1223You'l giue me leaue to spare, when you shall finde

1224You neede it not.

1225Post. Proceed.

1226Iach. First, her Bed-chamber

1227(Where I confesse I slept not, but professe

1228Had that was well worth watching) it was hang'd

1229With Tapistry of Silke, and Siluer, the Story

1230Proud Cleopatra, when she met her Roman,

1231And Sidnus swell'd aboue the Bankes, or for

1232The presse of Boates, or Pride. A peece of Worke

1233So brauely done, so rich, that it did striue

1234In Workemanship, and Value, which I wonder'd

1235Could be so rarely, and exactly wrought

1236Since the true life on't was---

1237Post. This is true:

1238And this you might haue heard of heere, by me,

1239Or by some other.

1240Iach. More particulars

1241Must iustifie my knowledge.

1242Post. So they must,

1243Or doe your Honour iniury.

1244Iach. The Chimney

1245Is South the Chamber, and the Chimney-peece

1246Chaste Dian, bathing: neuer saw I figures

1247So likely to report themselues; the Cutter

1248Was as another Nature dumbe, out-went her,

1249Motion, and Breath left out.

1250Post. This is a thing

1251Which you might from Relation likewise reape,

1252Being, as it is, much spoke of.

1253Iach. The Roofe o'th' Chamber,

1254With golden Cherubins is fretted. Her Andirons

1255(I had forgot them) were two winking Cupids

1256Of Siluer, each on one foote standing, nicely

1257Depending on their Brands.

1258Post. This is her Honor:

1259Let it be granted you haue seene all this (and praise

1260Be giuen to your remembrance) the description

1261Of what is in her Chamber, nothing saues

1262The wager you haue laid.

1263Iach. Then if you can

1264Be pale, I begge but leaue to ayre this Iewell: See,

1265And now 'tis vp againe: it must be married

1266To that your Diamond, Ile keepe them.

1267Post. Ioue----

1268Once more let me behold it: Is it that

1269Which I left with her?

1270Iach. Sir (I thanke her) that

1271She stript it from her Arme: I see her yet:

1272Her pretty Action, did out-sell her guift,

1273And yet enrich'd it too: she gaue it me,

1274And said, she priz'd it once.

1275Post. May be, she pluck'd it off

1276To send it me.

1277Iach. She writes so to you? doth shee?

1278Post. O no, no, no, 'tis true. Heere, take this too,

1279It is a Basiliske vnto mine eye,

1280Killes me to looke on't: Let there be no Honor,

1281Where there is Beauty: Truth, where semblance: Loue,

1282Where there's another man. The Vowes of Women,

1283Of no more bondage be, to where they are made,

1284Then they are to their Vertues, which is nothing:

1285O, aboue measure false.

1286Phil. Haue patience Sir,

1287And take your Ring againe, 'tis not yet wonne:

1288It may be probable she lost it: or

1289Who knowes if one her women, being corrupted

1290Hath stolne it from her.

1291Post. Very true,

1292And so I hope he came by't: backe my Ring,

1293Render to me some corporall signe about her

1294More euident then this: for this was stolne.

1295Iach. By Iupiter, I had it from her Arme.

1296Post. Hearke you, he sweares: by Iupiter he sweares.

1297'Tis true, nay keepe the Ring; 'tis true: I am sure

1298She would not loose it: her Attendants are

1299All sworne, and honourable: they induc'd to steale it?

1300And by a Stranger? No, he hath enioy'd her,

1301The Cognisance of her incontinencie

1302Is this: she hath bought the name of Whore, thus deerly

1303There, take thy hyre, and all the Fiends of Hell

1304Diuide themselues betweene you.

1305Phil. Sir, be patient:

1306This is not strong enough to be beleeu'd

1307Of one perswaded well of.

1308Post. Neuer talke on't:

1309She hath bin colted by him.

1310Iach. If you seeke

1311For further satisfying, vnder her Breast

1312(Worthy her pressing) lyes a Mole, right proud

1313Of that most delicate Lodging. By my life

1314I kist it, and it gaue me present hunger

1315To feede againe, though full. You do remember

1316This staine vpon her?

1317Post. I, and it doth confirme

1318Another staine, as bigge as Hell can hold,

1319Were there no more but it.

1320Iach. Will you heare more?

1321Post. Spare your Arethmaticke,

1322Neuer count the Turnes: Once, and a Million.

1323Iach. Ile be sworne.

1324Post. No swearing:

1325If you will sweare you haue not done't, you lye,

1326And I will kill thee, if thou do'st deny

1327Thou'st made me Cuckold.

1328Iach. Ile deny nothing.

1329Post. O that I had her heere, to teare her Limb-meale:

1330I will go there and doo't, i'th' Court, before

1331Her Father. Ile do something. Exit.

1332Phil. Quite besides

1333The gouernment of Patience. You haue wonne:

1334Let's follow him, and peruert the present wrath

1335He hath against himselfe.

1336Iach. With all my heart. Exeunt.

1338Post. Is there no way for Men to be, but Women

1339Must be halfe-workers? We are all Bastards,

1340And that most venerable man, which I

1341Did call my Father, was, I know not where

1342When I was stampt. Some Coyner with his Tooles

1343Made me a counterfeit: yet my Mother seem'd

1344The Dian of that time: so doth my Wife

1345The Non-pareill of this. Oh Vengeance, Vengeance!

1346Me of my lawfull pleasure she restrain'd,

1347And pray'd me oft forbearance: did it with

1348A pudencie so Rosie, the sweet view on't

1349Might well haue warm'd olde Saturne;

1350That I thought her

1351As Chaste, as vn-Sunn'd Snow. Oh, all the Diuels!

1352This yellow Iachimo in an houre, was't not?

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