Cymbeline by William Shakespeare
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Iach. Would I had put my Estate, 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 preserue 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 |
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