Page 487 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

POSTHUMUS

Their tenour good, I trust.

IACHIMO
’Tis very like.

POSTHUMUS
Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court
When you were there?

IACHIMO
He was expected then,

But not approach’d.

POSTHUMUS
All is well yet.
Sparkles this stone as it was wont, or is’t not [40]
Too dull for your good wearing?

IACHIMO
If I have lost it,

I should have lost the worth of it in gold −
I’ll make a journey twice as far, t’ enjoy
A second night of such sweet shortness which
Was mine in Britain; for the ring is won. [45]

POSTHUMUS

The stone’s too hard to come by.

IACHIMO

Not a whit,
Your lady being so easy.

POSTHUMUS
Make not, sir,
Your loss your sport: I hope you know that we
Must not continue friends.