Iupiter, and no more,
Pisanio?
Dorothymy woman hie thee presently.
Augustus:
Caius Lucius,
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<head rend="italic center">Scena Quarta.</head>
<head type="supplied">[Act 2, Scene 4]</head>
<stage rend="center" type="entrance">Enter Posthumus, and Philario.</stage>
<sp who="#F-cym-leo">
<speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
<l n="1104">Feare it not Sir: I would I were so sure</l>
<l n="1105">To winne the King, as I am bold, her Honour</l>
<l n="1106">Will remaine her's.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-phi">
<speaker rend="italic">Phil.</speaker>
<l n="1107">What meanes do you make to him<c rend="italic">?</c>
</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-leo">
<speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
<l n="1108">Not any: but abide the change of Time,</l>
<l n="1109">Quake in the present winters state, and wish</l>
<l n="1110">That warmer dayes would come: In these fear'd hope</l>
<l n="1111">I barely gratifie your loue; they fayling</l>
<l n="1112">I must die much your debtor.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-phi">
<speaker rend="italic">Phil.</speaker>
<l n="1113">Your very goodnesse, and your company,</l>
<l n="1114">Ore‑payes all I can do. By this your King,</l>
<l n="1115">Hath heard of Great<hi rend="italic">Augustus</hi>:<hi rend="italic">Caius Lucius</hi>,</l>
<l n="1116">Will do's Commission throughly. And I think</l>
<cb n="2"/>
<l n="1117">Hee'le grant the Tribute: send th'Arrerages,</l>
<l n="1118">Or looke vpon our Romaines, whose remembrance</l>
<l n="1119">Is yet fresh in their griefe.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-leo">
<speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
<l n="1120">I do beleeue</l>
<l n="1121">(Statist though I am none, nor like to be)</l>
<l n="1122">That this will proue a Warre; and you shall heare</l>
<l n="1123">The Legion now in Gallia, sooner landed</l>
<l n="1124">In our not‑fearing‑Britaine, then haue tydings</l>
<l n="1125">Of any penny Tribute paid. Our Countrymen</l>
<l n="1126">Are men more order'd, then when<hi rend="italic">Iulius Cæsar</hi>
</l>
<l n="1127">Smil'd at their lacke of skill, but found their courage</l>
<l n="1128">Worthy his frowning at. Their discipline,</l>
<l n="1129">(Now wing‑led with their courages) will make knowne</l>
<l n="1130">To their Approuers, they are People, such</l>
<l n="1131">That mend vpon the world.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="entrance">Enter Iachimo.</stage>
<sp who="#F-cym-phi">
<speaker rend="italic">Phi.</speaker>
<l n="1132">See<hi rend="italic">Iachimo</hi>.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-leo">
<speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
<l n="1133">The swiftest Harts, haue posted you by land;</l>
<l n="1134">And Windes of all the Corners kiss'd your Sailes,</l>
<l n="1135">To make your vessell nimble.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-phi">
<speaker rend="italic">Phil.</speaker>
<l n="1136">Welcome Sir.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-leo">
<speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
<l n="1137">I hope the briefenesse of your answere, made</l>
<l n="1138">The speedinesse of your returne.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-iac">
<speaker rend="italic">Iachi.</speaker>
<l n="1139">Your Lady,</l>
<l n="1140">Is one of the fayrest that I haue look'd vpon</l>
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<sp who="#F-cym-leo">
<speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
<l n="1141">And therewithall the best, or let her beauty</l>
<l n="1142">Looke thorough a Casement to allure false hearts,</l>
<l n="1143">And be false with them.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-iac">
<speaker rend="italic">Iachi.</speaker>
<l n="1144">Heere are Letters for you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-leo">
<speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
<l n="1145">Their tenure good I trust.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-iac">
<speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
<l n="1146">'Tis very like.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-leo">
<speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
<l n="1147">Was<hi rend="italic">Caius Lucius</hi>in the Britaine Court,</l>
<l n="1148">When you were there?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-iac">
<speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
<l n="1149">He was expected then,</l>
<l n="1150">But not approach'd.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-leo">
<speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
<l n="1151">All is well yet,</l>
<l n="1152">Sparkles this Stone as it was wont, or is't not</l>
<l n="1153">Too dull for your good wearing?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-iac">
<speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
<l n="1154">If I haue lost it,</l>
<l n="1155">I should haue lost the worth of it in Gold,</l>
<l n="1156">Ile make a iourney twice as farre, t'enioy</l>
<l n="1157">A second night of such sweet shortnesse, which</l>
<l n="1158">Was mine in Britaine, for the Ring is wonne.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-leo">
<speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
<l n="1159">The Stones too hard to come by.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-iac">
<speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
<l n="1160">Not a whit,</l>
<l n="1161">Your Lady being so easy.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-leo">
<speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
<l n="1162">Make note Sir</l>
<l n="1163">Your losse, your Sport: I hope you know that we</l>
<l n="1164">Must not continue Friends.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-iac">
<speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
<l n="1165">Good Sir, we must</l>
<l n="1166">If you keepe Couenant: had I not brought</l>
<l n="1167">The knowledge of your Mistris home, I grant</l>
<l n="1168">We were to question farther; but I now</l>
<l n="1169">Professe my selfe the winner of her Honor,</l>
<l n="1170">Together with your Ring; and not the wronger</l>
<l n="1171">Of her, or you hauing proceeded but</l>
<l n="1172">By both your willes.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-leo">
<speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
<l n="1173">If you can mak't apparent</l>
<l n="1174">That you haue tasted her in Bed; my hand,</l>
<l n="1175">And Ring is yours. If not, the foule opinion</l>
<l n="1176">You had of her pure Honour; gaines, or looses,</l>
<l n="1177">Your Sword, or mine<gap extent="1"
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<l n="1178">To who shall finde them.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-iac">
<speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
<l n="1179">Sir, my Circumstances</l>
<l n="1180">Being so nere the Truth, as I will make them,</l>
<l n="1181">Must first induce you to beleeue; whose strength</l>
<l n="1182">I will confirme with oath, which I doubt not</l>
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<l n="1183">You'l giue me leaue to spare, when you shall finde</l>
<l n="1184">You neede it not.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-leo">
<speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
<l n="1185">Proceed.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-iac">
<speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
<l n="1186">First, her Bed‑chamber</l>
<l n="1187">(Where I confesse I slept not, but professe</l>
<l n="1188">Had that was well worth watching) it was hang'd</l>
<l n="1189">With Tapistry of Silke, and Siluer, the Story</l>
<l n="1190">Proud<hi rend="italic">Cleopatra</hi>, when she met her Roman,</l>
<l n="1191">And<hi rend="italic">Sidnus</hi>swell'd aboue the Bankes, or for</l>
<l n="1192">The presse of Boates, or Pride. A peece of Worke</l>
<l n="1193">So brauely done, so rich, that it did striue</l>
<l n="1194">In Workemanship, and Value, which I wonder'd</l>
<l n="1195">Could be so rarely, and exactly wrought</l>
<l n="1196">Since the true life on't was⸺</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-leo">
<speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
<l n="1197">This is true:</l>
<l n="1198">And this you might haue heard of heere, by me,</l>
<l n="1199">Or by some other.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-iac">
<speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
<l n="1200">More particulars</l>
<l n="1201">Must iustifie my knowledge.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-leo">
<speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
<l n="1202">So they must,</l>
<l n="1203">Or doe your Honour iniury.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-iac">
<speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
<l n="1204">The Chimney</l>
<l n="1205">Is South the Chamber, and the Chimney‑peece</l>
<l n="1206">Chaste<hi rend="italic">Dian</hi>, bathing: neuer saw I figures</l>
<l n="1207">So likely to report themselues; the Cutter</l>
<l n="1208">Was as another Nature dumbe, out‑went her,</l>
<l n="1209">Motion, and Breath left out.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-leo">
<speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
<l n="1210">This is a thing</l>
<l n="1211">Which you might from Relation likewise reape,</l>
<l n="1212">Being, as it is, much spoke of.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-iac">
<speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
<l n="1213">The Roofe o'th'Chamber,</l>
<l n="1214">With golden Cherubins is fretted. Her Andirons</l>
<l n="1215">(I had forgot them) were two winking Cupids</l>
<l n="1216">Of Siluer, each on one foote standing, nicely</l>
<l n="1217">Depending on their Brands.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-leo">
<speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
<l n="1218">This is her Honor:</l>
<l n="1219">Let it be granted you haue seene all this (and praise</l>
<l n="1220">Be giuen to your remembrance) the description</l>
<l n="1221">Of what is in her Chamber, nothing saues</l>
<l n="1222">The wager you haue laid.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-iac">
<speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
<l n="1223">Then if you can</l>
<l n="1224">Be pale, I begge but leaue to ayre this Iewell: See,</l>
<l n="1225">And now 'tis vp againe: it must be married</l>
<l n="1226">To that your Diamond, Ile keepe them.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-leo">
<speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
<l n="1227">Ioue⸺</l>
<l n="1228">Once more let me behold it: Is it that</l>
<l n="1229">Which I left with her?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-iac">
<speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
<l n="1230">Sir (I thanke her) that</l>
<l n="1231">She stript it from her Arme: I see her yet:</l>
<l n="1232">Her pretty Action, did out‑sell her guift,</l>
<l n="1233">And yet enrich'd it too: she gaue it me,</l>
<l n="1234">And said, she priz'd it once.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-leo">
<speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
<l n="1235">May be, she pluck'd it off</l>
<l n="1236">To send it me.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-iac">
<speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
<l n="1237">She writes so to you? doth shee<c rend="italic">?</c>
</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-leo">
<speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
<l n="1238">O no, no, no, 'tis true. Heere, take this too,</l>
<l n="1239">It is a Basiliske vnto mine eye,</l>
<l n="1240">Killes me to looke on't: Let there be no Honor,</l>
<l n="1241">Where there is Beauty: Truth, where semblance: Loue,</l>
<l n="1242">Where there's another man. The Vowes of Women,</l>
<l n="1243">Of no more bondage be, to where they are made,</l>
<l n="1244">Then they are to their Vertues, which is nothing:</l>
<l n="1245">O, aboue measure false.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-phi">
<speaker rend="italic">Phil.</speaker>
<l n="1246">Haue patience Sir,</l>
<l n="1247">And take your Ring againe, 'tis not yet wonne:</l>
<l n="1248">It may be probable she lost it: or</l>
<cb n="2"/>
<l n="1249">Who knowes if one her women, being corrupted</l>
<l n="1250">Hath stolne it from her.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-leo">
<speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
<l n="1251">Very true,</l>
<l n="1252">And so I hope he came by't: backe my Ring,</l>
<l n="1253">Render to me some corporall signe about her</l>
<l n="1254">More euident then this: for this was stolne.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-iac">
<speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
<l n="1255">By Iupiter, I had it from her Arme.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-leo">
<speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
<l n="1256">Hearke you, he sweares: by Iupiter he sweares.</l>
<l n="1257">'Tis true, nay keepe the Ring; 'tis true: I am sure</l>
<l n="1258">She would not loose it: her Attendants are</l>
<l n="1259">All sworne, and honourable: they induc'd to steale it?</l>
<l n="1260">And by a Stranger? No, he hath enioy'd her,</l>
<l n="1261">The Cognisance of her incontinencie</l>
<l n="1262">Is this: she hath bought the name of Whore, thus deerly</l>
<l n="1263">There, take thy hyre, and all the Fiends of Hell</l>
<l n="1264">Diuide themselues betweene you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-phi">
<speaker rend="italic">Phil.</speaker>
<l n="1265">Sir, be patient:</l>
<l n="1266">This is not strong enough to be beleeu'd</l>
<l n="1267">Of one perswaded well of.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-leo">
<speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
<l n="1268">Neuer talke on't:</l>
<l n="1269">She hath bin colted by him.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-iac">
<speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
<l n="1270">If you seeke</l>
<l n="1271">For further satisfying, vnder her Breast</l>
<l n="1272">(Worthy her pressing) lyes a Mole, right proud</l>
<l n="1273">Of that most delicate Lodging. By my life</l>
<l n="1274">I kist it, and it gaue me present hunger</l>
<l n="1275">To feede againe, though full. You do remember</l>
<l n="1276">This staine vpon her?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-leo">
<speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
<l n="1277">I, and it doth confirme</l>
<l n="1278">Another staine, as bigge as Hell can hold,</l>
<l n="1279">Were there no more but it.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-iac">
<speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
<l n="1280">Will you heare more<c rend="italic">?</c>
</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-leo">
<speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
<l n="1281">Spare your Arethmaticke,</l>
<l n="1282">Neuer count the Turnes: Once, and a Million.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-iac">
<speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
<l n="1283">Ile be sworne.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-leo">
<speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
<l n="1284">No swearing:</l>
<l n="1285">If you will sweare you haue not done't, you lye,</l>
<l n="1286">And I will kill thee, if thou do'st deny</l>
<l n="1287">Thou'st made me Cuckold.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-iac">
<speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
<l n="1288">Ile deny nothing.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-leo">
<speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
<l n="1289">O that I had her heere, to teare her Limb‑meale:</l>
<l n="1290">I will go there and doo't, i'th'Court, before</l>
<l n="1291">Her Father. Ile do something.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<sp who="#F-cym-phi">
<speaker rend="italic">Phil.</speaker>
<l n="1292">Quite besides</l>
<l n="1293">The gouernment of Patience. You haue wonne:</l>
<l n="1294">Let's follow him, and peruert the present wrath</l>
<l n="1295">He hath against himselfe.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cym-iac">
<speaker rend="italic">Iach.</speaker>
<l n="1296">With all my heart.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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