Page 492 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

Of one persuaded well of.

POSTHUMUS
Never talk on’t:
She bath been colted by him.

IACHIMO
If you seek
For further satisfying, under her breast

(Worthy her pressing) lies a mole, right proud [135]
Of that most delicate lodging. By my life,
I kiss’d it, and it gave me present hunger
To feed again, though full. You do remember

This stain upon her?

POSTHUMUS
Ay, and it doth confirm
Another stain, as big as hell can hold, [140]
Were there no more but it.

IACHIMO
Will you hear more?

POSTHUMUS
Spare your arithmetic, never count the turns:

Once, and a million!

IACHIMO
I’ll be sworn −

POSTHUMUS
No swearing:
If you will swear you have not done’t you lie,

And I will kill thee if thou dost deny [145]
Thou’st made me cuckold.

IACHIMO