Was as another nature, dumb, out-went her,
Motion and breath left out.

Post. This is a thing,

Which you might from relation likewise reap;
Being, as it is, much spoke of.

Tach. The roof, o' the chamber

With golden cherubins is fretted: Her andirons (I had forgot them) were two winking Cupids Of silver, each on one foot standing, nicely. Depending on their brands.

Post. This is her honour!

Let it be granted, you have seen all this, (and praise

Be given to your remembrance,) the description
Of what is in her chamber, nothing saves
The wager you have laid.

Lach. Then, if you can, [pulling out the bracelet.
Be pale; I beg but leave to air this jewel: See! -
And now 'tis up again: It must be married
To that your diamond; I'll keep them.

Post. Jove!

Once more let me behold it: Is it that

Which I left with her?

Iach. Sir, (I thank her,) that;

She stripp'd it from her arin; I see her yet;
Her pretty action did outsell her gift,

And yet enrich'd it too: she gave it me, and said,

She priz'd it once.

Post. May be, she pluck'd it off,

To send it me.

Iach. She writes so to you? doth she?

Post. O, no, no, no; 'tis true. Here, take this

too;

It is a basilisk unto mine eye,

[gives the ring.

Kills me to look on't: Let there be no honour, Where there is beauty; truth, where semblance;

Where there's another man: The vows of women
Of no more bondage be, to where they are made,
Than they are to their virtues; which is no-
thing:

O, above measure false!
Phi. Have patience, sir,

And take your ring again; 'tís not yet won:
It may be probable, she lost it; or,
Who knows if one of her women, being
Corrupted, hath stolen it from her.

Post. Very true;

And so, I hope, he came by't:-Back my ring;-
Render to me some corporal sign about her,
More evident than this; for this was stolen.
Iach. By Jupiter, I had it from her arm.

Post. Hark you, he swears; by Jupiter he

swears.

nay, keep the ring

"Tis true;

am sure,

'tis true: I

They induc'd to

She would not lose it: her attendants are

All sworn, and honourable:

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 where thus dearly.

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

Phi. Sir, be patient:

This is not strong enough to be believ'd

Of one persuaded well of

Post. Never talk on't:
She hath been colted by him.
Iach. If you seek

For further satisfying, under her breast
(Worthy the pressing,) lies a mole, right proud
Of that most delicate lodging: By my life,
I kifs'd it; and it gave me present hunger

To

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

Post. Ay, and it doth confirm

Another stain, as big as hell can hold,

Were there no more but it.

Jach. 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 you have not done't, you lie; And I will kill thee, if thou dost deny

Thou hast 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

[Exit.

Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath

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 'Vol. VII.

D

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 my wife
The non-pareil of this. O vengeance, vengeance!
Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd,
And pray'd me, oft, 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:

vils!

This yellow Iachimo, in an hour,

O, all the de

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 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't 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 name, 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.

ACT II. SCENE T.

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

Enter CYMBELINE, Queen, CLOTEN, and Lords, at one door; and at another, Caius Lucius, and Atten dants.

Cym. Now say, what would Augustus Caesar with us?

Luc. When Julius Caesar (whose remembrance yet

Lives in men's eyes; and will to and will to ears, and

. tongues,

Be theme, and hearing ever, was, in this

Britain,

And conquer'd it, Cassibelan, thine uncle, (Famous in Caesar's praises, no whit lefs 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.

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

Clo. There be many Caesars,

Ere such another Julius. Britain is

A world by itself; and we will nothing pay For wearing our own noses.

Queen. That opportunity,

Which then they had to take from us, to re

sume

We have again Remember, sir, my liege,
The kings your ancestors; together with