

Enter Posthumus.

Heere comes the Britaine. Let him be so entertained a­

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mong'st you, as suites with Gentlemen of your knowing,

to a Stranger of his quality. I beseech you all be better

knowne to this Gentleman, whom I commend to you,

as a Noble Friend of mine. How Worthy he is, I will

leaue to appeare hereafter, rather then story him in his

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owne hearing.

French.

Sir, we haue knowne togither in Orleance.

Post.

Since when, I haue bin debtor to you for courte­

sies, which I will be euer to pay, and yet pay still.

French.

Sir, you o're‑rate my poore kindnesse, I was

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glad I did attone my Countryman and you: it had beene

pitty you should haue beene put together, with so mor­

tall a purpose, as then each bore, vpon importance of so

slight and triuiall a nature.

Post.

By your pardon Sir, I was then a young Trauel­

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ler, rather shun'd to go euen with what I heard, then in

my euery action to be guided by others experiences: but

vpon my mended iudgement (if I offend to say it is men­

ded) my Quarrell was not altogether slight.

French.

Faith yes, to be put to the arbiterment of

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Swords, and by such two, that would by all likelyhood

haue confounded one the other, or haue falne both.

Iach.

Can we with manners, aske what was the dif­

ference ?

French.

Safely, I thinke, 'twas a contention in pub­

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licke, which may (without contradiction) suffer the re­

port. It was much like an argument that fell out last

night, where each of vs fell in praise of our Country‑

Mistresses. This Gentleman, at that time vouching (and

vpon warrant of bloody affirmation) his to be more

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Faire, Vertuous, Wise, Chaste, Constant, Qualified, and

lesse attemptible then any, the rarest of our Ladies in

Fraunce.

Iach.

That Lady is not now liuing; or this Gentle­

mans opinion by this, worne out.

Post.
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She holds her Vertue still, and I my mind.

Iach.

You must not so farre preferre her, 'fore ours of

Italy.

Posth.

Being so farre prouok'd as I was in France: I

would abate her nothing, though I professe my selfe her

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Adorer, not her Friend.

Iach.

As faire, and as good: a kind of hand in hand

comparison, had beene something too faire, and too

good for any Lady in Britanie; if she went before others.

I haue seene as that Diamond of yours out‑lusters many

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I haue beheld, I could not beleeue she excelled many:

but I haue not seene the most pretious Diamond that is,

nor you the Lady.

Post.

I prais'd her, as I rated her: so do I my Stone.

Iach.

What do you esteeme it at?

Post.
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More then the world enioyes.

Iach.

Either your vnparagon'd Mistris is dead, or

she's out‑priz'd by a trifle.

Post.

You are mistaken: the one may be solde or gi­

uen, or if there were wealth enough for the purchases, or

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merite for the guift. The other is not a thing for sale,

and onely the guift of the Gods.

Iach.

Which the Gods haue giuen you ?

Post.

Which by their Graces I will keepe.

Iach.

You may weare her in title yours: but you

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know strange Fowle light vpon neighbouring Ponds.

Your Ring may be stolne too, so your brace of vnprizea­

ble Estimations, the one is but fraile, and the other Casu­

all;. A cunning Thiefe, or a (that way) accomplish'd

Courtier, would hazzard the winning both of first and

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last.

Post.

Your Italy, containes none so accomplish'd a

Courtier to conuince the Honour of my Mistris: if in the

holding or losse of that, you terme her fraile, I do no­

thing doubt you haue store of Theeues, notwithstanding

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I feare not my Ring.

Phil.

Let vs leaue heere, Gentlemen?

Post.

Sir, with all my heart. This worthy Signior I

thanke him, makes no stranger of me, we are familiar at

first.

Iach.
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With fiue times so much conuersation, I should

get ground of your faire Mistris; make her go backe, e­

uen to the yeilding, had I admittance, and opportunitie

to friend.

Post.

No, no.

Iach.
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I dare thereupon pawne the moytie of my E­

state, to your Ring, which in my opinion o're‑values it

something: but I make my wager rather against your

Confidence, then her Reputation. And to barre your of­

fence heerein to, I durst attempt it against any Lady in

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the world.

Post.

You are a great deale abus'd in too bold a per­

swasion, and I doubt not you sustaine what y'are worthy

of, by your Attempt.

Iach.

What's that?

Posth.
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A Repulse though your Attempt (as you call

it) deserue more; a punishment too.

Phi.

Gentlemen enough of this, it came in too so­

dainely, let it dye as it was borne, and I pray you be bet­

ter acquainted.

Iach.
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Would I had put my Fstate Estate , and my Neighbors

on th'approbation of what I haue spoke,

Post.

What Lady would you chuse to assaile?

Iach.

Yours, whom in constancie you thinke stands

so safe. I will lay you ten thousands Duckets to your

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Ring, that commend me to the Court where your La­

dy is, with no more aduantage then the opportunitie of a

second conference, and I will bring from thence, that

Honor of hers, which you imagine so reseru'd.

Posthmus.

I will wage against your Gold, Gold to

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it: My Ring I holde deere as my finger, 'tis part of

it.

Iaeh Iach .

You are a Friend, and there in the wiser: if you

buy Ladies flesh at a Million a Dram, you cannot pre­

seure it from tainting; but I see you haue some Religion

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in you, that you feare.

Posthu.

This is but a custome in your tongue: you

beare a grauer purpose I hope.

Iach.

I am the Master of my speeches, and would vn­

der‑go what's spoken, I sweare.

Posthu.
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Will you? I shall but lend my Diamond till

your returne: let there be Couenants drawne between's.

My Mistris exceedes in goodnesse, the hugenesse of your

vnworthy thinking. I dare you to this match: heere's my

Ring.

Phil.
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I will haue it no lay.

Iach.

By the Gods it is one: if I bring you no suffi­

cient testimony that I haue enioy'd the deerest bodily

part of your Mistris: my ten thousand Duckets are yours,

so is your Diamond too: if I come off, and leaue her in

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such honour as you haue trust in; Shee your Iewell, this

your Iewell, and my Gold are yours: prouided. I haue

your commendation, for my more free entertainment.

Post.

I embrace these Conditions, let vs haue Articles

betwixt vs: onely thus farre you shall answere, if you

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make your voyage vpon her, and giue me directly to vn­

derstand, you haue preuayl'd, I am no further your Ene­

my, shee is not worth our debate. If shee remaine vnse­

duc'd, you not making it appeare otherwise: for your ill

opinion, and th'assault you haue made to her chastity, you

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shall answer me with your Sword.

Iach.

Your hand, a Couenant: wee will haue these

things set downe by lawfull Counsell, and straight away

for Britaine, least the Bargaine should catch colde, and

sterue: I will fetch my Gold, and haue our two Wagers

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recorded.

Post.

Agreed.

French.

Will this hold, thinke you.

Phil.

Signior Iachimo will not from it.

Pray let vs follow 'em.

Exeunt
 

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      <speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
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      <lb n="386"/>Your Ring may be stolne too, so your brace of vnprizea­
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      <lb n="390"/>last.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-cym-leo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
      <p n="391">Your Italy, containes none so accomplish'd a
      <lb n="392"/>Courtier to conuince the Honour of my Mistris: if in the
      <lb n="393"/>holding or losse of that, you terme her fraile, I do no­
      <lb n="394"/>thing doubt you haue store of Theeues, notwithstanding
      <lb n="395"/>I feare not my Ring.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-phi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Phil.</speaker>
      <p n="396">Let vs leaue heere, Gentlemen?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-leo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
      <p n="397">Sir, with all my heart. This worthy Signior I
      <lb n="398"/>thanke him, makes no stranger of me, we are familiar at
      <lb n="399"/>first.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-iac">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
      <p n="400">With fiue times so much conuersation, I should
      <lb n="401"/>get ground of your faire Mistris; make her go backe, e­
      <lb n="402"/>uen to the yeilding, had I admittance, and opportunitie
      <lb n="403"/>to friend.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-leo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
      <p n="404">No, no.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-iac">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
      <p n="405">I dare thereupon pawne the moytie of my E­
      <lb n="406"/>state, to your Ring, which in my opinion o're‑values it
      <lb n="407"/>something: but I make my wager rather against your
      <lb n="408"/>Confidence, then her Reputation. And to barre your of­
      <lb n="409"/>fence heerein to, I durst attempt it against any Lady in
      <lb n="410"/>the world.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-leo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
      <p n="411">You are a great deale abus'd in too bold a per­
      <lb n="412"/>swasion, and I doubt not you sustaine what y'are worthy
      <lb n="413"/>of, by your Attempt.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-iac">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
      <p n="414">What's that?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-leo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Posth.</speaker>
      <p n="415">A Repulse though your Attempt (as you call
      <lb n="416"/>it) deserue more; a punishment too.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-phi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Phi.</speaker>
      <p n="417">Gentlemen enough of this, it came in too so­
      <lb n="418"/>dainely, let it dye as it was borne, and I pray you be bet­
      <lb n="419"/>ter acquainted.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-iac">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
      <p n="420">Would I had put my<choice>
            <orig>Fstate</orig>
            <corr>Estate</corr>
         </choice>, and my Neighbors
      <lb n="421"/>on th'approbation of what I haue spoke,</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-leo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
      <p n="422">What Lady would you chuse to assaile?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-iac">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
      <p n="423">Yours, whom in constancie you thinke stands
      <lb n="424"/>so safe. I will lay you ten thousands Duckets to your
      <lb n="425"/>Ring, that commend me to the Court where your La­
      <lb n="426"/>dy is, with no more aduantage then the opportunitie of a
      <lb n="427"/>second conference, and I will bring from thence, that
      <lb n="428"/>Honor of hers, which you imagine so reseru'd.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-leo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Posthmus.</speaker>
      <p n="429">I will wage against your Gold, Gold to
      <lb n="430"/>it: My Ring I holde deere as my finger, 'tis part of
      <lb n="431"/>it.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-iac">
      <speaker rend="italic">
         <choice>
            <orig>Iaeh</orig>
            <corr>Iach</corr>
         </choice>.</speaker>
      <p n="432">You are a Friend, and there in the wiser: if you
      <lb n="433"/>buy Ladies flesh at a Million a Dram, you cannot pre­
      <lb n="434"/>seure it from tainting; but I see you haue some Religion
      <lb n="435"/>in you, that you feare.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-leo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Posthu.</speaker>
      <p n="436">This is but a custome in your tongue: you
      <lb n="437"/>beare a grauer purpose I hope.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-iac">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
      <p n="438">I am the Master of my speeches, and would vn­
      <lb n="439"/>der‑go what's spoken, I sweare.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-leo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Posthu.</speaker>
      <p n="440">Will you? I shall but lend my Diamond till
      <lb n="441"/>your returne: let there be Couenants drawne between's.
      <lb n="442"/>My Mistris exceedes in goodnesse, the hugenesse of your
      <lb n="443"/>vnworthy thinking. I dare you to this match: heere's my
      <lb n="444"/>Ring.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-phi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Phil.</speaker>
      <p n="445">I will haue it no lay.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-iac">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
      <p n="446">By the Gods it is one: if I bring you no suffi­
      <lb n="447"/>cient testimony that I haue enioy'd the deerest bodily
      <lb n="448"/>part of your Mistris: my ten thousand Duckets are yours,<pb facs="FFimg:axc0883-0.jpg" n="373"/>
         <cb n="1"/>
         
      <lb n="449"/>so is your Diamond too: if I come off, and leaue her in
      <lb n="450"/>such honour as you haue trust in; Shee your Iewell, this
      <lb n="451"/>your Iewell, and my Gold are yours: prouided. I haue
      <lb n="452"/>your commendation, for my more free entertainment.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-leo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
      <p n="453">I embrace these Conditions, let vs haue Articles
      <lb n="454"/>betwixt vs: onely thus farre you shall answere, if you
      <lb n="455"/>make your voyage vpon her, and giue me directly to vn­
      <lb n="456"/>derstand, you haue preuayl'd, I am no further your Ene­
      <lb n="457"/>my, shee is not worth our debate. If shee remaine vnse­
      <lb n="458"/>duc'd, you not making it appeare otherwise: for your ill
      <lb n="459"/>opinion, and th'assault you haue made to her chastity, you
      <lb n="460"/>shall answer me with your Sword.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-iac">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
      <p n="461">Your hand, a Couenant: wee will haue these
      <lb n="462"/>things set downe by lawfull Counsell, and straight away
      <lb n="463"/>for Britaine, least the Bargaine should catch colde, and
      <lb n="464"/>sterue: I will fetch my Gold, and haue our two Wagers
      <lb n="465"/>recorded.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-leo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
      <p n="466">Agreed.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-fre">
      <speaker rend="italic">French.</speaker>
      <p n="467">Will this hold, thinke you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-phi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Phil.</speaker>
      <p n="468">Signior<hi rend="italic">Iachimo</hi>will not from it.
      <lb n="469"/>Pray let vs follow 'em.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt</stage>
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