Page 486 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

In our not-fearing Britain than have tidings
Of any penny tribute paid. Our countrymen [20]
Are men more order’d than when Julius Cæsar
Smil’d at their lack of skill, but found their courage

Worthy his frowning at. Their discipline,
(Now wing-led with their courages) will make known
To their approvers they are people such [25]
That mend upon the world.

Enter Iachimo.

PHILARIO
See! Iachimo!

POSTHUMUS
The swiftest harts have posted you by land;
And winds of all the corners kiss’d your sails,
To make your vessel nimble.

PHILARIO
Welcome, sir.

POSTHUMUS

I hope the briefness of your answer made [30]
The speediness of your return.

IACHIMO
Your lady,
Is one the fairest that I have look’d upon −

POSTHUMUS
And therewithal the best, or let her beauty
Look through a casement to allure false hearts,

And be false with them.

IACHIMO
Here are letters for you. [35]