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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.
Here are letters for you.
'Tis very like.
Post. Their tenour good, I trust.
Phi. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court,
When you were there?
But not approach'd.
He was expected then,
All ; well yet.
Sparkles this stone as it was wont? or is 't not
If I have lost it,
I should have lost the worth of it in gold.
Your lady being so easy.
Not a whit,
Make not, sir,
Your loss your sport: I hope, you know that we
Good sir, we must,
If you keep covenant: Had I not brought
The knowledge of your mistress home, I grant
By both your wills.
If you can make 't apparent
To who shall find them.
First, her bed-chamber, (Where, I confess, I slept not; but, profess, Had that was well worth watching,) It was hang'd With tapestry of silk and silver; the story Proud Cleopatra, when she met her Roman, And Cydnus swell'd above the banks, or for The press of boats, or pride: A piece of work So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive In workmanship, and value; which, I wonder❜d, Could be so rarely and exactly wrought,
Since the true life on 't was
This is true;
And this you might have heard of here, by me,
Or by some other.
Must justify my knowledge.
So they must,
Or do your honour injury.
This is a thing, Which you might from relation likewise reap; Being, as it is, much spoke of.
The roof o' the chamber
This is her honour!
Let it be granted, you have seen all this, (and praise
The wager you have laid.
Then, if you can,
[Pulling out the Bracelet. Be pale; I beg but leave to air this jewel: See!And now 'tis up again: It must be married To that your diamond; I'll keep them.
Once more let me behold it: Is it that
Which I left with her?
And yet enrich'd it too: She gave it me, and said,
She priz❜d it once.
To send it me.
May be, she pluck'd it off,
She writes so to you? doth she?
Post. O, no, no, no; 'tis true. Here, take this too; [Gives the Ring.
It is a basilisk unto mine eye,
Kills me to look on 't:-Let there be no honour,
Have patience, sir,
And take your ring again; 'tis not yet won:
It may be probable, she lost it; or,
Who knows if one of her women, being corrupted,
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 would not lose it: her attendants are
All sworn, and honourable :-They induc'd to steal it!
Is this, she hath bought the name of whore thus: dearly.—
There, take thy hire; and all the fiends of hell
This is not strong enough to be believ'd
Of one persuaded well of
She hath been colted by him.
Sir, be patient:
Never talk on 't:
If you seek
I kiss'd it; and it gave me present hunger
Ay, and it doth confirm
Were there no more but it.
If you will swear, you have not done 't, you lie ;
Thou hast made me cuckold.
I will deny nothing.
Iach.. Post. O, that I had her here, to tear her limb-meal! I will go there, and do 't; i' the court; before Her father:-I'll do something.
Post. Is there no way for men to be, but women
Might well have warm'd old Saturn; that I thought her
It is the woman's part: Be it lying, note it,
All faults that may be nam'd, nay, that hell knows,
They are not constant, but are changing still
Not half so old as that. I'll write against them,