(Yet who than he, more mean?) to knit their souls
On whom there is no more dependency
But brats and beggary,) * in self-finger'd knot';
Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by
The consequence o'th' crown; and must not foil
The precious note of it with a bafe Nave,
A hilding for a livery, a squire's cloth;
A pantler ; not so eminent. --

Imo. Prophane fellow !
Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more
But what thou art besides, thou were too base
To be his groom : thou wert dignify'd enough,
Ev'n to the point of Envy, if 'twere made
Comparative for your virtues, to be ftil'd
The under-hangman of his realm; and hated
For being preferr'd so well.

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

my woman


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
Hath left mine arm-it was thy master's. ! 'Shrew me,
If I would lose it for a revenue
Of any King in Europe. I do think,
I saw't this morning ; confident I am,
Last night 'twas on my arm; I kissed it.
· I hope, it be not gone, to tell my lord
That i kiss aught but him.

Pis. 'Twill not be lost.
Imo. I hope so ; go, and search.

Clot. You have abus'd me
His meanest garment?

Imo. Ay, I said so, Sir;
If you will make't an action, call witness to't.

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' worst of discontent.

[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.


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Enter Pofthumus, and Philario.
EAR it not, Sir; I would, I were so sure

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;
Quake in the present winter's state, and wish,
That warmer days would come ; in these fear'd hopes,
I barely gratifie your love ; they failing,
I must die much your debtor.

Phi. Your very goodness, and your company,
O'er-pays 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,
E’er look upon our Romans, whose remembrance
Is yet fresh in their grief,

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.


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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.
Phi. I hope, the briefness of your

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
Look through a casement to allure false hearts,
And be false with them.

Iach. Here are letters for you.
Post. Their tenour good, I trust.
lach. 'Tis very like.

Poft. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain Court,
When you were there?

Iach. He was expected then,
But not approach'd.

Poft. All is well yet.
Sparkles this stone as it was wont, or is't not
Too dull for your good wearing?

Iacb. If I've lost it,
I should have lost the worth of it in gold;
I'll make a journey twice as fár, r' enjoy
A second night of such sweet shortnefs, which
Was mine in Britain ; for the ring is won,

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,
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 honour,
Together with your ring; and not the wronger
Of her, or you, having proceeded but
By both your wills.

Poft. If you can make't apparent

have tafted her in bed; my hand,
And 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.

lach. 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. Proceed.

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,

-And made
The water, which they bent, to follow fafter,

As amorous of their itrokes.
But the fatire is not only agreeably turned, but very artfully em-
ployed; as it is a plain indication, that the speaker is secretly



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