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I’ll be reveng’d:
‘His mean’st garment!’ Well. [155]
[Exit.]

Scene IV IT

Enter Posthumus and Philario.

POSTHUMUS
Fear it not, sir: I would I were so sure
To win the king as I am bold her honour
Will remain hers.

PHILARIO
What means do you make to him?

POSTHUMUS

Not any: but abide the change of time,
Quake in the present winter’s state, and wish [5]
That warmer days would come: in these fear’d hopes,
I barely gratify your love; they failing,

I must die much your debtor.

PHILARIO
Your very goodness, and your company,
O’erpays all I can do. By this, your king [10]
Hath heard of great Augustus: Caius Lucius
Will do’s commission throughly. And I think

He’ll grant the tribute: send th’ arrearages,
Or look upon our Romans, whose remembrance
Is yet fresh in their grief.

POSTHUMUS
I do believe [15]

(Statist though I am none, nor like to be)
That this will prove a war; and you shall hear
The legion now in Gallia sooner landed