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 sear'd hopes, I barely gratify your love; they failing, I must die much your debtor. Phi. Your very goodness, and your company, Hath heard of great Augustus: Caius Lucius Statist though I am none, nor like to be— (Now mingled with their courage) will make known To their approvers, they are people such That mend upon the world. Post. The swiftest harts have posted you by land: And winds of all the corners kiss'd your sails, To make your vessel nimble. Post. I hope the briefness of your answer made The speediness of your return. Iach. Your lady Is one of the fairest that I have look'd upon. Post. And therewithal the best; or let her beauty CYMBELINE. Look through a casement to allure false hearts, And be false with them. Iach. Here are letters for you. 'Tis very like. Post. Their tenor good, I trust. Iach. Phi. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court, When you were there? Iach. He was expected then, But not approach'd. All is well yet. Post. Sparkles this stone as it was wont ? or is 't not Iach. Your lady being so easy. Post. Not a whit, Make not, sir, Your loss your sport: I hope you know that we Tach. Good sir, we must, If you keep covenant. Had I not brought The knowledge of your mistress home, I grant By both your wills. Post. If you can make 't apparent, My ring, is yours: if not, the foul opinion [ACT IL Tach. Sir, my circumstances Must first induce you to believe: whose strength Post. Tuch. Proceed. First, her bedchamber Where, I confess, I slept not ;-but profess Since the true life on 't was→→ And this you might have heard of here, by me, Iach. Must justify my knowledge. Post. More particulars So they must, The chimney Or do your honour injury. Iach. I had forgot them-were two winking Cupids Post. This is her honour!- The wager you have laid. Iach. Then, if you can [Pulling out the bracelet. Be pale, I beg but leave to air this jewel; see!— To that your diamond; I'll keep them. Post. Once more let me behold it: is it that Which I left with her? Iach. Jove! Sir-I thank her-that: She stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet; Her pretty action did outsell her gift, And yet enrich'd it too: she gave it me, and said Post. May be she pluck'd it off, To send it me. Iach. She writes so to you, doth she? Post. O, no, no, no; 'tis true. Here, take this too; It is a basilisk unto mine eye, [Gives the ring. Kills me to look on 't.-Let there be no honour Have patience, sir, Phi. 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! The cognizance of her incontinency Is this there, take thy hire! Phi. Sir, be patient: This is not strong enough to be believ'd Post. Never talk on 't. Iach. If you seek for further satisfying- I kiss'd it; and it gave me present hunger Post. Were there no more but it. No swearing. If you will swear you have not done't, you lie ; If thou dost deny Iach. I'll deny nothing. Post. O, that I had her here, to tear her limb meal! |