Page 484 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

I am sprited with a fool,
Frighted, and anger’d worse. Go bid my woman
Search for a jewel, that too casually [140]
Hath left mine arm: it was thy master’s. ’Shrew me,

If I would lose it for a revenue
Of any king’s in Europe! I do think
I saw’t this morning: confident I am.
Last night ’twas on mine arm; I kiss’d it: [145]

I hope it be not gone to tell my lord
That I kiss aught but he.

PISANIO
’Twill not be lost.

IMOGEN
I hope so: go and search.
[Exit Pisanio.]

CLOTEN
You have abus’d me:

‘His meanest garment!’

IMOGEN
Ay, I said so, sir:
If you will make’t an action, call witness to’t. [150]

CLOTEN
I will inform your father.

IMOGEN
Your mother too:

She’s my good lady; and will conceive, I hope,
But the worst of me. So I leave you, sir,
To th’ worst of discontent.
[Exit.]

CLOTEN