Ev'n to the point of envy, if 'twere made Clot. The fouth-fog rot him! Imo. He never can meet more mifchance, than come Clot. How now? Imo. Pifanio! Enter Pifanio. Clot. His garment? now, the devil Imo. To Dorothy, my woman, hye thee prefently. Clot. His garment? Imo. I am fprighted with a fool, Frighted, and angred worfe -go bid my woman Search for a jewel, that too cafually Hath left mine arm- -it was thy master's. 'Shrew me If I would lofe it for a revenue Of any King in Europe. I do think I saw't this morning; confident I am, Imo. I hope fo; go and fearch. His meaneft garment? Imo. Ay, I faid fo, Sir; [Exit Pifanio Call witnefs to't, if you will make't an action, Clot. I will inform your father.. Imo. Your mother too; She's my good Lady; and will conceive, I hope, But the worst of me. So I leave you, Sir, To th' worft of discontent. Clot. I'll be reveng'd; His meaneft garment ?—well, 23 [Exit. [Exit. SCENE SCENE V. ROME. Poft. Fear it not, Sir; I would I were fo fure Phil. What means do you make to him? Poft. Not any, but abide the change of time, I muft die much your debtor. Phil. Your very goodness, and your company, Poft. I do believe, (Statift though I am none, nor like to be,) Now mingled with their courages, will make known As mend upon the world. SCENE VI. Enter Iachimo.' Phil. See Iachimo. Poft. Sure the swift harts have pofted you by land; And winds of all the corners kiss'd your fails, To make your veffel nimble. Phil. Welcome Sir! Poft. I hope the briefness of your answer made The speediness of your return Tach. Your Lady Is of the fairest I e'er look'd upon Poft. And therewithal the beft, or let her beauty lach. Here are letters for you. Poft. Their tenour good, I truft. Peft. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain Court, Iach. He was expected then, But was not yet approach'd. Poft. All is well yet. Sparkles this ftone as it was wont, or is't not Iach. If I've loft it, I fhould have loft the worth of it in gold; Your Lady being fo eafie. Poft. Make not, Sir, Your lofs your fport; I hope you know that we Iach. Good Sir, we muft, If you keep covenant; had I not brought Poft. If you can make't apparent lach. Sir, my circumstances Being fo near the truth, as I will make them, M Muft first induce you to believe; whose strength Poft. Proceed. Jach. First, her bed-chamber, (Where I confefs I flept not, but profefs Poft. Why, this is true; And this you might have heard of here, by me, Iach. More particulars Muft juftifie my knowledge. Or do your honour injury. Is fouth the chamber, and the chimney-piece Poft. This is a thing Which you might from relation likewife reap; Iach. The roof o'th' chamber With golden cherubims is fretted. Th' andirons, Poft. What's this t'her honour? Let it be granted you have seen all this, Of Of what is in her chamber nothing faves The wager you have laid. Iach. Then if you can [Pulling out the Bracelet. Be pale, I beg but leave to air this jewel: fee! And now 'tis up again; it must be married Once more let me behold it? Is it that Iach. Sir, I thank her, that: She ftripp'd it from her arm, I fee her yet, Poft. She pluck'd it off To fend it me. Kills me to look on't let there be no honour, : Where there is beauty'; truth, where femblance; love, The vows of women Of no more bondage be to where they're made, Than they are to their virtues, which is nothing; Phil. Have patience, Sir, P And take your ring again: 'tis not yet won; It may be probable fhe loft it; or Who knows one of her women, being corrupted, Poft. Very true, And fo I hope he came by't; back my ring, 'tis true; I'm fure She could not lofe it; her attendants are All honourable! they induc'd to fteal it! And by a stranger!-no, he hath enjoy'd her. The |