Render to me fome corporal fign about her Iach. By Jupiter, I had it from her arm. Poft. Hark you, he fwears; by Jupiter he fwears. 'Tis true-nay, keep the ring-'tis true; I'm fure She could not lofe it; her attendants are All honourable; they induc'd to steal it! Is this: fh'hath bought the name of whore thus dearly. Phil. Sir, be patient; This is not strong enough to be believ'd, Poft. Never talk on't; She hath been colted by him. For further fatisfying; under her breast, To feed again, though full. You do remember Poft. Aye, and it doth confirm Another ftain, as big as hell can hold, Were there no more but it.. Iach. Will you hear more? Poft. Spare your arithmetick. Once, and a million. Iach. I'll be fworn Poft. No fwearing: Count not the turns : If you will fwear you have not done't, you lie. And I will kill thee if thou doft deny Thou'ft made me cuckold. Iach. I'll deny nothing. Poft. O that I had her here, to tear her limb-meal! I will go there and do't i'th' Court, before Her Phil. Quite befides The government of patience! you have won ; Iach. With all my heart. [Exit. [Exeunt. SCENE VII. Enter Pofthumus. Poft. Is there no way for men to be, but women Oh vengeance, vengeance! And pray'd me oft forbearance; did it with A pudency fo rofie, the sweet view on't Might well have warm'd old Saturn-that I thought her All faults that may be nam'd, nay, that hell knows, 5 But Why, Why, hers, in part, or all; but rather all-for even to vice [Exit. ACT III. SCENE I CYMBELINE's Palace. Enter in State, Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, and Lords at one door; and at another, Caius Lucius and Attendants. CYMBELINE. Now fay, what OW fay, what would Auguftus Cæfar with us? Luc. When Julius Cæfar, (whofe remembrance Lives in mens eyes, and will to ears and tongues [yet Be theme, and hearing ever) was in Britain, And conquer'd it, Caffibelán thine uncle (Famous in Cefar's praises, no whit less Than in his feats deferving it) for him And his fucceffion, granted Rome a tribute, Yearly three thousand pounds; which by thee lately Is left untender'd. Queen. And, to kill the marvel, Shall be fo ever. Clot. There be many Cæfars, Ere fuch another Julius: Britain is A world it felf, and we will nothing pay For wearing our own noses. Queen. That opportunity Which then they had to take from's, to refume We We have again. Remember, Sir my Liege, Clot. Come, there's no more tribute to be paid. Our kingdom is ftronger than it was at that time; and, as I faid, there is no more fuch Cæfars; other of them may have crook'd nofes, but to 7 'owe` fuch ftrait arms, none. Cym. Son, let your mother end. Clot. We have yet many among us can gripe as hard as Caffibelan; I do not fay I am one; but I have a hand. Why tribute? Why should we pay tribute? if Cæfar can hide the fun from us with a blanket, or put the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute for light; else, Sir, no more tribute, pray you now. Cym. You must know, 'Till the injurious Romans did extort This tribute, we were free. Cafar's ambition, Which fwell'd fo much that it did almoft ftretch The fides o'th' world, againft all colour here Did put the yoke upon's; which to shake off Becomes a warlike people, 9 'fuch as we` 6 oaks... old edit. Warb. emend. 8 This tribute from us 7 own 9 which we Reckon Reckon our felves to be. Say then to Cæfar, Ordain'd our laws whofe ufe the fword of Cæfar Luc. I'm forry, Cymbeline, That I am to pronounce Auguftus Cæfar Receive it from me then. War and confufion In Cafar's name pronounce I 'gainst thee: look Cym. Thou'rt welcome, Caius ; Thy Cafar knighted me; my youth I spent Luc. Let proof speak. Clot. His Majefty bids you welcome. Make paftime with us a day or two, or longer: if you feek us afterwards on other terms, you fhall find us in our falt-water girdle: if you beat us out of it, it is yours: if you fall in the adventure, our crows fhall fare the better for you; and there's an end. Luc. So, Sir. Cym. I know your mafter's pleasure, and he mine: All the remain is, welcome. 1 he to feek [Exeunt. SCENE |