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All sworn and honourable :--They induc'd to steal it!
Sir, be patient :
Never talk on't;
Ay, and it doth confirm
Will you hear more? Post. Spare your arithmetick: never count the
turns; Once, and a million! Iach.
I'll be sworn, Post.
No swearing If you will swear
have not done't, you lie ; And I will kill thee, if thou dost deny Thou hast made me cuckold.
4 The badge; the token,
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
With all my heart,
Another Room in the same.
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; some coiner with his tools Made me a counterfeit : Yet my mother seem'd The Dian of that time : so doth
wife The nonpareil of this.-0 vengeance, vengeance! Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain’d, And pray'd me, oft, forbearance : did it with A pudencys 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 Iachimo, in an hour,—was't not?
Or less, -at first: Perchance he spoke not; but,
Britain. A Room of State in
Enter CYMBELINE, Queen, Cuotes, and Lords, at
one Door; and at another, Caius LUCIUS, and Attendants. Cym. Now say, what would Augustus Cæsar with
Luc. When Julius Cæsar (whose remembrance yet
Lives in men's eyes; and will to ears, and tongues,
And, to kill the marvel,
There be many Cæsars,
quest 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
surges, crack'd As easily 'gainst our rocks : for joy whereof,
The fam'd Cassibelan, who was once at point
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, none.
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 band.-Why tribute? why should we pay tribute ? If Cæsar can hide the sun 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 from us, we were free : Cæsar's ambi
(Which swell’d so much, that it did almost stretch