A father cruel and a step-dame false;
A foolish suitor to a wedded lady
That hath her husband banish’d. O, that husband!
My supreme crown of grief! and those repeated
Vexations of it! Had I been thief-stol’n,
As my two brothers, happy! but most miserable
Is the desire that’s glorious. Blessed be those,
How mean soe’er, that have their honest wills,
Which seasons comfort. Who may this be? Fie!
A cruel father and a deceptive stepmother; a foolish suitor pursuing a married woman whose husband has been banished. Oh, that husband! You are my deepest grief! And the endless suffering it brings! If I had been stolen away, like my two brothers were, I would be happy! But the worst misery is wanting something glorious—something extraordinary that can never be mine. Blessed are those, however humble their station, who have simple, honest desires that can actually be satisfied. Who could this person be? Ugh!
I've got a cruel dad and a fake stepmother; some idiot is chasing me while I'm already married, and my husband got banished. My husband! He's breaking my heart! And it never stops hurting. If I'd been kidnapped like my brothers were, I'd probably be better off. But the worst part is wanting something amazing that I can't have. The lucky people are the ones who just want simple things, even if they're poor, because at least they can actually get what they want. Who is this person? Ugh!
cruel dad, fake stepmom, creep chasing me my husband's banished, that's my worst pain wish i was stolen like my brothers wanting smth perfect is torture the lucky ones just want simple things
Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome
Comes from my lord with letters.
Madam, a noble Roman gentleman has come from your husband with letters.
Ma'am, a distinguished gentleman from Rome has arrived from your husband carrying letters.
roman guy from your hubby with letters
Change you, madam?
The worthy Leonatus is in safety,
And greets your Highness dearly.
You're surprised, madam? The worthy Leonatus is in good health, and sends his affectionate greetings to your Highness.
Startled, ma'am? Your husband Leonatus is doing well and he sends you his love.
don't be shocked leonatus is good sends his love
Thanks, good sir.
You’re kindly welcome.
Thank you, sir. You're very welcome.
Thank you. It's good to see you.
welcome thank you
[_Aside._] All of her that is out of door most rich!
If she be furnish’d with a mind so rare,
She is alone th’ Arabian bird, and I
Have lost the wager. Boldness be my friend!
Arm me, audacity, from head to foot!
Or, like the Parthian, I shall flying fight;
Rather, directly fly.
Everything visible about her is incredibly beautiful! If she also has a rare and excellent mind, she's one of a kind like the phoenix—unique—and I've lost my bet. I need courage! Give me boldness from head to toe! Otherwise I'll retreat while fighting like the Parthians do. Better to just run away.
Man, she's beautiful in every way! If her mind is as special as the rest of her, she's literally one of a kind and I've lost the bet. I need guts. Give me courage! Otherwise I'm going to fight while backing away like the Parthians. Actually, just run.
shes so beautiful if shes also smart she's one of a kind i lost the bet i need courage give me boldness or i'll fight while running just run
[_Reads._] _He is one of the noblest note, to whose kindnesses I am
most infinitely tied. Reflect upon him accordingly, as you value your
trust.
LEONATUS._
So far I read aloud;
But even the very middle of my heart
Is warm’d by th’ rest and takes it thankfully.
You are as welcome, worthy sir, as I
Have words to bid you; and shall find it so
In all that I can do.
I read that much aloud, but the rest of the letter warms my heart deeply, and I'm grateful for it. You're as welcome as I can express with words, and I'll show it through everything I do.
That's what I read out loud, but the rest of his letter just gets me right here. I'm thankful for it. You're as welcome as I know how to make someone, and I'll prove it in everything I do.
that's all i read out loud but the rest of his letter makes me so happy u r so welcome i'll show it in everything i do
Thanks, fairest lady.
What, are men mad? Hath nature given them eyes
To see this vaulted arch and the rich crop
Of sea and land, which can distinguish ’twixt
The fiery orbs above and the twinn’d stones
Upon the number’d beach, and can we not
Partition make with spectacles so precious
’Twixt fair and foul?
Thank you, most beautiful lady. What, are men insane? Has nature given them eyes to see this grand sky and the rich abundance of sea and land, which can distinguish between the bright stars above and the paired pebbles on the numbered beach, and can we not make a distinction with such precious sight between what is fair and what is foul?
Thanks, fairest of ladies. Seriously, are men crazy? Did nature give them eyes to see this vast sky and everything the sea and earth produce— all of it different from the stars above and stones on the shore— yet we can't use these same precious eyes to tell the difference between beautiful and ugly?
thx beautiful lady like how can men be so dumb we can see everything but can't tell good from bad??
What makes your admiration?
What's prompting your amazement?
What are you so amazed about?
what's got u so shocked?
It cannot be i’ th’ eye, for apes and monkeys,
’Twixt two such shes, would chatter this way and
Contemn with mows the other; nor i’ th’ judgement,
For idiots in this case of favour would
Be wisely definite; nor i’ th’ appetite;
Sluttery, to such neat excellence oppos’d,
Should make desire vomit emptiness,
Not so allur’d to feed.
It cannot be in the eye, because apes and monkeys between two such females would chatter the same way and disregard the other with grimaces; nor in judgment, because even idiots in matters of beauty would judge wisely; nor in appetite; roughness, set against such polished excellence, would make desire feel empty and sick, and not drawn to feed.
It can't be something we see with our eyes, because apes and monkeys would make the same noise between two such females and make faces at each other; not a matter of good judgment, because even fools would judge attractiveness correctly; and not a matter of hunger; something crude would make desire feel sick when faced with such pure beauty, not make it want to eat.
can't be sight monkeys would get it can't be smarts even fools know beauty can't be hunger crudeness kills desire
What is the matter, trow?
What do you mean, I wonder?
What are you talking about?
what do u mean?
The cloyed will—
That satiate yet unsatisfied desire, that tub
Both fill’d and running—ravening first the lamb,
Longs after for the garbage.
The overstuffed appetite— that satisfied yet unsatisfied craving, that overflowing cup Both filled and running over—after devouring the lamb, longs for garbage.
The appetite that's already satisfied but still hungry— that barrel that's full and still spilling over— After eating fine meat, it craves trash.
want that won't quit full but keeps wanting more ates the lamb now wants garbage
What, dear sir,
Thus raps you? Are you well?
What's happening, dear sir? Are you feeling well?
What's going on, good sir? Are you all right?
what's wrong are u ok??
Iachimo gets caught. His seduction attempt fails completely — Imogen spots it, calls for Pisanio, and tells him that if he had any honor he wouldn't have slandered her husband. His recovery is one of the most remarkable turns in the play: he instantly reframes everything as a 'test' of Imogen's virtue, conducted on Posthumus's behalf. This is breathtaking audacity. The same information he just used to try to seduce her — the claim that Posthumus is unfaithful — he now repurposes as proof of his own devotion: 'I was testing you, and you passed.' And Imogen believes him. Not because she's stupid. She's been right about everyone so far. She believes him because she wants to believe Posthumus is faithful, and Iachimo's pivot gives her exactly that.
Thanks, madam; well. Beseech you, sir,
Desire my man’s abode where I did leave him.
He’s strange and peevish.
I'm doing well, thank you. Please, sir, Arrange for my servant to come where I left him. He's being strange and difficult.
I'm fine, thank you. Please, sir, Could you have my man come where I left him? He's being odd and hard to handle.
i'm good thx hey can u send my guy here? he's being weird
I was going, sir,
To give him welcome.
I was just heading out, sir, to welcome him.
I was just going, sir, to greet him.
i was literally about to get him
Continues well my lord? His health beseech you?
Is my husband still in good health? Do you know? How is he?
How is my husband doing? Is he well?
is my hubby good? how's he doing?
Well, madam.
He's well.
He's doing fine.
he's good
Is he dispos’d to mirth? I hope he is.
Is he in good spirits? I hope he is.
Is he in a good mood? I hope so.
he happy? hope so
Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there
So merry and so gamesome. He is call’d
The Briton reveller.
Extremely cheerful; no stranger there Is more merry and playful. He's called The British reveler.
He's incredibly cheerful; there's no visitor who's happier or more fun. They call him the British partier.
super happy no one parties harder they call him the british party guy
When he was here
He did incline to sadness, and oft-times
Not knowing why.
When he was here he tended toward sadness, and often for no reason he could explain.
When he was home he was often sad, and most of the time he didn't know why.
when he was here he was kinda sad didn't know why
I never saw him sad.
There is a Frenchman his companion, one
An eminent monsieur that, it seems, much loves
A Gallian girl at home. He furnaces
The thick sighs from him; whiles the jolly Briton
(Your lord, I mean) laughs from’s free lungs, cries “O,
Can my sides hold, to think that man, who knows
By history, report, or his own proof,
What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose
But must be, will’s free hours languish for
Assured bondage?”
I never saw him sad. There is a Frenchman who's his companion, one a prominent gentleman who, it seems, loves very much a Gallic girl back home. He draws thick sighs from himself; meanwhile the jolly Briton (Your husband, I mean) laughs from his full lungs, cries "Oh, can my sides hold together, to think that a man who knows from history, report, or his own experience, what a woman is, yes, what she cannot help but be, will waste his free hours desiring Sure slavery?"
I never saw him sad. He has a French companion, a notable gentleman who seems very much in love with a French girl back home. He lets out long sighs; but meanwhile the cheerful Briton (your husband, that is) laughs with a free chest, shouting "Oh, will my ribs survive, thinking about a man who knows from reading, hearing, or from his own knowledge, what a woman must be—yes, what's inevitable about her— will he waste his spare time wanting certain bondage?"
never sad has this french guy with him french dude pines for his girl back home sighs all day but your hubby laughs like 'how dumb is that guy knowing what women are still wanting to be tied down'
Will my lord say so?
Will my husband really say that?
My husband actually talks like that?
he actually says that??
Ay, madam, with his eyes in flood with laughter.
It is a recreation to be by
And hear him mock the Frenchman. But heavens know
Some men are much to blame.
Yes, madam, his eyes streaming with laughter. It's entertaining to be there and hear him mock the Frenchman. But heaven knows some men are much to blame.
Yes, ma'am, laughing till tears stream down his face. It's fun to be there and hear him tease the Frenchman. But honestly some men really are worth blaming.
yeah he's cracking up it's fun watching him make fun of the french guy but some men deserve blame
Not he, I hope.
Not him, I hope.
Not my husband, I hope.
not him tho
Not he; but yet heaven’s bounty towards him might
Be us’d more thankfully. In himself, ’tis much;
In you, which I account his, beyond all talents.
Whilst I am bound to wonder, I am bound
To pity too.
Not him; but still heaven's gifts to him might be used with more gratitude. In himself, he has much; in you, whom I regard as his, beyond all treasures. While I am compelled to admire, I am compelled to feel pity too.
Not him; but he could still be more grateful for what heaven's given him. He has a lot of good qualities; in you, whom I see as his, he has something beyond price. As much as I admire him, I can't help feeling sorry too.
not him but he could be more thankful he's great but you—you're priceless honestly i pity him
What do you pity, sir?
What exactly is it that you're pitying, sir?
What are you feeling sorry for?
pity what?
Two creatures heartily.
Two people deeply.
Two people, sincerely.
two ppl fr fr
The trunk that Iachimo asks Imogen to keep in her bedroom is the play's most important piece of staging. Its meaning operates on two levels. Literally, it's a container that allows Iachimo physical access to her private space, hidden inside it as a stowaway. Figuratively, it's the play's central metaphor for violation by apparent consent: Imogen welcomes the trunk in willingly, because she trusts the story attached to it. She's not deceived by force; she's deceived by a manufactured context. The violation of her privacy — and the false evidence collected from it — happens because she acted with goodwill on false information. The trunk is a brilliant piece of construction: the same object that represents Iachimo's plan also represents Imogen's innocence.
Am I one, sir?
You look on me: what wreck discern you in me
Deserves your pity?
Am I one of them, sir? You're looking at me: what damage do you see in me that deserves your pity?
Am I one of those two? You're staring at me: what do you see wrong with me that makes you feel sorry for me?
me one of em? what's wrong with me that makes u sorry?
Lamentable! What,
To hide me from the radiant sun and solace
I’ th’ dungeon by a snuff?
Heartbreaking! What, to hide from the bright sun and rest in a dungeon lit by a candle stub?
It's tragic! What, to avoid the sunshine and sit in a dark room with just a flickering candle?
tragic! no sun just a dark room stuck inside
I pray you, sir,
Deliver with more openness your answers
To my demands. Why do you pity me?
I ask you, sir, Tell me more plainly what you mean in answer to my question. Why do you pity me?
Please, sir, answer me more clearly and directly to what I asked. Why do you feel sorry for me?
just tell me straight why u sorry for me
That others do,
I was about to say, enjoy your—But
It is an office of the gods to venge it,
Not mine to speak on’t.
That others enjoy, I was about to say, your... But it's a god's job to punish it, not mine to mention it.
What others get to enjoy— I was going to say what's yours. But it's up to the gods to make him pay for that, not for me to talk about it.
what others get that you don't but gods will handle it not me
You do seem to know
Something of me, or what concerns me; pray you,
Since doubting things go ill often hurts more
Than to be sure they do; for certainties
Either are past remedies, or, timely knowing,
The remedy then born—discover to me
What both you spur and stop.
You seem to know Something about me, or something that concerns me. Please, since not knowing and suspecting things often hurts more than knowing they're true; for certainties either already can't be fixed, or if you know in time, the fix comes into being then—tell me what both pushes you forward and holds you back.
It seems like you know something about me or something affecting me. Please, because wondering and worrying usually hurts worse than knowing the actual truth; when you know for sure, you either can't do anything about it, or you can fix it if you find out early enough—just tell me what you're both wanting to say and keeping quiet.
you know something about me right? please tell not knowing hurts more than the truth even bad truth you can fix it if u know
Had I this cheek
To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch,
Whose every touch, would force the feeler’s soul
To th’ oath of loyalty; this object, which
Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye,
Fixing it only here; should I, damn’d then,
Slaver with lips as common as the stairs
That mount the Capitol; join gripes with hands
Made hard with hourly falsehood (falsehood as
With labour): then by-peeping in an eye
Base and illustrious as the smoky light
That’s fed with stinking tallow: it were fit
That all the plagues of hell should at one time
Encounter such revolt.
If I had this face to kiss with my lips; this hand, whose touch, whose every touch, would make the person feeling it swear loyalty; this image, which captures the wild movement of my eye, fixing it only here; should I then, cursed, drool with lips as common as the steps that climb the Capitol; join grips with hands made hard by constant lying (lying as with effort): then secretly watching through an eye Base and lowly as the smoky light fed by stinking animal fat: it would be right that all the torments of hell should at once come down on such betrayal.
If I could have this face to put my lips on; this hand, and every touch of it would make someone's soul swear they'll be faithful; this appearance, which traps my eye's wild roaming, keeping it fixed right here; if I did that, then cursed, let me drool with lips as base as the steps that go up the Capitol; grip hands made rough from constant betrayal (betrayal as a job): then spying through an eye as low and ugly as the smoky light fed by stinking grease: it would be fitting if every punishment from hell hit at once for such a revolt.
if i got to kiss that face touch that hand that captures me and then i betrayed spied on that person lied constantly i'd deserve all the hell
My lord, I fear,
Has forgot Britain.
My husband, I'm afraid, has forgotten Britain.
I'm scared my husband has forgotten about Britain.
my hubby forgot britain??
And himself. Not I
Inclin’d to this intelligence pronounce
The beggary of his change; but ’tis your graces
That from my mutest conscience to my tongue
Charms this report out.
And himself. I'm not inclined toward this intelligence, but I'm stating how poor his change has become; still it's your grace that makes my quiet conscience speak and draw this report from my tongue.
And forgotten himself. I don't want to believe what I'm saying, but I'm telling you how badly he's changed; but it's your kindness that makes me open up and tell you this.
and himself i don't wanna say it but he changed bad your kindness makes me speak
Let me hear no more.
I don't want to hear anymore.
I can't listen to this anymore.
stop stop stop
O dearest soul, your cause doth strike my heart
With pity that doth make me sick! A lady
So fair, and fasten’d to an empery,
Would make the great’st king double, to be partner’d
With tomboys hir’d with that self exhibition
Which your own coffers yield! with diseas’d ventures
That play with all infirmities for gold
Which rottenness can lend nature! Such boil’d stuff
As well might poison poison! Be reveng’d;
Or she that bore you was no queen, and you
Recoil from your great stock.
Most beloved lady, your situation breaks my heart with pity that makes me sick! A woman so beautiful, and bound to an empire, would make even the mightiest king falter, to be married with street boys bought with the same money that comes from your own coffers! with diseased affairs that play with every weakness for money what rottenness can give nature! Such filthy stuff as could well poison poison itself! Take revenge; Or she who gave birth to you was no queen, and you reject your great heritage.
Most precious lady, your suffering breaks my heart and makes me feel sick with pity! A woman so gorgeous, married to an empire, would make the greatest king hesitate to share a bed with cheap rentboys paid with money from your own treasury! with diseased escapades that exploit every human weakness for cash— the worst filth nature has to offer! Such disgusting stuff it could poison poison itself! Get revenge; or your mother wasn't a queen and you should disown your royal blood.
you're so beautiful bound to an empire and he's with street boys paid for w your money diseased affairs get revenge or ur not royal
Reveng’d?
How should I be reveng’d? If this be true,
(As I have such a heart that both mine ears
Must not in haste abuse) if it be true,
How should I be reveng’d?
Revenge? How could I take revenge? If this is true, (and I have such a heart that both my ears must not hastily believe) if it is true, how could I take revenge?
Revenge? How am I supposed to get revenge? If this is true, (and I'm the kind of person who won't just believe what I hear) but if it really is true, how would I even take revenge?
revenge? how tho? if it's even true how do i even
Should he make me
Live like Diana’s priest betwixt cold sheets,
Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps,
In your despite, upon your purse? Revenge it.
I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure,
More noble than that runagate to your bed,
And will continue fast to your affection,
Still close as sure.
Should he make me live like a vestal virgin between cold sheets, while he's jumping on different women, to spite you, using your money? Get revenge. I dedicate myself to your pleasure, more noble than that runaway to your bed, and I will stay true to your affection, still close and steady.
Should he make me live like a nun in a cold bed, while he's sleeping with anyone and everyone to insult you, with your own money? Take revenge. I'm offering myself to you instead, more worthy than that traitor in your marriage, and I'll stay loyal to you, always here and faithful.
he keeps u in cold bed while he's with other girls your money take revenge on him i'm here for u more worthy than him
What ho, Pisanio!
Pisanio!
Pisanio!
pisanio!
Let me my service tender on your lips.
Let me show my devotion by kissing your lips.
Let me prove my feelings by kissing your lips.
let me kiss you
Away! I do condemn mine ears that have
So long attended thee. If thou wert honourable,
Thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue, not
For such an end thou seek’st, as base as strange.
Thou wrong’st a gentleman who is as far
From thy report as thou from honour; and
Solicits here a lady that disdains
Thee and the devil alike. What ho, Pisanio!
The King my father shall be made acquainted
Of thy assault. If he shall think it fit
A saucy stranger in his court to mart
As in a Romish stew, and to expound
His beastly mind to us, he hath a court
He little cares for, and a daughter who
He not respects at all. What ho, Pisanio!
Away! I despise my own ears for listening to you this long. If you were honorable, you'd tell this story for virtue's sake, not for this vile goal you're chasing. You're wrongly attacking a man as far from your accusation as you are from honor. And you're proposing yourself to a lady who despises you as much as the devil itself. My father will hear of this assault. If he thinks it acceptable for an impudent foreigner to prostitute himself in his court and force his disgusting intentions on us, then he must not care for his court, and he clearly doesn't respect his own daughter at all.
Get away from me! I hate that I listened to you for so long. If you were decent, you'd be honest for the sake of being good, not for this twisted goal. You're slandering a man who's nothing like what you say, while you're sitting here with no honor at all. And you're hitting on me—someone who despises you as much as I despise evil. I'm going to tell my father. If he thinks it's fine for some rude foreigner to seduce people in his own court and push his filthy ideas on us, then he clearly doesn't care about his court or about his own daughter.
away i hate listening to you you slander him i despise you my father will know if the king lets this happen he doesn't respect me or his court
Imogen is the sharpest reader of character in the play. She sees through the Queen immediately. She identifies Iachimo's seduction attempt before it fully lands. She refuses to be moved by Cloten's persistence. And yet she accepts Iachimo's apology entirely — she says 'You make amends' and extends him the full hospitality of the court. The pattern here is not stupidity; it's the specific shape of Imogen's intelligence. She is brilliant at reading malice but trusting toward apparent remorse. This is not a flaw so much as a texture of character. The person who would call everyone's bluff, never forgive, never extend trust — that person would be unsympathetic. Imogen's openness to the apology is the same quality that makes her worth loving. Shakespeare gives her the kind of clarity that has a blind spot, and puts the blind spot exactly where it will hurt most.
O happy Leonatus! I may say
The credit that thy lady hath of thee
Deserves thy trust, and thy most perfect goodness
Her assur’d credit. Blessed live you long,
A lady to the worthiest sir that ever
Country call’d his! and you his mistress, only
For the most worthiest fit! Give me your pardon.
I have spoke this to know if your affiance
Were deeply rooted, and shall make your lord
That which he is new o’er; and he is one
The truest manner’d, such a holy witch
That he enchants societies into him,
Half all men’s hearts are his.
O blessed Leonatus! I can say the credit your lady has in you deserves your trust, and your perfect goodness deserves her assured faith. Blessed may you live long, a lady married to the worthiest man that any country ever claimed for its own! and you his partner, only for the most worthy reason! Forgive me. I have asked this to learn whether your faith was deep-rooted, and it will make your husband stronger than he is now; and he is one with such true manners, such a sacred power that he charms whole groups into devotion to him, half of all hearts are his.
O fortunate Leonatus! I can honestly say the faith your wife has in you deserves your trust, and your complete goodness deserves her certain belief in you. May you live blessed for years, you who married the most deserving man any country could call its own! and you his wife, only for the most worthy of reasons! Forgive me. I had to test whether your loyalty was truly rooted, and it will make your husband even better than he already is; and he's the kind of man with such honest character, such magic in him that he wins whole groups over to his side, he owns half the hearts around him.
wow leonatus so lucky your wife believes in u deserves it u two deserve each other forgiving me testing u he's such a good guy everyone loves him
You make amends.
You're making up for it.
You've made it right.
ok ur cool
He sits ’mongst men like a descended god:
He hath a kind of honour sets him off
More than a mortal seeming. Be not angry,
Most mighty Princess, that I have adventur’d
To try your taking of a false report, which hath
Honour’d with confirmation your great judgement
In the election of a sir so rare,
Which you know cannot err. The love I bear him
Made me to fan you thus; but the gods made you,
Unlike all others, chaffless. Pray your pardon.
He stands among men like a god come down: he has a quality of honor that makes him stand out more than a mere mortal appearance. Don't be angry, most powerful Princess, that I have dared to test your reaction to a false report, which has confirmed your excellent judgment in choosing such a rare man, which you know cannot be wrong. The love I feel for him made me do this to you; but the gods made you, unlike all others, resistant to deception. I beg your pardon.
He moves among men like a descended god: he has a quality of dignity that makes him stand out more than any ordinary person. Don't be upset, most mighty Princess, that I dared to test your response to a false story, which actually shows how excellent your judgment is in picking such an unusual man, which you know cannot be mistaken. My love for him is why I did this to you; but the gods made you, unlike everyone else, unable to be fooled. Please forgive me.
he's like a god stands out from everyone sorry i tested u it just proves u got great taste gods made u different can't fool u
All’s well, sir; take my pow’r i’ th’ court for yours.
All is well, sir; use my power in the court as your own.
Everything's fine, sir; consider my influence at court yours to use.
all good use my power in court it's urs
My humble thanks. I had almost forgot
T’ entreat your Grace but in a small request,
And yet of moment too, for it concerns
Your lord; myself and other noble friends
Are partners in the business.
Thank you humbly. I almost forgot to ask your Grace one small request, though it matters, for it involves your husband; myself and other noble friends are partners in the business.
Thank you very much. I nearly forgot to ask you for one small favor, which is important, because it concerns your husband; I and some other noble friends are all in on it together.
thx almost forgot small favor big deal tho about your hubby me & friends r in it
Pray what is’t?
What is it?
What do you need?
what
Some dozen Romans of us, and your lord
(The best feather of our wing) have mingled sums
To buy a present for the Emperor;
Which I, the factor for the rest, have done
In France. ’Tis plate of rare device, and jewels
Of rich and exquisite form, their values great;
And I am something curious, being strange,
To have them in safe stowage. May it please you
To take them in protection?
A dozen Romans of us and your husband (the best among us) have pooled our money to buy a gift for the Emperor; which I, acting as the broker for the rest, have arranged in France. It's metalwork of rare design, and jewels of rich and beautiful form, their worth is considerable; and I am somewhat careful, being unfamiliar here, to have them in secure storage. Would it please you to keep them under your protection?
About a dozen of us Romans and your husband (the finest of us) have put together money to buy a present for the Emperor; which I, handling the arrangements for everyone else, have bought in France. It's fine metalwork and jewels of beautiful and valuable design, worth quite a lot; and since I'm a stranger here, I'm worried about keeping them safe. Would you be willing to protect them for me?
dozen romans including hubby pooled money gift for emperor fine metalwork and jewels worth a lot can u keep em safe?
Willingly;
And pawn mine honour for their safety. Since
My lord hath interest in them, I will keep them
In my bedchamber.
Gladly; and I pledge my honor for their safety. Since my husband has an interest in them, I will keep them in my bedroom.
Of course; and I stake my reputation on their safety. Since my husband cares about them, I'll keep them in my bedroom.
yes i guarantee their safety my hubby cares so i'll keep them in my room
They are in a trunk,
Attended by my men. I will make bold
To send them to you only for this night;
I must aboard tomorrow.
They're in a trunk, attended by my men. I will take the liberty to send them to you only for tonight; I must leave on my ship tomorrow.
They're packed in a trunk, with my men watching them. I'll go ahead and have them sent to you for just tonight; I have to sail away tomorrow.
they're in a trunk with my guys sending tonight only leavin tomorrow
O, no, no.
Oh, no, no.
Oh, no, don't do that.
no way no
Yes, I beseech; or I shall short my word
By length’ning my return. From Gallia
I cross’d the seas on purpose and on promise
To see your Grace.
Yes, I ask you; otherwise I'll break my word by delaying my return. From Gallia I crossed the sea on purpose and with a promise to see your Grace.
Yes, please; otherwise I won't keep my word by putting off leaving. I came all the way from Gallia specifically and with a promise to see you.
yeah please or i break my word came all the way from france just to see u
I thank you for your pains.
But not away tomorrow!
I thank you for your trouble. But please don't leave tomorrow!
I appreciate you coming all this way. But you don't have to go tomorrow!
thx for coming but don't go tmrw
O, I must, madam.
Therefore I shall beseech you, if you please
To greet your lord with writing, do’t tonight.
I have outstood my time, which is material
To th’ tender of our present.
Oh, I must, madam. So I will ask you, if you're willing, to greet your husband in writing tonight. I have already stayed longer than I meant to, which is important for delivering our gift.
Oh, I have to, ma'am. So I'm asking you, if you would, to write to your husband tonight. I've already stayed longer than planned, which matters for when we need to give the gift.
gotta go ma'am write your hubby tonight stayed too long need to deliver gift
I will write.
Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept
And truly yielded you. You’re very welcome.
I will write. Send your trunk to me; it will be kept safe and truly returned to you. You're most welcome.
I'll write to him. Send your trunk here; I'll keep it safe and give it back to you. You're very welcome.
i'll write send the trunk i got it safe return urs
The Reckoning
This is Iachimo's audition — he tries his primary method (verbal seduction through manufactured jealousy) and it fails completely. Imogen is too clear-eyed. He recovers brilliantly, pivoting to the flattering lie that he was 'testing' her on Posthumus's behalf. What makes the scene terrifying is not that Imogen is deceived by the seduction — she isn't — but that she's deceived by the apology. The trunk she welcomes into her bedroom is the wooden horse of the piece.
If this happened today…
A charming Italian consultant arrives at the office bearing a message from your husband in Rome. He's barely through the door before he's implying your husband has been seeing someone there. You clock it immediately and tell him to get out. He then says, 'Oh, I was actually testing you on your husband's behalf — he asked me to check you were faithful.' You believe him — because why wouldn't you? He seems ashamed. He asks if you can keep some valuable art in your office overnight since he's traveling on. You say yes. Big mistake.