Where there's another man: the vows of women Phi. Who knows if one o' her women, being corrupted, Post. Very true; And so, I hope, he came by't.- Back my ring: Post. Hark you, he swears; by Jupiter he swears. 'Tis true,- nay, keep the ring, 'tis true: I'm sure She would not lose it: her attendants are All sworn and honorable :- they induc'd to steal it! The cognizance of her incontinency Is this, she hath bought the name of whore thus dearly.→ Phi. This is not strong enough to be believ'd Of one persuaded well of. Post. Sir, be patient: Never talk on't; If you seek She hath been colted by him. Iach. For further satisfying, under her breast- I kiss'd it; and it gave me present hunger Post. Another stain, as big as hell can hold, Iach. Ay, and it doth confirm Will you hear me more? Post. Spare your arithmetic : never count the turns; Once, and a million! Post. No swearing. If you will swear you have not done't, you lie; Thou'st made me cuckold. Iach. I'll 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 - - Phi. Iach. With all my heart. [Exit. [Exeunt. SCENE V. The same. Another room in the same. Enter POSTHUMUS. Post. Is there no way for men to be, but women Did call my father, was I know not where When I was stamp'd; some coiner with his tools The nonpareil of this.- O, vengeance, vengeance!- And pray'd me oft forbearance; did it with Might well have warm'd old Saturn; that I thought her Nice longing, slanders, mutability, All faults that may be nam'd, nay, that hell knows, For even to vice They are not constant, but are changing still Not half so old as that. I'll write against them, ACT III. [Exit SCENE I. Britain. A room of state in CYMBELINE'S palace. Enter from one side, CYMBELINE, Queen, CLOTEN, and Lords; from the other, CAIUS LUCIUS and Attendants. Cym. Now say, what would Augustus Cæsar with us? Than in his feats deserving it,- for him Queen. Shall be so ever. Clo. And, to kill the marvel, There be many Cæsars, Ere such another Julius. Britain is A world by itself; and we will nothing pay Queen. With sands that will not bear your enemies' boate A kind of conquest But suck them up to the topmast. 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's, we were free: Cæsar's ambition,Which swell'd so much, that it did almost stretch The sides o' the world,-- against all color, here Did put the yoke upon's; which to shake off Say, then, to Cæsar, Our ancestor was that Mulmutius which Ordain'd our laws, whose use the sword of Cæsar our laws, Mulmutius made Who was the first of Britain which did put That I am to pronounce Augustus Cæsar - Receive it from me, then :- -war and confusion Cym. Luc. 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. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. Another room in the same. Enter PISANIO, with a letter. Pis. How! of adultery? Wherefore write you not What monster's her accuser? Leonatus! O master! what a strange infection Is fall'n into thy ear! What false Italian, |