Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Posthu. This is but a custome in your tongue: you
Posthu. beare a grauer purpose I hope.
Iach. Iach.
Iach. I am the Master of my speeches, and would vn
Iach. der‑go what's spoken, I sweare.
Posthu. Posthu.
Posthu. Will you? I shall but lend my Diamond till
Posthu. your returne: let there be Couenants drawne between's.
Posthu. My Mistris exceedes in goodnesse, the hugenesse of your
Posthu. vnworthy thinking. I dare you to this match: heere's my
Posthu. Ring.
Phil. Phil.
Phil. I will haue it no lay.
Iach. By the Gods it is one: if I bring you no suffi
Iach. cient testimony that I haue enioy'd the deerest bodily
Iach. part of your Mistris: my ten thousand Duckets are yours, so The Tragedy of Cymbeline.
Iach. so is your Diamond too: if I come off, and leaue her in
Iach. such honour as you haue trust in; Shee your Iewell, this
Iach. your Iewell, and my Gold are yours: prouided. I haue