If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad; By being so verbal:2 and learn now, for all, (To accuse myself) I hate you: which I had rather You felt, than make't my boast. Clo. You sin against Obedience, which you owe your father. For The contract3 you pretend with that base wretch, (One, bred of alms, and foster'd with cold dishes, With scraps o'the court,) it is no contract, none: And though it be allow'd in meaner parties, (Yet who, than he, more mean?) to knit their souls (On whom there is no more dependency But brats and beggary) in self-figur'd knot;* Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by The consequence o'the crown; and must not soil The precious note of it with a base slave, A hilding for a livery,' a squire's cloth, A pantler, not so eminent. Profane fellow! Imo. 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. in self-figur'd knot;] A self-figured knot is a knot formed. by yourself. 5A hilding for a livery,] A low fellow, only fit to wear a livery, and serve as a lacquey. To be his groom: thou wert dignified enough, The under-hangman of his kingdom; and hated Clo. The south-fog rot him! Imo. He never can meet more mischance, than come To be but nam'd of thee. His meanest garment, Enter PISANIO. Clo. His garment? Now, the devil - Imo. To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently:Clo. His garment? Imo. I am sprighted with a fool;" Frighted, and anger'd worse:-Go, bid my woman Search for a jewel, that too casually Hath left mine arm; it was thy master's: 'shrew me, If I would lose it for a revenue Of any king's in Europe. I do think, I saw't this morning: confident I am, Last night 'twas on mine arm; I kiss'd it: Pis. Imo. I hope so: go, Clo. His meanest garment? 6 if 'twere made "Twill not be lost. Comparative for your virtues,] If it were considered as a compensation adequate to your virtues, to be styled, &c. 7 I am sprighted with a fool;] i. e. I am haunted by a fool, as by a spright. Imo. If you Ay; I said so, sir. will make't an action, call witness to't. Clo. I will inform your father. Imo. Your mother too: She's my good lady; and will conceive, I hope, To the worst of discontent. [Exit. Clo. I'll be reveng'd: His meanest garment?-Well. [Exit. SCENE IV. Rome. An Apartment in Philario's House. 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 warmer 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. Post. (Statist though I am none, That this will prove a war; • Statist-] i. e. Statesman. I do believe, The legions, now in Gallia, sooner landed (Now mingled with their courages) will make known Phi. Enter IACHIMO. 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. Phi. 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. 'Tis very like. Iach. When you were there? Iach. But not approach'd. Post. He was expected then, All is well yet. Sparkles this stone as it was wont? or is't not If I have lost it, Iach. • 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. Your lady being so easy. Post. Not a whit, 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't apparent Iach. Post. Iach. Proceed. First, her bed-chamber, (Where, I confess, I slept not; but, profess, |