Post. No, no

Iach. I dare thereupon pawne the moytie of my Estate,

to your Ring, which in my opinion o're-values it

something: but I make my wager rather against your

Confidence, then her Reputation. And to barre your offence

heerein to, I durst attempt it against any Lady in

the world

Post. You are a great deale abus'd in too bold a perswasion,

and I doubt not you sustaine what y'are worthy

of, by your Attempt

Iach. What's that?

Posth. A Repulse though your Attempt (as you call

it) deserue more; a punishment too

Phi. Gentlemen enough of this, it came in too sodainely,

let it dye as it was borne, and I pray you be better

acquainted

Iach. Would I had put my Estate, and my Neighbors

on th' approbation of what I haue spoke

Post. What Lady would you chuse to assaile?

Iach. Yours, whom in constancie you thinke stands

so safe. I will lay you ten thousands Duckets to your

Ring, that commend me to the Court where your Lady

is, with no more aduantage then the opportunitie of a

second conference, and I will bring from thence, that

Honor of hers, which you imagine so reseru'd

Posthmus. I will wage against your Gold, Gold to

it: My Ring I holde deere as my finger, 'tis part of

it

Iach. You are a Friend, and there in the wiser: if you

buy Ladies flesh at a Million a Dram, you cannot preserue

it from tainting; but I see you haue some Religion

in you, that you feare

Posthu. This is but a custome in your tongue: you

beare a grauer purpose I hope

Iach. I am the Master of my speeches, and would vnder-go

what's spoken, I sweare

Posthu. Will you? I shall but lend my Diamond till

your returne: let there be Couenants drawne between's.

My Mistris exceedes in goodnesse, the hugenesse of your

vnworthy thinking. I dare you to this match: heere's my

Ring

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