1097The consequence o'th' Crowne, and must not foyle

1098The precious note of it; with a base Slaue,

1099A Hilding for a Liuorie, a Squires Cloth,

1100A Pantler; not so eminent.

1101Imo. Prophane Fellow:

1102Wert thou the Sonne of Iupiter, and no more,

1103But what thou art besides: thou wer't too base,

1104To be his Groome: thou wer't dignified enough

1105Euen to the point of Enuie. If 'twere made

1106Comparatiue for your Vertues, to be stil'd

1107The vnder Hangman of his Kingdome; and hated

1108For being prefer'd so well.

1109Clot. The South-Fog rot him.

1110Imo. He neuer can meete more mischance, then come

1111To be but nam'd of thee. His mean'st Garment

1112That euer hath but clipt his body; is dearer

1113In my respect, then all the Heires aboue thee,

1114Were they all made such men: How now Pisanio?

1116Clot. His Garments? Now the diuell.

1117Imo. To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently.

1118Clot. His Garment?

1119Imo. I am sprighted with a Foole,

1120Frighted, and angred worse: Go bid my woman

1121Search for a Iewell, that too casually

1122Hath left mine Arme: it was thy Masters. Shrew me

1123If I would loose it for a Reuenew,

1124Of any Kings in Europe. I do think,

1125I saw't this morning: Confident I am.

1126Last night 'twas on mine Arme; I kiss'd it,

1127I hope it be not gone, to tell my Lord

1128That I kisse aught but he.

1129Pis. 'Twill not be lost.

1130Imo. I hope so: go and search.

1131Clot. You haue abus'd me:

1132His meanest Garment?

1133Imo. I, I said so Sir,

1134If you will make't an Action, call witnesse to't.

1135Clot. I will enforme your Father.

1136Imo. Your Mother too:

1137She's my good Lady; and will concieue, I hope

1138But the worst of me. So I leaue your Sir,

1139To'th' worst of discontent. Exit.

1140Clot. Ile be reueng'd:

1141His mean'st Garment? Well. Exit.

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