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John Bell [1774], Bell's Edition of Shakespeare's Plays, As they are now performed at the Theatres Royal in London; Regulated from the Prompt Books of each House By Permission; with Notes Critical and Illustrative; By the Authors of the Dramatic Censor (Printed for John Bell... and C. Etherington [etc.], York) [word count] [S10401].
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Scene SCENE, Philario's House in Rome. Philario, Iachimo,† note and a Frenchman, at a Banquet.

Iach.

Believe it, sir, I have seen him in Britain; and he was then but crescent, not expressed to prove so worthy, as since he has been allowed the name of. But I could then have look'd on him without the help of admiration, though the catalogue of his endowments had been tabled by his side, and I to peruse him by Items.

Phil.

You speak of him when he was less furnish'd, than now he is.

French.

I have seen him in France; we had very many there could behold the sun with as firm eyes as he.

Iach.

This matter of marrying his king's daughter, wherein he must be weighed rather by her value, than his own, words him, I doubt not, a great deal from the matter.

French.

And then his banishment.

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Iach.

Ay, and the approbation of those that weep this lamentable divorce under her colours, are wonderfully to extend him; be it but to fortify her judgment, which else an easy battery might lay flat, for taking a beggar without more quality. But how comes it he is to sojourn with you? How creeps acquaintance?

Phil.

His father and I were soldiers together, to whom I have been often bound, for no less than my life.

Enter Posthumus.

Here comes the Briton. Let him be so entertained amongst you, as suits with gentlemen of your knowing, to a stranger of his quality. I beseech you all be better known to this gentleman, whom I commend to you, as a noble friend of mine. How worthy he is, I will leave to appear hereafter, rather than story him in his own hearing.

French.

Sir, we have been known together in Orleans.

Post.

Since when I have been debtor to you for courtesies, which I will be ever to pay, and yet pay still.

French.

Sir, you o'er-rate my poor kindness; I was glad I did attone my countryman and you; it had been pity you should have been put together, with so mortal a purpose as then each bore, upon importance of so slight and trivial a nature.

Post.

By your pardon, sir, I was then a young traveller; but upon my mended judgment, (if I offend not to say it is mended) my quarrel was not altogether slight.

French.

Faith, yes, to be put to the arbitrament of swords.

Iach.

Can we, with manners, ask what was the difference?

French.

Safely, I think; 'twas a contention in publick, which may, without contradiction, suffer the report. It was much like an argument that fell out,

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last night, where each of us fell in praise of our country-mistresses. This gentleman at that time vouching, (and upon warrant of bloody affirmation,) his to be more fair, virtuous, wife, chaste, constant, qualified, and less attemptable, than any, the rarest of our ladies in France.* note

Iach.

That lady is not now living, or this gentleman's opinion is by this worn out.

Post.

She holds her virtue still, and I my mind.

Iach.

You must not so far prefer her, 'fore ours of Italy.

Post.

Being so far provok'd, as I was in France, I would abate her nothing; tho' I profess myself her adorer, not her friend.

Iach.

As fair, and as good; a kind of hand in hand comparison, had been something too fair, and too good, for any lady in Britain; if she went out before others I have seen, as that diamond of yours out-lustres many I have beheld, I could believe she excelled many; but I have not seen the most precious diamond that is, nor you the lady.

Post.

I prais'd her, as I rated her? so do I my ring.

Iach.

What do you esteem it at?

Post.

More than the world enjoys.

Iach.

Either your paragon'd mistress is dead, or she's outpriz'd by a trifle.

Post.

You are mistaken; the one may be sold or given, if there were wealth enough for the purchase, or merit for the gift. The other is not a thing for sale, and only the gift of the gods.

Iach.

Which the gods have given you.

Post.

Which, by their graces, I will keep.

Iach.

You may wear her in title yours; but, you know, strange fowl light upon neighbouring ponds. Your ring may be stol'n, too; so of your brace of unprisable estimations, the one is but frail, and the

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other casual. A cunning thief, or a that-way accomplished courtier, would hazard the winning both of first and last.

Post.

Your Italy contains none so accomplished a courtier to convince the honour of my mistress; if in the holding or loss of that, you term her frail. I do nothing doubt you have store of thieves, notwithstanding, I fear not my ring.

Phil.

Let us leave here, gentlemen.

Post.

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

Iach.

With five times so much conversation, I should get ground of your fair mistress. Make her go back, even to the yielding, had I admittance, and opportunity to friend.

Post.

No, no.

Iach.

I dare thereupon pawn the moiety of my estate, to your ring, which in my opinion o'er-values it something: but I make my wager rather against, your confidence, than her reputation. And to bar your offence herein, too, I durst attempt it, against any lady in the world.

Post.

You are a great deal abused in too bold a persuasion; and I doubt not, you'd sustain what you're worthy of, by your attempt.

Iach.

What's that?

Post.

A repulse; though your attempt, as you call it, deserves more; a punishment, too.

[Angrily.

Phil.

Gentlemen, enough of this, it came in too suddenly; let it die as it was born, and I pray you, be better acquainted.

Iach.

Would I had put my estate, and my neighbour's, on th' approbation of what I have spoke.

Post.

What lady would you chuse to assail?

Iach.

Yours; whom in constancy you think stands so safe. I will lay you ten thousand ducats, to your ring, that commend me to the court where your lady

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is, with no more advantage than the opportunity of a second conference, and I will bring from thence that honour of hers, which you imagine so reserv'd.

Post.

I will wage against your gold, gold to it: my ring I hold dear as my finger, 'tis part of it.

Iach.

You are afraid, and therein the wiser. If you buy ladies flesh at a million a dram, you cannot preserve it from tainting: but I see you have some religion in you, that you fear.

Post.

This is but a custom in your tongue; you bear a graver purpose, I hope.

Iach.

I am the master of my speeches, and would undergo what's spoken, I swear.

Post.

Will you? let there be covenants drawn between us. My mistress exceeds in goodness the hugeness of your unworthy thinking. I dare you to this match; here's my ring.* note

Phil.

I will have it no lay.

Iach.

By the gods it is one; if I bring you sufficient testimony that I have enjoy'd the dearest bodily part of your mistress, my ten thousand ducats are mine, so is your diamond, too; if I come off, and leave her in such honour as you have trust in, she, your jewel, this your jewel, and my gold, are yours, provided I have your commendation, for my more free entertainment.

Post.

I embrace these conditions; let us have articles betwixt us; only thus far you shall answer. If you make your voyage upon her, and give me directly to understand you have prevailed, I am no further your enemy; she is not worth our debate. If she remain unseduc'd, you, not making it appear otherwise, for

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your ill opinion, and the assault you have made on her chastity, you shall answer me with your sword.

Iach.

Your hand; a covenant; we will have these things set down by lawful counsel, and I'll straight away for Britain, lest the bargain should catch cold, and starve; I will fetch my gold, and have our two wagers recorded.

Post.

Agreed.

[Exeunt Post. and Iach.

French.
Will this hold, think you?

Phil.
Signior Iachimo will not from it.
Pray let us follow 'em.
[Exeunt.* note End of the First Act.
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John Bell [1774], Bell's Edition of Shakespeare's Plays, As they are now performed at the Theatres Royal in London; Regulated from the Prompt Books of each House By Permission; with Notes Critical and Illustrative; By the Authors of the Dramatic Censor (Printed for John Bell... and C. Etherington [etc.], York) [word count] [S10401].
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