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ACT THE THIRD.
An Apartment in Philario's House.
Enter Posthumus and Philario.
Post. Fear it not, si: I would, I were so sure
Phil. 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.
Phil. Your very goodness, and your company, O'erpays all I can do. By this, your king Hath heard of great Augustus: Caius Lucius Will do his commission throughly: And, I think, He'll grant the tribute; or your countrymen Will look upon our Romans, whose remembrance Is yet fresh in their grief.
Post. I do believe
(Statist though I am none, nor like to be,)
In our not fearing Britain, than have tidings
Now mingled with their courages, will make known
That mend upon the world: and more than that, They have a king, whose love and justice to them May ask, and have, their treasures, and their blood. Phil. See! Iachimo!
Post. The swiftest harts have posted you by land; And winds of all the corners kiss'd your sails, To make your vessel nimble.
Phil. Welcome, sir!
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 tenour good, I trust.
Iach. 'Tis very like.
[posthumus reads the Letters.
Post. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain Court,
When you were there?
Iach. He was, my lord :—but I
Left, ere I saw him.
Phil. 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.
A second night of such sweet shortness, which
Your lady being so easy.
Post. Make not, sir,
Your loss your sport; I hope, you know, that we Must not continue friends.
Iach. Good sir, we must,
If you keep covenant: Had I not brought
Post. If you can make it apparent
That you have tasted her in bed, my hand,
Iach. Sir, my circumstances
Being so near the truth, as I will make them,
Iach. First, her bed-chamber,
(Where, I confess, I slept not; but, profess,
Had that, was well worth watching,) It was hang'd
A piece of work
So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive
Post. This is true;
And this you might have heard of here, by me,
Or by some other.
Iach. More particulars
Is south the chamber; and the chimney-piece,
Post. This is a thing,
Which you might from relation likewise reap;
Iach. The roof o' the chamber
Let if be granted, you have seen all this, (and praise
The wager you
Iach. Then, if you can,
Be pale: I beg but leave to air this jewel—See!
And now 'tis up again.
[Pulling out the Bracelet.
Once more let me behold it: Is it that
Which I left with her?
Iach. Sir, I thank her, that:
She stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet;
And yet enrich'd it too: she gave it me,
Post. May be, she pluck'd it off,
To send it me.
Iach. She writes so to you—doth she?
Post. Oh, bo, no, no! 'tis true! Here, take this [Gives the Ring.
It is a basilisk unto mine eye,
Kills me to look on't :—Let there be no honour, Where there is beauty; truth, where semblance;
Where there's another man: The vows of women
Phil. Have patience, sir,
And take your ring again; 'tis not yet won;
Who knows, if one of her women, being corrupted,
Post. Very true;
And so, I hope, he came by't:—Back my ring ;—
Post. Hark you, he swears; by Jupiter, he swears! 'Tis true;—nay, keep the ring—'tis true: I am sure, She could not lose it: her attendants are
All sworn, and honourable :—They induced to steal it!
Is this, she hath bought the name of whore thus dearly.—
There, take thy hire; and all the fiends of hell
Phil. Sir, be patient;
This is not strong enough to be believ'd
Of one persuaded well of
Post. Never talk on't:
She hath been colted by him.
Iach. If you seek