Iach. Sir, (I thank her,) that. She stripped it from her arm; I see her yet; Her pretty action did outsell her gift, And yet enriched it too. She gave it me, and said Post. To send it me. Iach. May be, she plucked it off She writes so to you? doth she? Post. O, no, no, no; 'tis true. It is a basilisk unto mine eye, Here, take this too; Kills me to look on't.-Let there be no honor, Phi. Have patience, sir, Who knows if one of her women, being corrupted, And so, I hope, he came by't.- Back my ring;— 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 honorable.-They induced to steal it! The cognizance of her incontinency Is this, she hath bought the name of whore thus dearly.- Phi. This is not strong enough to be believed Of one persuaded well of Post. Sir, be patient. Never talk on't; She hath been colted by him. 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. Will you hear more? Iach. Post. Spare your arithmetic; never count the turns Once, and a million! No swearing. If you will swear you have not done't, you lie; Thou hast made me cuckold. Iach. I will 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 Phi. [Exit. Quite besides The government of patience!-You have won. 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 A pudency so rosy, the sweet view on't Might well have warmed old Saturn; that I thought her The woman's part in me! for there's no motion. It is the woman's part: be it lying, note it, All faults that may be named, nay, that hell knows, They are not constant, but are changing still Not half so old as that. I'll write against them, [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. Cym. Now say what would Agustus 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 conquered 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 untendered. Queen. Shall be so ever. Clo. And, to kill the marvel, 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 us, to resume We have again.-Remember, sir, my liege, With rocks unscalable, and roaring waters; With sands, that will not bear your enemies' boats, 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. Clo. 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 us, we were free. Cæsar's ambition, (Which swelled so much, that it did almost stretch The sides o' the world,) against all color, here Ordained 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, His brows within a golden crown, and called Luc. I am sorry, Cymbeline, That I am to pronounce Augustus Cæsar Receive it from me, then :-War, and confusion, Cym. Luc. Let proof speak. Clo. His majesty bids you welcome. Make pastime with us a day or two longer. If you seek us afterwards in other terms, you shall find us 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. Another Room in the same. Enter PISANIO. Pis. How! of adultery? Wherefore write you not What monster's her accuser?- Leonatus! O master! what a strange infection Is fallen into thy ear! What false Italian Have made to thy command?-I, her?- her blood? If it be so to do good service, never Let me be counted serviceable. How look I, |