Act II, Scene 4
Rome. Philario’s house.
- Enter Posthumus and Philario.
Posthumus1 - 3
- Fear it not, sir. I would I were so sure
- To win the King as I am bold her honor
- Will remain hers.
- What means do you make to him?
Posthumus5 - 9
- Not any; but abide the change of time,
- Quake in the present winter’s state, and wish
- That warmer days would come. In these fear’d hopes
- I barely gratify your love; they failing,
- I must die much your debtor.
Philario10 - 16
- 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 ’s commission throughly. And I think
- He’ll grant the tribute, send th’ arrearages,
- Or look upon our Romans, whose remembrance
- Is yet fresh in their grief.
Posthumus17 - 28
- I do believe
- (Statist though I am none, nor like to be)
- That this will prove a war; and you shall hear
- The legion now in Gallia sooner landed
- In our not-fearing Britain than have tidings
- Of any penny tribute paid. Our countrymen
- Are men more order’d than when Julius Caesar
- Smil’d at their lack of skill, but found their courage
- Worthy his frowning at. Their discipline
- (Now wing-led with their courages) will make known
- To their approvers they are people such
- That mend upon the world.
- Enter Jachimo.
- See! Jachimo!
Posthumus30 - 32
- The swiftest harts have posted you by land,
- And winds of all the corners kiss’d your sails,
- To make your vessel nimble.
- Welcome, sir.
Posthumus34 - 35
- I hope the briefness of your answer made
- The speediness of your return.
Jachimo36 - 37
- Your lady
- Is one of the fairest that I have look’d upon.
Posthumus38 - 40
- And therewithal the best, or let her beauty
- Look thorough a casement to allure false hearts,
- And be false with them.
- Here are letters for you.
- Their tenure good, I trust.
- ’Tis very like.
Philario44 - 45
- Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court
- When you were there?
Jachimo46 - 47
- He was expected then,
- But not approach’d.
Posthumus48 - 50
- All is well yet.
- Sparkles this stone as it was wont, or is’t not
- Too dull for your good wearing?
Jachimo51 - 55
- If I have lost it,
- I should have lost the worth of it in gold.
- I’ll make a journey twice as far, t’ enjoy
- A second night of such sweet shortness which
- Was mine in Britain, for the ring is won.
- The stone’s too hard to come by.
Jachimo57 - 58
- Not a whit,
- Your lady being so easy.
Posthumus59 - 61
- Make not, sir,
- Your loss your sport. I hope you know that we
- Must not continue friends.
Jachimo62 - 69
- Good sir, we must,
- If you keep covenant. Had I not brought
- The knowledge of your mistress home, I grant
- We were to question farther; but I now
- Profess myself the winner of her honor,
- Together with your ring; and not the wronger
- Of her or you, having proceeded but
- By both your wills.
Posthumus70 - 75
- If you can make’t apparent
- That you have tasted her in bed, my hand
- And ring is yours; if not, the foul opinion
- You had of her pure honor gains or loses
- Your sword or mine, or masterless leave both
- To who shall find them.
Jachimo76 - 81
- 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.
Jachimo83 - 93
- First, her bedchamber
- (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—
Posthumus94 - 96
- This is true;
- And this you might have heard of here, by me,
- Or by some other.
Jachimo97 - 98
- More particulars
- Must justify my knowledge.
Posthumus99 - 100
- So they must,
- Or do your honor injury.
Jachimo101 - 106
- The chimney
- Is south the chamber, and the chimney-piece
- Chaste Dian bathing. Never saw I figures
- So likely to report themselves. The cutter
- Was as another Nature, dumb; outwent her,
- Motion and breath left out.
Posthumus107 - 109
- This is a thing
- Which you might from relation likewise reap,
- Being, as it is, much spoke of.
Jachimo110 - 114
- The roof o’ th’ chamber
- With golden cherubins is fretted. Her andirons
- (I had forgot them) were two winking Cupids
- Of silver, each on one foot standing, nicely
- Depending on their brands.
Posthumus115 - 119
- This is her honor!
- 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.
Jachimo120 - 123
- Then if you can
- Showing 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.
Posthumus124 - 126
- Once more let me behold it. Is it that
- Which I left with her?
Jachimo127 - 131
- 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
- She priz’d it once.
Posthumus132 - 133
- May be she pluck’d it off
- To send it me.
- She writes so to you? Doth she?
Posthumus135 - 142
- 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 honor
- Where there is beauty; truth, where semblance; love,
- Where there’s another man. The vows of women
- Of no more bondage be to where they are made
- Than they are to their virtues, which is nothing.
- O, above measure false!
Philario143 - 147
- Have patience, sir,
- And take your ring again, ’tis not yet won.
- It may be probable she lost it; or
- Who knows if one her women, being corrupted,
- Hath stol’n it from her?
Posthumus148 - 151
- Very true,
- And so I hope he came by’t. Back my ring!
- Render to me some corporal sign about her,
- More evident than this; for this was stol’n.
- By Jupiter, I had it from her arm.
Posthumus153 - 161
- 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 honorable. They induc’d to steal it?
- And by a stranger? No, he hath enjoye’d her.
- The cognizance of her incontinency
- Is this. She hath bought the name of whore thus dearly.
- There, take thy hire, and all the fiends of hell
- Divide themselves between you!
Philario162 - 164
- Sir, be patient.
- This is not strong enough to be believ’d
- Of one persuaded well of.
Posthumus165 - 166
- Never talk on’t:
- She hath been colted by him.
Jachimo167 - 173
- If you seek
- For further satisfying, under her breast
- (Worthy her pressing) lies a mole, right proud
- Of that most delicate lodging. By my life,
- I kiss’d it, and it gave me present hunger
- To feed again, though full. You do remember
- This stain upon her?
Posthumus174 - 176
- Ay, and it doth confirm
- Another stain, as big as hell can hold,
- Were there no more but it.
- Will you hear more?
Posthumus178 - 179
- Spare your arithmetic, never count the turns.
- Once, and a million!
- I’ll be sworn.
Posthumus181 - 184
- No swearing:
- If you will swear you have not done’t, you lie,
- And I will kill thee if thou dost deny
- Thou’st made me cuckold.
- I’ll deny nothing.
Posthumus186 - 188
- O that I had her here, to tear her limb-meal!
- I will go there and do’t, i’ th’ court, before
- Her father. I’ll do something—
Philario189 - 192
- Quite besides
- The government of patience! You have won.
- Let’s follow him, and pervert the present wrath
- He hath against himself.
- With all my heart.