1    I am near to the place where they should meet, if
2    Pisanio have mapped it truly. How fit his garments
3    serve me! Why should his mistress, who was made by
4    him that made the tailor, not be fit too? the
5    rather--saving reverence of the word--for 'tis said
6    a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I must
7    play the workman. I dare speak it to myself--for it
8    is not vain-glory for a man and his glass to confer
9    in his own chamber--I mean, the lines of my body are
10   as well drawn as his; no less young, more strong,
11   not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the
12   advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike
13   conversant in general services, and more remarkable
14   in single oppositions: yet this imperceiverant
15   thing loves him in my despite. What mortality is!
16   Posthumus, thy head, which now is growing upon thy
17   shoulders, shall within this hour be off; thy
18   mistress enforced; thy garments cut to pieces before
19   thy face: and all this done, spurn her home to her
20   father; who may haply be a little angry for my so
21   rough usage; but my mother, having power of his
22   testiness, shall turn all into my commendations. My
23   horse is tied up safe: out, sword, and to a sore
24   purpose! Fortune, put them into my hand! This is
25   the very description of their meeting-place; and
26   the fellow dares not deceive me.