1144Post. Feare it not Sir: I would I were so sure

1145To winne the King, as I am bold, her Honour

1146Will remaine her's.

1147Phil. What meanes do you make to him?

1148Post. Not any: but abide the change of Time,

1149Quake in the present winters state, and wish

1150That warmer dayes would come: In these fear'd hope

1151I barely gratifie your loue; they fayling

1152I must die much your debtor.

1153Phil. Your very goodnesse, and your company,

1154Ore-payes all I can do. By this your King,

1155Hath heard of Great Augustus: Caius Lucius,

1156Will do's Commission throughly. And I think

1157Hee'le grant the Tribute: send th' Arrerages,

1158Or looke vpon our Romaines, whose remembrance

1159Is yet fresh in their griefe.

1160Post. I do beleeue

1161(Statist though I am none, nor like to be)

1162That this will proue a Warre; and you shall heare

1163The Legion now in Gallia, sooner landed

1164In our not-fearing-Britaine, then haue tydings

1165Of any penny Tribute paid. Our Countrymen

1166Are men more order'd, then when Iulius Caesar

1167Smil'd at their lacke of skill, but found their courage

1168Worthy his frowning at. Their discipline,

1169(Now wing-led with their courages) will make knowne

1170To their Approuers, they are People, such

1171That mend vpon the world. Enter Iachimo.

1172Phi. See Iachimo.

1173Post. The swiftest Harts, haue posted you by land;

1174And Windes of all the Corners kiss'd your Sailes,

1175To make your vessell nimble.

1176Phil. Welcome Sir.

1177Post. I hope the briefenesse of your answere, made

1178The speedinesse of your returne.

1179Iachi. Your Lady,

1180Is one of the fayrest that I haue look'd vpon

1181Post. And therewithall the best, or let her beauty

1182Looke thorough a Casement to allure false hearts,

1183And be false with them.

1184Iachi. Heere are Letters for you.

1185Post. Their tenure good I trust.

1186Iach. 'Tis very like.

1187Post. Was Caius Lucius in the Britaine Court,

1188When you were there?

1189Iach. He was expected then,

1190But not approach'd.

1191Post. All is well yet,

1192Sparkles this Stone as it was wont, or is't not

1193Too dull for your good wearing?

1194Iach. If I haue lost it,

1195I should haue lost the worth of it in Gold,

1196Ile make a iourney twice as farre, t' enioy

1197A second night of such sweet shortnesse, which

1198Was mine in Britaine, for the Ring is wonne.

1199Post. The Stones too hard to come by.

1200Iach. Not a whit,

1201Your Lady being so easy.

1202Post. Make note Sir

1203Your losse, your Sport: I hope you know that we

1204Must not continue Friends.

1205Iach. Good Sir, we must

1206If you keepe Couenant: had I not brought

1207The knowledge of your Mistris home, I grant

1208We were to question farther; but I now

1209Professe my selfe the winner of her Honor,

1210Together with your Ring; and not the wronger

1211Of her, or you hauing proceeded but

1212By both your willes.

1213Post. If you can mak't apparant

1214That yon haue tasted her in Bed; my hand,

1215And Ring is yours. If not, the foule opinion

1216You had of her pure Honour; gaines, or looses,

1217Your Sword, or mine, or Masterlesse leaue both

1218To who shall finde them.

1219Iach. Sir, my Circumstances

1220Being so nere the Truth, as I will make them,

1221Must first induce you to beleeue; whose strength

1222I will confirme wit h oath, which I doubt not

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.