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All sworn and honourable :-They induc'd to steal it!
And by a stranger ?-No, he hath enjoy'd her:
The cognizance 4 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! Iach.

I'U 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

[Exit. Phi.

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

With all




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; 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. 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: -O, all the devils !This yellow Iachimo, in an hour,—was't not?

5 Modesty.


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;
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 them :-Yet 'tis greater skill
In a true hate, to pray they have their will :
The very devils cannot plague them better. [Exit.




Britain. A Room of State in
Cymbeline's Palace.

Enter CYMBELINE, Queen, Cuotes, 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, thinè uncle,
(Famous in Caesar'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 con-

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 their surges, crack'd As easily 'gainst our rocks : for joy whereof,



The fam'd Cassibelan, who was once at point
(0, gigloto fortune!) to master Cæsar's sword,
Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright,
And Britons 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, 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 hand.- 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.

tion, (Which swell’d so much, that it did almost stretch The sides o'the world,) against 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, Qur ancestor was that Mulmutius, which Ordain'd our laws; (whose use the sword of Cæsar Hath too much mangled; whose repair, and franchise, Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed, Though Rome be therefore angry;) Mulmutius,

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