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Post. Hark you, he swears; by Jupiter he swears.
'Tis true ;-nay, keep the ring-—'tis true: I am sure,
She would not lose it: her attendants are
All sworn, and honourable :--They induc'd to steal it !
And by a stranger?-No; he hath enjoy’d her:
The cognizance of her incontinency
Is this—she hath bought the name of whore thus

There, take thy hire; and all the fiends of hell
Divide themselves between you!

Sir, be patient:
This is not strong enough to be believ'd
Of one persuaded well of

Never talk on 't:
She hath been colted by him.


For further satisfying, under her breast
(Worthy the pressing) lies a mole, right proud
Of that most delicate lodging: By my life,
I kiss'd it; and it gave me present hunger
To feed again, though full. You do remember
This stain upon her?

Ay, and it doth confirm
Another stain, as big as hell can hold,
Were there no more but it.


hear more?
Post. Spare your arithmetick: never count the turns;
Once, and a million!

I'll be sworn,

No swearing
If you will swear, you have not done't, you lie ;
And I will kill thee, if thou dost deny
Thou hast made me cuckold.

I will deny nothing.. Post. O, that I had her here, to tear her limb-meal! I will go there, and do 't; i' the court; before Her father: I'll do something

[Exit. Phi.

Quite besides The government of patience !-- You have won : Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath

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He hath against himself.


With all my heart. [Exeunt.


The same. Another Room in the same,

Enter PostHUMUS. Post. Is there no way for men to be, but women Must be half-workers? We are bastards all; And that most venerable man, which I Did call my father, was I know not where When I was stamp'd ; sone coiner with his tools Made me a counterfeit: Yet my mother seem'd The Dian of that time: so doth my wife The nonpareil of this.- vengeance, vengeance ! Me of my lwful pleasure she restrain'd, And pray'd me, ost, forbearance: did it with A pudency so rosy, the sweet view on 't Might well have warm’d old Saturn; that I thought her As chaste as unsunn'd snow :-0, all the devils This yellow Tachimo, in an hours-was 't not?Or less,-at first: Perchance he spoke not; but, Like a full-acorn'd boar, a German one, Cry’d, oh! and mounted : found no opposition But what he look'd for should oppose, 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 it lying, note it, The woman's; flattering, hers; deceiving, hers; Lust and rank thoughts, hers, hers; revenges, hers; Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain, Nice longings, slanders, mutability, All faults that may be nam’d, nay, that hell knows, Why, hers, in part, or all; but, rather, all: For ev’n to vice They are not constant, but are changing still One vice, but of a minute old, for one Not half so old as that. I 'll write against them, Detest them, curse themi-Yet 'tis greater skill


In a true hate, to pray they have their will:
The very devils cannot plague them better.




Britain. A Room of State in Cymbeline's Palace.' Enter CYMBELINE, Queen, CLOTEN, and Lords, at one Door; and at another, Caius LUCIUS, and Attendants.

Cym. Now say, what would Augustus Cæsar with us?
Luc. When Julius Cæsar (whose remembrance yet
Lives in men's eyes; and will to ears, and tongues,
Be theme, and hearing ever,) was in this Britain,
And conquer'd it, Cassibelan, thine uncle,
(Famous in Cæsar's praises, no whit- less
Than in his feats deserving it,) for him,
And his succession, granted Rome a tribute,
Yearly three thousand pounds; which by thee lately
Is left untender'd.

And, to kill the marvel,
Shall be so ever.

There be many Cæsars,
Ere such another Julius. Britain is
A world by itself; and we will nothing pay,
For wearing our own noses.

That opportunity,
Which then they had to take from us, to resume
We have again.-Remember, sir, my liege,
The kings your ancestors; together with
The natural bravery of your isle; which stands
As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in
With rocks unscaleable, and roaring waters;
With sands, that will not bear your enemies' boats,
But suck them up to the top-mast. A kind of conquest
Cæsar made here; but made not here his brag
Of, came, and saw, and overcame: with shame
(The first that ever touch'd him) he was carried
From off our coast, twice beaten; and his shipping,
(Poor ignorant baubles!) on our terrible seas,

Like egg-shells mov’d upon their surges, crack'd
As easily ’gainst our rocks: For joy whereof,
The fam'd Cassibelan, who was once at point
(0, giglot fortune!) to master Cæsar's sword,
Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright,
And Briton's strut with courage.

Clo. Come, there's no more tribute to be paid: Our kingdom is stronger than it was at that time; and, as I said, there is no more such Cæsars: other of them may have crooked noses; but, to owe such straight arms,


Cym. Son, let your mother end.

Clo. We have yet many among us can gripe as hard as Cassibelan: I do not say, I am one; but I have a hand.- Why tribute? why should we pay tribute? If Cæsar can hide the sun froin 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 from us, we were free: Cæsar's ambition, (Which swell’d so much, that it did almost stretch The sides o’the world,) agaiost all colour, here Did put the yoke upon us; which to shake off, Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon Ourselves to be. We do say then to Cæsar, Our ancestor was that Mulmutius, which Ordain'd our laws; (whose use the sword of Cæsar Hath too much mangled; whose repair, and franchisez, Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed, Though Rome be therefore angry;) Mulmutius, Who was the first of Britain, which did put His brows within a golden crown, and callid. Himself a king. Luc.

I am sorry, Cymbeline, That I am to pronounce Augustus Cæsar (Cæsar, that hath more kings his servants, than Thyself domestick officers,) thine enemy: Receive it from me, then :-War, and confusion m Caçsaris, name pronounce I'gainst thee: laoke.

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For fury not to be resisted :-Thus defy'd,
I thank thee for myself.

Thou art welcome, Caius,
Thy Cæsar knighted me; my youth I spent
Much under him; of him I gather'd honour;

Which he, to seek of me again, perforce,
Behoves me keep at utterance; I am perfect,
That the Pannonians and Dalmatians, for
Their liberties, are now in arms: a precedent
Which, not to read, would show the Britons cold:
So Cæsar shall not find them.

Let proof speak. Clo. His majesty bids you welcome. Make pastime with us a day, or two, or longer: If you seek us afterwards in other terms, you shall find us in our salt-water girdle: if you beat us out of it, it is yours; if you fall in the adventure, our crows shall fare the better for you; and there's an end.

Luc. So, sir.

Cym, I know your master's pleasure, and he mine; All the remain is, welcome.



Another Room in the same.

Enter PISANIO. Pis. How! of adultery? Wherefore write you not What monster 's her accuser?

-Leonatus !
O, master! what a strange

Is fallen into thy ear? What false Italian
(As poisonous tongu'd, as handed,) hath prevailid
On thy too ready hearing? --Disloyal? No:
She's punish'd for her truth; and undergoes,
More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults
As would take in some virtue.-(, my m: ster!
Thy mind to her is now as low, as were
Thy fortunes.-How! that I should murder her?
Upon the love, and truth, and vows, which I
Have made to thy command?-I, her?-her blood ?
If it be so to do good service, never

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