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(Yet who than he, more mean?) to knit their souls
Imo. Prophane fellow !
Clot. The south-fog rot him!
Imo. He never can meet more mischance, than To be but nam'd of thee. His meanest garment, That ever had but clipt his body, 's dearer In my respect, than all the hairs above thee, Were they all made such men. How now, Pifanio ?
Enter Pifanio. Clot. His garment? now, the devil Imo. To Dorothy, my woman, hye thee presently. Clot. His garment?
Imo. I am sprighted with a fool. Frighted, and angred worse-go, bid
8- in self-FIGUR'D knot;] This is nonsense. We Thould read,
SELF-FINGER'd knot. i.e. a knot solely of their own tying, without any regard to parents, or other more public confiderations,
Search for 9 a jewel, that too casually
Pis. 'Twill not be lost.
Clot. You have abus'd me
Imo. Ay, I said so, Sir;
Clot. I will inform your father.
Imo. Your mother too ;
So I leave you, Sir,
[Exit. Clot. I'll be reveng'd,. His meanest garment? --well.
a jewel, that too casually Hath left my arm ---- ) i. e. too many chances of losing it have arisen from my carelesness.
'Shrew me, If, &c.] 1. e. may I fall under an evil tongue, if, &c. 2 I hope, it be not gone, to tell my lord
That I kiss aught but him.) This is fine. It was gone on that errand. And we are to consider this passage as alluding to those ominous speeches concerning which the ancients were so super. ftitious. See another instance of this kind in the foregoing play, Act I. Scene II.
Enter Pofthumus, and Philario.
To win the King, as I am bold, her honour Will remain hers.
Pbi. What means do you make to him?
Post. Not any, but abide the change of time;
Phi. Your very goodness, and your company,
Poft. I do believe, (Statist though I am none, nor like to be,) That this shall prove a war ; and you shall hear The legions, 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 Cæfar Smild at their lack of skill, but found their courage Worthy of frowning at. Their discipline, Now mingled with their courages, will make known 3 To their
approvers, they are people such As mend upon the world.
3 To their approvers.
] ie, to those who try them.
Enter Iachimo. Phil. See, Iachimo.
Post. Sure, the swift harts have posted you by land, And winds of all the corners kiss'd
your fails, To make your vessel nimble.
Pust. Welcome, Sir.
answer made The speediness of your Return.
lach. Your lady Is of the faireft l'e'er look'd upon.
Poft. And, therewithal, the best; or let her beauty
Iach. Here are letters for you.
Poft. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain Court,
Iach. He was expected then,
Poft. All is well yet.
Iacb. If I've lost it,
Poft. The stone's too hard to come by.
Jach. Not a whit, Your lady being so casie.
Post. Make not, Sir, Your loss your sport; I hope, you know, that we Must not continue friends.
lach. Good Sir, we must,
Poft. If you can make't apparent
have tafted her in bed; my hand,
lach. Sir, my circumstances
Iach. First, her bed-chamber (Where, I confess, I Nept not; but profess, Had That was well worth watching) it was hang'd With tapestry of silk and silver ; the story “ Proud Cleopatıb, when she met her Roman, “ 4 And Cydnus (well’d above the banks, or for The press of boats, or pride, ---A piece of work
So 4. And Cydnus fwell'd above the banks, or for
The press of boats, or pride, -] This is an agreeable ridicule on poetical exaggeration, which gives human passions to inanimate things : and particularly, upon what he himself writes in the foregoing play on this very subject,
As amorous of their itrokes.