Cymbeline Page #4

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Sister. Your sweet hand.

Still I swear I love you.

I pray you, spare me.

I will unfold equal discourtesy

to your best kindness.

- To leave you in your madness 'twere my sin.

- Stop!

I shall not.

Fools cure not mad folks.

Your lady is one of the fairest

I have looked upon.

For you.

Was caius Lucius in the court

when you were there?

He was expected, but not approached.

I'll make a journey twice as far

to enjoy a second night

of such sweet shortness which was mine.

For the ring is won.

Your lady being so easy.

If you can make it apparent

that you have tasted her in bed,

my hand and ring are yours.

If not, the foul opinion

you had of her pure honor

gains or loses, your sword or mine.

First, her bedchamber,

where I confess I slept not,

but profess had that...

which was well worth watching.

Let it be granted

you have seen all this,

the description of what is in her chamber

nothing saves the wager you have laid.

See.

This must be married to your diamond.

Let me behold it.

Is it that which I left with her?

She gave it me,

she said she prized it once.

Maybe she plucked it off to send to me.

She writes you so, doth she?

No.

'Tis true.

Here.

Take this too.

It kills me to look on it.

Let there be no...

honor

where semblance, truth,

where beauty, love,

where there's another man.

The vows of women...

Take your ring again.

'Tis not yet won.

It may be probable that she has lost it

or, who knows,

if one of her women, being corrupted,

hath stolen it from her.

It's very true.

She would not lose it.

All of her attendants

are sworn and honorable.

They induced to steal it,

and by a stranger?

No!

He hath enjoyed her. She hath bought

the name of whore thus dearly.

If you desire further satisfaction,

under her breast, worthy the pressing,

lies there a mole, right proud

of that most delicate lodging.

By my life I swear...

I kissed it,

and though full it gave me

present hunger to feed again.

Do you do remember this stain upon her?

Ay.

And it doth confirm another stain

- as big as hell can hold.

- Shall you hear more?

O,

that I had her here,

to tear her limbmeal.

I will go there, then do it

in the court before her father!

From Posthumus.

"Justice and your father's wrath,

should he take me in his dominion,

could not be so cruel to me as you,

o dearest of creatures,

would even renew me with your eyes.

Take notice that I am at Milford Haven.

What your own love will out

of this advise you, follow.

So he wishes you all happiness,

that remains loyal to his vow,

and your increasing love."

O, for a horse with wings!

Hear'st thou? He is at Milford Haven.

Read, and tell me how far it is.

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