Page 493 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

I’ll deny nothing.

POSTHUMUS
O, that I had her here, to tear her limb-meal!
I will go there and do’t, i’ th’ court, before
Her father. I’ll do something −
[Exit.]

PHILARIO
Quite besides
The government of patience! You have won: [150]
Let’s follow him, and pervert the present wrath
He hath against himself.

IACHIMO

With all my heart.
[Exeunt.]
Re-enter Posthumus.

POSTHUMUS
Is there no way for men to be, but women
Must be half-workers? We are all bastards,

And that most venerable man, which I [155]
Did call my father, was I know not where
When I was stamp’d. Some coiner with his tools
Made me a counterfeit: yet my mother seem’d

The Dian of that time: so doth my wife
The nonpareil of this. O vengeance, vengeance! [160]
Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain’d,
And pray’d me oft forbearance: did it with

A pudency so rosy, the sweet view on’t
Might well have warm’d old Saturn; that I thought her
As chaste as unsunn’d snow. O, all the devils! [165]
This yellow Iachimo, in an hour, was’t not?

Or less; at first? Perchance he spoke not, but
Like a full-acorn’d boar, a German one,
Cried “O!” and mounted; found no opposition
But what he look’d for should oppose and she [170]