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If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad;
You sin against
Profane fellow! Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more, But what thou art, besides, thou wert too base
2 so verbal:] is, so verbose, so full of talk.
3 The contract, &c.] Here Shakspeare has not preserved, with his common nicety, the uniformity of character. The speech of Cloten is rough and harsh, but certainly not the talk of one
" Who can't take two from twenty, for his heart,
“ And leave eighteen " His argument is just and well enforced, and its prevalence is allowed throughout all civil nations: as for rudeness, he seems not to be much undermatched. Johnson.
4 in self-figur'd knot ;] A self-figured knot is a knot formed by yourself.
$ A hilding for a livery,] A low fellow, only fit to wear a livery, and serve as a lacquey.
under-hanterrd so well. The south chance, than
To be his groom: thou wert dignified enough,
The south-fog rot him! Imo. He never can meet more mischance, than
come To be but nam'd of thee. His meanest garment, That ever hath but clipp'd his body, is dearer, In my respect, than all the hairs above thee, Were they all made such men.--How now, Pisanio?
Enter PISANIO. ·
I am sprighted with a fool;?
'Twill not be lost. Imo: I hope so: go, and search. [Exit Pis, Clo.
You have abus'd me:His meanest garment?
if 'twere made Comparative for your virtues,] If it were considered as a compensation adequate to your virtues, to be styled, &c.
i I am sprighted with a fool;] i. e. I am haupted by a fool, as by a spright.
Ay; I said so, sit. If you will make't an action, call witness to't. Clo. I will inform your father.
Your mother too: She's my good lady; and will conceive, I hope, But the worst of me. So I leave you, sir, To the worst of discontent.
[Exit. Clo. .
I'll be reveng'd: His meanest garment? Well. .
in: SCENE IV.
Enter PosTHUMUS and PHILARIO. Post. Fear it not, sir; I would, I were so sure To win the king, as I am bold, her honour Will remain hers. Phi.
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 wariner days would come: In these fear'd hopes, I barely gratify your love; they failing, I must die much your debtor.
Phi. 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, send the arrearages, Or look upon our Romans, whose remembrance Is yet fresh in their grief.
I do believe, (Statist 8 though I am none, nor like to be,) That this will prove a war; and you shall hear
The legions, now in Gallia, sooner landed
Welcome, sir. Post. I hope, the briefness of your answer made The speediness of your return. lach.
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... Jach. .
Here are letters for you. Post. Their tenour good, I trust. Iach.
'Tis very like. Phi. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court, When you were there? lach.
He was expected then,
All is well yet.
If I have lost it, I should have lost the worth of it in gold.
9 To their approvers.] i. e. To those who try them,
I'll make a journey twice as far, to enjoy
Post. The stone's too hard to come by.
Not a whit,
Make not, sir,
Good sir, we must,
If you can make't apparent
Sir, my circumstances,
First, her bed-chamber,