Cor. Your Daughter, whom fhe bore in hand to love With fuch integrity, fhe did confefs, Was as a scorpion to her fight; whose life, Cym. O moft delicate fiend! Who is't can read a woman? is there more? Cor. More, Sir, and worse. She did confefs, she had Cym. Heard you all this, her Women? Were not in fault, for fhe was beautiful: Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her like her Seeming. It had been vicious Enter Lucius, Iachimo, and other Roman prisoners; Thou com'ft not, Caius, now for Tribute; That Luc. Confider, Sir, the chance of war; the day Was Was yours by accident: had it gone with us, We should not, when the blood was cold, have threatned So feat, fo nurfe-like; let his virtue join With my request, which, I'll make bold, your Highnef Cym. I've furely feen him; His favour is familiar to me. Boy, Thou haft look'd thyself into my grace, And art mine own. I know not why, nor wherefore, Imo. I humbly thank your Highness. Luc. I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad; And yet, I know, thou wilt. Imo. No, no, alack, There's other work in hand; I fee a thing Luc. The boy difdains me, He leaves me, fcorns me: briefly die their joys, Cym. What wouldst thou, boy? I love thee more and more: think more and more, What's What's best to ask. Know'ft him thou look'ft on speak, Than I to your Highnefs: who, being born your vaffal, Cym. Wherefore eye'ft him so? Imo. I'll tell you, Sir, in private, if you please To give me hearing. Cym. Ay, with all my heart, And lend my beft attention. What's thy name? Cym. Thou art my good youth, my page; [Cymbel. and Imo. walk afide. Bel. Is not this boy reviv'd from death? Not more resembles, than he th' fweet rofy lad, Bel. Peace, peace, fee more; he eyes us not; forbear, Creatures may be alike: were't he, I'm fure, He would have spoke t'us. Guid. But we faw him dead. Bel. Be filent: let's fee further. Pif. 'Tis my mistress [Afide. [Cymb. and Imog. come forward. Since the is living, let the time run on, To good, or bad. Cym. Come, ftand thou by our fide. Make thy demand aloud. Sir, ftep you forth, Give answer to this boy, and do it freely; Not more refembles that feet rofy Youth, To Iachimo. A flight corruption has made stark Nonsense of this Paffage. One Grain of Sand certainly might refemble another; but it could never refemble a human Form. I believe, I have reftor'd the Poet's Meaning; The Verfe is none of the fmoothest; but, refembles, must be pronounc'd as a diffyllable. Or, Or, by our Greatness and the Grace of it, Winnow the truth from falfhood.On; fpeak to him. Imo. My boon is, that this Gentleman may render Of whom he had this ring. Poft. What's that to him? Cym. That diamond upon your finger, say, How came it yours? Jach. Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that, Which to be spoke would torture thee. Cym. How? me? Tach. I'm glad to be constrain'd to utter what Torments me to conceal. By villany I got this ring; 'twas Leonatus' jewel, Whom thou didst banish: and (which more may grieve thee, As it doth me) a nobler Sir ne'er liv'd 'Twixt fky and ground. Will you hear more, my Lord ? Cym. All that belongs to this. Iach. That paragon, thy daughter, For whom my heart drops blood, and my false spirits Iach. Upon a time, (unhappy was the clock, (30) Hearing us praise our Loves of Italy For Beauty, that made barren the fwell'd Boaft For As For Beauty, that made barren the fwell'd Boaft Loves woman for; befides that hook of wiving, Iach. All too foon I fhall, Unless thou wouldst grieve quickly. This Pofthumus, (Moft like a noble Lord in love, and one That had a royal lover) took his hint; And, not difpraifing whom we prais'd, (therein He was as calm as virtue) he began His mistress' picture; which by his tongue being made, Were crack'd-of kitchen-trulls, or his description Cym. Nay, nay, to th' purpose. lach. Your daughter's chastity; there it begins: In fuit the place of's bed, and win this ring As plaufible as this Reading may appear at first View, I dare fay, it is flightly corrupted. What! did they praise their Miftreffes for Beauty, and for Feature too? The Symmetry of Features is always one main part of Beauty. Then why fhould Features be faid to lame a Statue, or the Poftures of a well-built Goddefs? We muft certainly restore -for Stature laming The Shrine of Venus, &c. This agrees perfectly well with, laming, ftrait-pight, and Poftures: and fo the Lady is prais'd for her Beauty, her Shape, and her Temper of Mind, By |