For further fatisfying, under her breast,

3 Worthy the preffing, lies a mole, right proud
Of that most delicate lodging. By my life,
I kift it; and it gave me prefent hunger

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

Poft. Ay, and it doth confirm

Another stain, as big as hell can hold,
Were there no more but it.

Iach. Will you hear more?

Poft. Spare your arithmetick.

Count not the turns: once, and a million!

Tach. I'll be fworn

Poft. No fwearing:

If you will fwear you have not done 't, you lye.
And I will kill thee, if thou doft deny

Thou'ft made me cuckold.

Iach. Ill 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 father I'll do fomething-

Phil. Quite befides

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

Jach. With all my heart.

[Exit.

SCENE

[Exeunt.

VII.

Re-enter Pofthumus.

Poft. Is there no way for men to be, but women Must be half-workers? we are baftards all;

3 Worthy the preffing,-] Thus folio reads,

the modern editions, The old

Worthy her preffings

And

And that most venerable man, which I
Did call my father, was I know not where,

When I was stampt. 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-Oh vengeance, vengeance!
Me of my lawful pleasure she reftrain'd,
And pray'd me, oft, forbearance; did it with
A pudency fo rofy, the fweet 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 first? Perchance, he spoke not, but
Like a full-acorn'd Boar, a German one,
Cry'd, oh! and mounted; found no oppofition
But what he look'd for fhould 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't lying, note it,
The woman's; flattering, hers; deceiving, hers;
Luft, and rank thoughts, hers, hers; revenges, hers;
Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, difdain,
Nice longings, flanders, mutability:

All faults that may be nam'd, nay, that hell knows,
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, curfe them yet 'tis greater fkill,

In a true hate, to pray, they have their Will;

The very Devils cannot plague them better. [Exit.

ACT III. SCENE I I.

Cymbeline's Palace.

Enter, in State, Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, and Lords at one door; and at another Caius Lucius and attendants.

CYMBELINE.

us?

WOW fay, what would Auguftus Cæfar with us.
Luc. When Julius Cæfar, whofe 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, Caffibelan, thine uncle,
Famous in Cafar'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 by 't 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 have again. Remember, Sir, my Liege,
The Kings your ancestors: together with
The nat❜ral Brav'ry of your ille; which stands,
As Neptune's Park, ribbed and paled in

* With rocks unscalable, and roaring waters;

4 With rocks unscalable,This reading is Hanmer's. The

] old editions have,
With oaks unscalable,

With Sands, that will not bear your enemies? boats, But fuck them up to th' top-mast. A kind of Con

quest

Cafar 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 Caffibelan, who was once at point,
Oh, giglet fortune! to master Cæfar's sword,
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 Cafars; other of them may have crook'd noses, but, to own such strait

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 Cafar can hide the Sun from us with a blanket, or put the Moon in his pocket, we will pay him Tribute for light; elfe, Sir, no more Tribute, pray you now.

Cym. You must know,

'Till the injurious Roman did extort

This tribute from us, we were free. Cafar's ambition,

Which fwell'd fo much, that it did almost stretch
The fides o' th' world, * against all colour, here
Did put the yoke upon's; which to shake off,

5 Poor ignorant baubles,] Ighorant, for of no use. WARB. Rather unacquainted with the

nature of our boisterous feas. against all colour,-] Without any pretence of right. Becomes

Becomes a warlike people, which we reckon
Ourselves to be. We do. Say then to Cafar,
Our ancestor was that Mulmutius, which
Ordain'd our Laws, whofe ufe the fword of Cafar
Hath too much mangled; whose repair and franchise
Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed,
Though Rome be therefore angry: Mulmutius made
our laws,

Who was the firft 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
Thyfelf domestick 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 myself.

Cym. Thou 'rt welcome, Caius ;

Thy Cafar 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.

7 I am 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.