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I had rather thou shouldst live while nature will
Iach. Upon a time,-unhappy was the clock
I stand on fire:
All too soon I shall,
164. straight-pight, erect. 172. hint, occasion. 165. condition, mind and
178. unspeaking sots, fools character.
unable to express ourselves.
Nay, nay, to the purpose. Iach. 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 's 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 Phæbus' wheel, and might so safely, had it Been all the worth of 's 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 villanous. Being thus quench'd Of hope, not longing, 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,O 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. WhereuponMethinks, I see him nowPost.
[Advancing] Ay, so thou dost,
200. simular, plausibly 208. the forfeit, the fine paid feigned.
for breach of a bond' or con203. ar confirming. tract.
Italian fiend! Ay me, most credulous fool,
Peace, my lord; hear, hear-
There lie thy part. [Striking her : she falls.
O, gentlemen, help!
Does the world go round?
Wake, my mistress !
221. she herself, i.e. virtue. the analogy of let It is
225. Be villany less than found six times in Shakespeare. 'twas, let villany be a term for less
may us,' in older heinous acts, those truly vile tak- Cockney English (Pegge, ing their name from Posthumus. Dickens). Jespersen. Engelske 228. Shall's, shall we ; from Casus, $ 130.
To death with mortal joy.
How fares my mistress ?
The tune of Imogen !
Cym. New matter still?
It poison'd me.
What 's this, Cornelius ?
Imo. Most like I did, for I was dead.
This is, sure, Fidele. Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady from you?
250. temper, mix.
Think that you are upon a rock; and now
[Embracing him. Post.
Hang there like fruit, my soul,
How now, my flesh, my child !
[Kneeling) Your blessing, sir. Bel. [To Guiderius and Arviragus] Though
you did love this youth, I blame ye not;
My tears that fall
I am sorry for 't, my lord.
So klammert sich der Schiffer endshipwreck'd sailor.' Cf. the close of Goethe's Tasso :
271. long of her, by her doing.
lich noch Am Felsen fest.