Since the true life on't was
Poft. This is true;

And this you might have heard of here by me, Or by fome other.

Iach. More particulars

Mut juftify my knowledge.
Poft. So they must,

Or do your honour injury.
Iach. The chimney

Is fouth the chamber; and the chimney-piece,
Chafte Dian bathing: never faw I figures
So likely to report themfelves *: the cutter
Was as another nature dumb, out-went her;
Motion and breath left out.

Poft. This is a thing

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

Iach. The roof o' th' chamber

With golden cherubims is fretted: th' andirons, I had forgot them, were two winking Cupids Of filver, each on one foot standing, nicely Depending on their brands.

Poft. This is her honour †?

Let it be granted you have feen all this,
Praise be to your remembrance, the defcription
Of what is in her chamber nothing faves
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.

Poft. Jove!

Once more let me behold it. Is it that
Which I left with her?

Iach. Sir, I thank her, that.

She ftript it from her arm.

I fee her yet;

So near to fpeech. Johnson.

Is this her honour-That is, Is this any way

ng to the honour of my wife? Upton.

rela

If you can forbear to flußh your cheek with rage.

Johnjon.

Her pretty action did out-fell her gift,
And yet enrich'd it too; fhe gave it me,
And faid the priz'd it once.

Poft. May be the pluck'd it off

To fend it ine.

Iach. She writes fo to you, doth fhe?
Poft. O, no, no, no.

this too:

'Tis true. Here, take [Gives the ring.

It is a bafilifk unto mine eye,

Kills me to look on't; let there be no honour Where there is beauty; truth, where femblance; love,

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; Q, above measure false!

Phil. Have patience, Sir,

And take your ring again: 'tis not yet won;
It may be probable fhe loft it; or,

Who knows, one of her women, being corrupted,
Hath ftol'n it from her.

Poft. Very true.

And fo, I hope, he came by't;-back my ring;-
Render to me fome corporal fign about her,
More evident than this, for this was stole.
Iach. By Jupiter I had it from her arm.

Poft. Hark you, he fwears; by Jupiter he fwears, 'Tis true-nay, keep the ring;-'tis true; I'm fure 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.
The cognizance of her incontinency

Is this; the 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 ftrong enough to be believ'd,
Of one perfuaded well of-

Poft. Never talk on't;

She hath been colted by him.
Jach. If you feek

For further fatisfying, under her breast,
Worthy the preffing, lyes a mole, right proud
Of that most delicate lodging. By my life

I kiss'd it, and it gave me prefent hunger:
To feed again, though full. You do remember
This stain upon her?

Poft. Ay, and it doth confirm

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

Iach. Will you hear more?

Poft. Spare your arithmetic.

Count not the turns: once, and a million!
Iach. I'll be fworn-

Poft. No fwearing:

If you will fwear you have not done't, you lie. And I will kill thee, if thou doft deny

Thou'ft made me cuckold.

Iach. I'll deny nothing.

Poft. O that I had her here to tear her limb-meal!

I will go there, and do't i' th' court before
Her father.I'll do fomething-

Phil. Quite befides

[Exis.

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

Jach, With all my heart.

SCENE

[Exeunt.

VII.

Re-enter Pofthumus.

Poft. 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, When I was stamp'd. Some coiner with his tools Made me a counterfeit;, yet my mother feem'd ́ The Dian of that time; fo doth my wife The non-pareil of this-Oh vengeance, vengeance! Me of my lawful pleasure the restrain'd, And pray'd me, oft, forbearance; did it with A pudency fo rofy, the sweet view on't Might well have warm'd old Saturn———that I thought her

As chafte as unfunn'd fnow. Oh, all the devils!
This yellow Iachimo in an hour-was't not?
Or lefs-at firit? Perchance he fpoke 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 fhould oppofe, and the
Should from encounter guard. Could I find out
The woman's part in me! for there's no motion
That tends to vice in mran, but, I affirm,
It is the woman's part; be't lying, note it,
The woman's; flattering, hers; deceiving, hers;
Luft and rank thoughts, hers, hers; revenges, hers;
Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, difdain,
Nice longings, flanders, 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 conitant, but are changing ftill
One vice, but of a minute old, for one

Not half so old as that. I'll write against them,
Deteft them, curie them;-yet 'tis greater kill
In a true hate to pray they have their will;
The very devils cannot plague them better. [Exit.".

A C T III.

SCENE I.

Cymbeline's Palace.:

Ester, in ftate, Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, and ! Lords, at one door, and at another Caius Lucius and Attendants..

Now

Cymbeline.:

[OW fay, what would Auguftus Cæfar with us 2 Luc When Julius Cefar, whofe remembrance Lives in men's eyes, and will to ears and tongues [yet Be theme and hearing ever, was in this Britain, And conquer'd it, Calibelan, thine uncle, Famous in Cefar's praifes, no whit lefs Than in Teas deferving it, for him, And his fucceffion, granted Rome a tribute,

Yearly three thousand pounds; which by thee lately

Is left untender'd.

Queen. And, to kill the marvel,

Shall be to ever.

Clat. There be many Cæfars

Fre fuch another Julius: Britain is

A world by't felf; and we will nothing pay
For wearing our own nofes.

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 nai'ral brav'ry of your ifle, which stands,
As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in
With rocks unfcaleable, and roaring waters:
With fands that will not bear your enemies' boats,
But fuck them up to th' top-maft A kind of conqueft
Cæfar made here, but made not here his brag
Of came, and faw, and overcame. With fhame,
The first that ever touch'd him, he was carried
From off our coaft, twice beaten; and his fhipping,
Poor ignorant baubles, on our terrible feas,
Like egg-fhel's mov'd upon their furges, crack'd
As eafily 'gainst our rocks. For joy whereof,
The fam'd Caffibelan, who was once at point,
Oh, giglet fortune! to mafter Cæfar's fword,
Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright,
And Britons frut with courage.

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 crooked noses, 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 should 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, Sir, no more tribute, pray you now.

Cym, You must know,