Is south the chamber; and the chimney-piece,
Chaste Dian bathing: never saw I figures
So likely to report themselves: the cutter
Was as another Nature, dumb; outwent 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.

Iach.
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.

Iach.

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.

Once more let me behold it: is it that

Which I left with her?

Jove!

Iach. Sir, (I thank her,) that: She stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet; Her pretty action did outsell her gift, And yet enrich'd it too: she gave

And said she prized it once.

Post.

To send it me.

Iach.

it me,

May be she pluck'd it off,

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

this too;

She writes so to you? doth she?

[Gives the ring,

It is a basilisk unto mine eye,

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

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 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 of her women, being cor rupted,

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.

'Tis true;-nay, keep the ring-'tis true; I am

sure

She would not lose it: her attendants are All sworn, and honourable. They induced 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 believed
Of one persuaded well of—

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. This stain upon her?

Post.

You do remember

Ay, and it doth confirm

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

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.

Tach.

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. Phi. Quite besides The government of patience !You have won : Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath He hath against himself.

Iach.

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 all bastards;
And that most venerable man, which I
Did call my father, 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.-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:-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,

Cry'd, 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 it 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 may be named, 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 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 III.

SCENE I.-Britain. A Room of State in Cymbeline's Palace.

Enter CYMBELINE, QUEEN, CLOTEN, and Lords, at one door; and at another, CAIUS LUCIUS and Attendants.

Cymbeline.

OW say, what would Augustus Cæsar with us?

Luc. When Julius Cæsar (whose re-
membrance 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.