Where there's another man: the vows of women
Of no more bondage be, to where they're made,
Than they are to their virtues; which is nothing.–
O, above measure false!
Phi.

Have patience, sir,
And take your ring again ; 'tis not yet won :
It may be probable she lost it; or
Who knows if one o' her women, being corrupted,
Hath stol'n 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 stol’n.

Iach. By Jupiter, I had it from her arm.
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 !
And by a stranger! - No, he hath enjoy'd her :
The cognizance of her incontinency
Is this, - she hath bought the name of whore 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 kiss'd it; and it gave me present hunger
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.
Iach.

Will you hear me more ?
Post. Spare your arithmetic : never count the turns;
Once, and a million !
Tach.
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'st made me cuckold.

nothing
Post: o, that I had her here, to Yeart her imb-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. lach,

With all my heart. [Exeunt.

SCENE V. 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 ali bastards :
And that most venerable man which I
Did call my fath 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

my 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 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: O, all the devils ! .
This yellow Iachimo, in an hour,— was't not ? -
Or less,- at first? - perchance he spoke not, but,
Like a full-acorn'd boar, a German one,
Cried “O!” 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 longing, slanders, 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 constant, but are changing still
One vice, but of a minute old, for ore
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 them have their will :
The very devils cannot plague them better. [Erit

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ACT III.

SCENE I. Britain. A room of state in CYMBELINE'S

palače. 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?

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, thine uncle,-
Famous in Cæsar'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.

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

There be many Cæsars,
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's, 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 palèd in
With rocks unscalable and roaring waters;
With sands that will not bear your enenies' basta

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But suck them up to the topmast. A kind of conquest
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
O giglet 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.

Člo. 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 Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon Ourselves to be. Clo,

We do. Cym.

Say, then, to Cæsar,
Our 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 made

our laws,
Who was the first of Britain which did put
His brows within a golden crown, and call'd
Himself a king.

Luc.

I'm sorry, Cymbeline,
That I am to pronounce Augustus Cæsar -
Cæsar, that hath more kings his servants than
Thyself domestic officers -

thine enemy :
Receive it from me, then :-war and confusion
In Cæsar's name pronounce I'gainst thee: look
For fury not to be resisted.— Thus defied,
I thank thee for myself.
Сут. .

Thou'rt welcome, Caius,
Thy Cæsar knighted me; my youth I spent
Much under him; of him I gather'd honor;
Which he to seek of me again, perforce,
Behooves me keep at utterance. I am perfect
That the Pannonians and Dalmatians for
Their liberties are now in arms– a precedent
Which not to read would show the Britons cold:
So Cæsar shall not find them.
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 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,
As poisonous-tongu'd as handed, hath prevail'd
On thy too ready hearing ? — Disloyal ! No:
She's punish'd for her truth; and undergoes,
More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults
As would take in some virtue.- O my master!
Thy mind to her is now as low as were
Thy fortunes.- How! that I should murder her?