Phil. Have patience, fir, And take your ring again; 'tis not yet won : It may be probable, fhe loft it; or, Who knows if one of her women, being corrupted, Poft. Very true; And fo, I hope, he came by't :-Back my ring;- More evident than this; for this was ftolen. Poft. Hark you, he fwears; by Jupiter he fwears. 'Tis true;-nay, keep the ring-'tis true: I am sure, She could not lofe it: her attendants are All fworn, and honourable :-They induc'd to steal it! And, by a stranger?-No; he hath enjoy'd her: Is this, he hath bought the name of whore thus dearly.There, take thy hire; and all the fiends of hell Divide themselves between you! Phil. Sir, be patient: This is not strong enough to be believ'd Of one perfuaded well of Poft. Never talk on't: She hath been colted by him. For further fatisfying, under her breast, I kifs'd it; and it gave me present hunger Poft. Ay, and it doth confirm The cognizance]-The token. Another Another stain, as big as hell can hold, Were there no more but it. Iach. Will you hear more? Poft. Spare your arithmetick: never count the turns; Once, and a million! If Iach. I'll be fworn, Poft. No fwearing : you will fwear you have not done't, you lye; And I will kill thee, if thou doft deny Thou haft made me cuckold. Iach. I will deny nothing. Poft. 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—— Phil. Quite befides The government of patience!-You have won: He hath against himself. [Exit. Iach. With all my heart. [Exeunt. SCENE V. Another Room in Philario's House. Enter Pofthumus. Poft. Is there no way for men to be, but women When I was ftamp'd; fome coiner with his tools The non-pareil of this.-Oh vengeance, vengeance! perver:]-divert the dire effects of-prevent. Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd, Might well have warm'd old Saturn; that I thought her It is the woman's part: Be't lying, note it, All faults that may be nam'd, nay, that hell knows, They are not conftant, but are changing still m Not half so old as that. I'll write against them, k yellow-fallow. [Exit. } change of prides,]-changes of pride. I'll write]-I'll enter my protest. ACT ACT III. SCENE I. Cymbeline's Palace. Enter, in ftate, Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, and Lords, at one door; and at another, Caius Lucius, and Attendants. Cym. Now 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 Cæfar's praises, no whit less Than in his feats deferving it) for him, Yearly three thousand pounds; which by thee lately Queen. And, to kill the marvel, Shall be fo ever. n Clot. There be many Cæfars, Ere fuch another Julius. Britain is A world by itself; and we will nothing pay For wearing out our own noses. Queen. That opportunity, Which then they had to take from us, to refume With rocks unfcaleable, and roaring waters; "There be]-There will, or may be. • onks-wooden forts and and caftles. N 3 With With fands, that will not bear your enemies' boats, 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 Cæfars: other of them may have crook'd nofes; but, to own fuch ftrait 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 fhould we pay tribute? If Cæfar can hide the fun from us with a blanket, or put the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute for light; elfe, fir, no more tribute, pray you now. Cym. You must know, 'Till the injurious Roman did extort This tribute from us, we were free: Cæfar's ambition, P (Poor ignorant baubles !)]—useless, ill adapted to the fervice. ↑ may bave crook'd noses;1-may refemble Julius in the nose, but none of them will ever match him in bravery. against all colour,]-of juftice, without the leaft fhew of right. Ourselves |