Page 490 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

POSTHUMUS

This is her honour!
Let it be granted you have seen all this (and praise
Be given to your remembrance) the description

Of what is in her chamber nothing saves
The wager you have laid.

IACHIMO
Then, if you can [95]
[showing the bracelet]
Be pale, I beg but leave to air this jewel: see!

And now ’tis up again: it must be married
To that your diamond, I’ll keep them.

POSTHUMUS
Jove! −
Once more let me behold it: is it that

Which I left with her?

IACHIMO

Sir (I thank her) that! [100]
She stripp’d it from her arm: I see her yet:
Her pretty action did outsell her gift,
And yet enrich’d it too: she gave it me,

And said she priz’d it once.

POSTHUMUS

May be she pluck’d it off
To send it me.

IACHIMO
She writes so to you? Doth she? [105]

POSTHUMUS
O, no, no, no, ’tis true. Here, take this too;

[gives the ring]
It is a basilisk unto mine eye,