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Render to me fome corporal fign about her
More evident than this; for this was ftole.

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!
And by a stranger!no, he hath enjoy'd her.
The cognizance of her incontinency

Is this: fh'hath bought the name of whore thus dearly.
There, take thy hire, and all the fiends of hell
Divide themselves between you!

Phil. Sir, be patient;

This is not strong enough to be believ'd,
Of one perfwaded well of

Poft. Never talk on't;

She hath been colted by him.
Iach. If you feek

For further fatisfying; under her breast,
Worthy the preffing, lyes a mole, right proud
Of that most delicate lodging. By my life,
I kist it, and it gave me prefent hunger

To feed again, though full. You do remember
This ftain upon her?

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

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Phil. Quite befides

The government of patience! you have won ;
Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath
He hath against himself.

Iach. With all my heart.

[Exit.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VII.

Enter Pofthumus.

Poft. Is there no way for men to be, but women
Must be half-workers? we are baftards all,
And that most venerable man which I
Did call my father, was I know not where,
When I was ftampt. Some coyner with his tools
Made me a counterfeit; yet my mother feem'd
The Dian of that time; fo doth my wife
The non-pareil of this
Me of my lawful pleasure she reftrain'd,

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
As chafte, as unfunn'd fnow. Oh, all the devils!
This yellow Iachimo in an hour-was't not?-
Or lefs; at firft? perchance he spoke not, but
Like a full-acorn'd boar, a German one,
Cry'd oh! and mounted; found no oppofition
s/From what he look'd for fhould oppofe, and she
Should from encounter guard. Could I find out
The woman's part in me--for there's no motion
That tends to vice in man, but I affirm
It is the woman's part; be't lying, note it,
The woman's; flattering, hers; deceiving, hers;
Luft, and rank thoughts, hers, hers; revenges, hers;
Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain,
Nice longings, flanders, mutability:

All faults that may be nam'd, nay, that hell knows,

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Why, hers, in part, or all; but rather all-for even to vice
They are not conftant, but are changing still
One vice, but of a minute old, for one
Not half fo old as that. I'll write against them,
Deteft them, curse them yet 'tis greater skill
In a true hate, to pray they have their will;
The very devils cannot plague them better.

[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,
The Kings your ancestors; together with
The natʼral brav'ry of your ifle, which stands
As Neptune's park ribbed and paled in
With rocks unfcaleable, and roaring waters,
With fand that will not bear your enemies boats,
But fuck them up to th' top-maft. A kind of conquest
Cefar made here, but made not here his brag
Of, came, and faw, and overcame: With fhame,
(The first that ever touch'd him) he was carried
From off our coaft, twice beaten ; and his shipping,
(Poor ignorant baubles,) on our terrible feas,
Like egg-fhells mov'd upon their furges, crack'd
As eafily 'gainft our rocks. For joy whereof,
The fam'd Caibelan, who was once at point
(Oh giglet fortune!) to mafter Cæfar's fword,
Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright,
And Britons ftrut with courage.

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,
Our ancestor was that Mulmutius, who

Ordain'd our laws whofe ufe the fword of Cæfar
Hath too much mangled; whofe repair and franchife
Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed,
Though Rome be therefore angry: That Mulmutius,
Who was the first of Britain, which did put
His brows within a golden crown, and call'd
Himself a King.

Luc. I'm forry, Cymbeline,

That I am to pronounce Auguftus Cæfar
(Cæfar that hath more Kings his fervants, than
Thy felf domeftick officers) thine enemy.

Receive it from me then.

War and confufion

In Cafar's name pronounce I 'gainst thee: look
For fury, not to be refifted. Thus defy'd,
I thank thee for my self.

Cym. Thou'rt welcome, Caius ;

Thy Cafar knighted me; my youth I spent
Much under him: of him I gather'd honour,
Which as he feeks of me again perforce,
Behooves me keep't at utt'rance. Lam perfect,
That the Pannonians and Dalmatians, for
Their liberties, are now in arms: a precedent
Which not to read, would fhew the Britons cold:
So Cæfar fhall not find them.

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

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