In our not-fearing Britain than have tidings Of any penny tribute paid. Our countrymen Are men more order'd than when Julius Caesar Smiled at their lack of skill, but found their courage Worthy his frowning at: their discipline, Now mingled with their courages, will make known To their approvers they are people such That mend upon the world. See! Iachimo! The swiftest harts have posted you by land; And winds of all the comers kiss'd your sails, To make your vessel nimble. Welcome, sir. I hope the briefness of your answer made The speediness of your return. Your lady Is one of the fairest that I have look'd upon. And therewithal the best; or let her beauty Look through a casement to allure false hearts And be false with them. Here are letters for you. Their tenor good, I trust. 'Tis very like. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court When you were there? He was expected then, But not approach'd. All is well yet. Sparkles this stone as it was wont? or is't not Too dull for your good wearing? If I had lost it, I should have lost the worth of it in gold. I'll make a journey twice as far, to enjoy A second night of such sweet shortness which Was mine in Britain, for the ring is won. The stone's too hard to come by. Not a whit, Your lady being so easy. Make not, sir, Your loss your sport: I hope you know that we Must not continue friends. Good sir, we must, If you keep covenant. Had I not brought The knowledge of your mistress home, I grant We were to question further: but I now Profess myself the winner of her honour, Together with your ring; and not the wronger Of her or you, having proceeded but By both your wills. If you can make't apparent That you have tasted her in bed, my hand And ring is yours; if not, the foul opinion You had of her pure honour gains or loses Your sword or mine, or masterless leaves both To who shall find them. Sir, my circumstances, Being so near the truth as I will make them, Must first induce you to believe: whose strength I will confirm with oath; which, I doubt not, You'll give me leave to spare, when you shall find You need it not. Proceed. First, her bedchamber,-- Where, I confess, I slept not, but profess Had that was well worth watching--it was hang'd With tapesty of silk and silver; the story Proud Cleopatra, when she