Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tragedie of Cymbeline/Act 1 Scene 5

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Scena Quinta.


Enter Philario, Iachimo: a Frenchman, a Dutchman,
and a Spaniard.

Iach.
Beleeue it Sir, I haue seene him in Britaine; hee
was then of a Cressent note, expected to proue so woorthy,
as since he hath beene allowed the name of. But I
could then haue look'd on him, without the help of
Admiration, though the Catalogue of his endowments had
bin tabled by his side, and I to peruse him by Items.

Phil.
You speake of him when he was lesse furnish'd,
then now hee is, with that which makes him both with
out, and within.

French.
I haue seene him in France: wee had very many
there, could behold the Sunne, with as firme eyes as hee.

Iach.
This matter of marrying his Kings Daughter,
wherein he must be weighed rather by her valew, then
his owne, words him (I doubt not) a great deale from the
matter.

French.
And then his banishment.

Iach.
I, and the approbation of those that weepe this
lamentable diuorce vnder her colours, are wonderfully
to extend him, be it but to fortifie her iudgement, which
else an easie battery might lay flat, for taking a Begger
without lesse quality. But how comes it, he is to soiourne
with you? How creepes acquaintance?

Phil.
His Father and I were Souldiers together, to
whom I haue bin often bound for no lesse then my life.
Enter Posthumus.
Heere comes the Britaine. Let him be so entertained
among'st you, as suites with Gentlemen of your knowing,
to a Stranger of his quality. I beseech you all be better
knowne to this Gentleman, whom I commend to you,
as a Noble Friend of mine. How Worthy he is, I will
leaue to appeare hereafter, rather then story him in his
owne hearing.

French.
Sir, we haue knowne togither in Orleance.

Post.
Since when, I haue bin debtor to you for courtesies,
which I will be euer to pay, and yet pay still.

French.
Sir, you o're-rate my poore kindnesse, I was
glad I did attone my Countryman and you: it had beene
pitty you should haue beene put together, with so mortall
a purpose, as then each bore, vpon importance of so
slight and triuiall a nature.

Post.
By your pardon Sir, I was then a young Trauel
ler, rather shun'd to go euen with what I heard, then in
my euery action to be guided by others experiences: but
vpon my mended iudgement (if I offend to say it is mended)
my Quarrell was not altogether slight.

French.
Faith yes, to be put to the arbiterment of
Swords, and by such two, that would by all likelyhood
haue confounded one the other, or haue falne both.

Iach.
Can we with manners, aske what was the difference?

French.
Safely, I thinke, 'twas a contention in publicke,
which may (without contradiction) suffer the report.
It was much like an argument that fell out last
night, where each of vs fell in praise of our Country-
Mistresses. This Gentleman, at that time vouching (and
vpon warrant of bloody affirmation) his to be more
Faire, Vertuous, Wise, Chaste, Constant, Qualified, and
lesse attemptible then any, the rarest of our Ladies in
Fraunce.

Iach.
That Lady is not now liuing; or this Gentlemans
opinion by this, worne out.

Post.
She holds her Vertue still, and I my mind.

Iach.
You must not so farre preferre her, 'fore ours of Italy.

Posth.
Being so farre prouok'd as I was in France: I
would abate her nothing, though I professe my selfe her
Adorer, not her Friend.

Iach.
As faire, and as good: a kind of hand in hand
comparison, had beene something too faire, and too
good for any Lady in Britanie; if she went before others.
I haue seene as that Diamond of yours out-lusters many
I haue beheld, I could not beleeue she excelled many:
but I haue not seene the most pretious Diamond that is,
nor you the Lady.

Post.
I prais'd her, as I rated her: so do I my Stone.

Iach.
What do you esteeme it at?

Post.
More then the world enioyes.

Iach.
Either your vnparagon'd Mistris is dead, or
she's out-priz'd by a trifle.

Post.
You are mistaken: the one may be solde or giuen,
or if there were wealth enough for the purchases, or
merite for the guift. The other is not a thing for sale,
and onely the guift of the Gods.

Iach.
Which the Gods haue giuen you?

Post.
Which by their Graces I will keepe.

Iach.
You may weare her in title yours: but you
know strange Fowle light vpon neighbouring Ponds.
Your Ring may be stolne too, so your brace of vnprizeable
Estimations, the one is but fraile, and the other Casuall;.
A cunning Thiefe, or a (that way) accomplish'd
Courtier, would hazzard the winning both of first and last.

Post.
Your Italy, containes none so accomplish'd a
Courtier to conuince the Honour of my Mistris: if in the
holding or losse of that, you terme her fraile, I do nothing
doubt you haue store of Theeues, notwithstanding
I feare not my Ring.

Phil.
Let vs leaue heere, Gentlemen?

Post.
Sir, with all my heart. This worthy Signior I
thanke him, makes no stranger of me, we are familiar at
first.

Iach.
With fiue times so much conuersation, I should
get ground of your faire Mistris; make her go backe, euen
to the yeilding, had I admittance, and opportunitie
to friend.

Post.
No, no.

Iach.
I dare thereupon pawne the moytie of my Estate,
to your Ring, which in my opinion o're-values it
something: but I make my wager rather against your
Confidence, then her Reputation. And to barre your offence
heerein to, I durst attempt it against any Lady in
the world.

Post.
You are a great deale abus'd in too bold a perswasion,
and I doubt not you sustaine what y'are worthy
of, by your Attempt.

Iach.
What's that?

Posth.
A Repulse though your Attempt (as you call
it) deserue more; a punishment too.

Phi.
Gentlemen enough of this, it came in too sodainely,
let it dye as it was borne, and I pray you be better
acquainted.

Iach.
Would I had put my Fstate, and my Neighbors
on th'approbation of what I haue spoke.

Post.
What Lady would you chuse to assaile?

Iach.
Yours, whom in constancie you thinke stands
so safe. I will lay you ten thousands Duckets to your
Ring, that commend me to the Court where your Lady
is, with no more aduantage then the opportunitie of a
second conference, and I will bring from thence, that
Honor of hers, which you imagine so reseru'd.

Posthmus.
I will wage against your Gold, Gold to
it: My Ring I holde deere as my finger, 'tis part of it.

Iach.
You are a Friend, and there in the wiser: if you
buy Ladies flesh at a Million a Dram, you cannot preseure
it from tainting; but I see you haue some Religion
in you, that you feare.

Posthu.
This is but a custome in your tongue: you
beare a grauer purpose I hope.

Iach.
I am the Master of my speeches, and would vnder-go
what's spoken, I sweare.

Posthu.
Will you? I shall but lend my Diamond till
your returne: let there be Couenants drawne between's.
My Mistris exceedes in goodnesse, the hugenesse of your
vnworthy thinking. I dare you to this match: heere's my
Ring.

Phil.
I will haue it no lay.

Iach.
By the Gods it is one: if I bring you no sufficient
testimony that I haue enioy'd the deerest bodily
part of your Mistris: my ten thousand Duckets are yours,
so is your Diamond too: if I come off, and leaue her in
such honour as you haue trust in; Shee your Iewell, this
your Iewell, and my Gold are yours: prouided. I haue
your commendation, for my more free entertainment.

Post.
I embrace these Conditions, let vs haue Articles
betwixt vs: onely thus farre you shall answere, if you
make your voyage vpon her, and giue me directly to vnderstand,
you haue preuayl'd, I am no further your Enemy,
shee is not worth our debate. If shee remaine vnseduc'd,
you not making it appeare otherwise: for your ill
opinion, and th'assault you haue made to her chastity, you
shall answer me with your Sword.

Iach.
Your hand, a Couenant: wee will haue these
things set downe by lawfull Counsell, and straight away
for Britaine, least the Bargaine should catch colde, and
sterue: I will fetch my Gold, and haue our two Wagers
recorded.

Post.
Agreed.

French.
Will this hold, thinke you.

Phil.
Signior Iachimo will not from it.
ExeuntPray let vs follow 'em.