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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 feard
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 cominission throughly: And, I think, He'll grant the tribute, send the arrearages, Or look upon our Romans, whose remembranee Is yet fresh in their grief. Post.
I do believe (Statist* though I am vone, nor like to be), That this will prove a war; and you shall hear The legions, now in Gallia, sooner landed In our not-fearing Pritain, than have tidings of any penny tribute paid. Our countrymen Are men more order'd, than when Julius CæsarSmild at their lack of skill, but found their courage Worthy his frowning at: Their discipline
(Now mingled with their courages) will make known
Here are letters for you.
'Tis very like.
He was expected then,
All is well yet.
If I have lost it,
Post. The stone's too hard to come by.
Not a whit,
Make not, sir,
* To those who try them.
Your loss your sport: I hope, you know that we
Good sir, we must,
you can make't apparent That you have tasted her in bed, my hand, Aud ring, is yours: If not, the foul opinion You had of her pure honour, gains, or loses, Your sword, or mine; or masterless leaves both To who shall find them. Iach.
Sir, my circumstances, Being so near the truth, as I will make them, Must first induce you to believe: whose strength I will confirm with oath; which, I doubt not, You'll give me leave to spare, when you shall find You need it not. Post.
First, her bed chamber
This is true;
So they must,
This is a thing,
The roof o'the chamber
This is her honouri Let it be granted, you have seen all this (and praise Be given to your remembrance), the description : of what is in her chamber, nothing saves The wager you have laid. Iach.
Then if you can,
(Pulling out the bracelet.
Sir (I thank her), that:
May be, she pluck'd it off, To send it me.
* Ornamented iron bars which support wood burat in chinneys.
+ Torches in the hands of Cupids.
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, Where there is beauty; truth, where semblance ;
ilove, Where there's another man: The vows of women Of no more bondage be, to where they are made, That they are to their virtues; which is nothing: O, above measure, false! Phi.
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, beiug corrupted, Hath stolen it from her? Post.
Very true; And so, I hope, he came by'ı :-Back my ring ;Reuder to me some corporal sign about her, -More evident than this ; for this was stolen.
Iach. By Jupiter, I had it from her arm.
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
Sir, be patient:
Never talk on't ; She hath been colted by him. lach.
If you seek
* The badge; the token.