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When he was here, Which rottenness can lend nature ; such boil'd staff, He did incline to sadness; and oft-times

As well might poison poison ! Be reveng'd; Not knowing why.

Or she, that bore you, was no queen, and you Iach. I never saw him sad.

Recoil from your great stock. There is a Frenchman his companion, one,


Rereng'd! An eminent monsieur, that, it seems, much loves How should I be reveng’d? If this be true, A Gallian girl at home: he furnaces

(As I have such a heart, that both mide ears The thick sigbs from him; whiles the jolly Briton Mast not in haste abuse,) if it be true, (Your lord, I mean,) laughs from's free langs, How should I be reveng'a ? cries, O!


Should be make me Can my sides hold, to think, that man, who knows Live like Diana's priest, betwixt cold sheets; By history, report, or his own proof,

Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps, What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose In your despite, upon your purse ? Revenge it. But must be, will his free hours languish for

I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure ; Assured bondage ?

More noble than that runagate to your bed; Imo. Will my lord say so?. slaughter. And will continue fast to your affection,

Iach. Ay, madam; with his eyes in flood with Still lose, as sure. It is a recreation to be by,

[know, Imo.

What ho, Pisanio! And hear him mock the Frenchman: But, heavens lach. Let me my service tender on your lips. Some men are much to blame.

Imo. Away!-I do condemn mine ears, that have Imo. Not he, I hope,

So long attended thee.-If thou wert honourable, lach. Not be : But yet heaven's bounty towards Thou would'st have told this tale for virtue, not him might

For such an end thou seek'st; as base, as strange. Be as'd more thankfully. In bimself, 'tis much; Thou wrong'st a gentleman, who is as far In you,—which I count bis, beyond all talents, From thy report, as thou from honour; and Whilst I am bound to wonder, I am bound Solicit'st here a lady, that disdains To pity too.

Thee and the devil alike.—What, ho! Pisanio Imo. What do you pity, sir ?

The king my father shall be made acquainted lach. Two creatores, heartily.

Of thy assault: if he shall think it fit, Imo.

Am I one, sir? A saucy stranger, in his court, to mart You look on me : What wreck discern you in me, As in a Romish stew, and to expound Deserves your pity?

His beastly mind to us; he hath a court Tach.

Lamentable! What ! He little cares for, and a daughter whom To hide me from the radiant sun, and solace He not respects at all.-What ho, Pisanio I'the dungeon by a snuff?

Iach. O happy Leonatus! I may say; Imo.

I pray you, sir, The credit that thy lady hath of thee, Deliver with more openness your answers

Deserves thy trust; and thy most perfect goodness To my demands. Why do you pity me?

Her assur'd credit ! -Blessed live yoa long! lach. That others do,

A lady to the worthiest sir, that ever I was about to say, enjoy your-Bat

Country call’d his ! and you his mistress, only It is an office of the gods to venge it,

For the most worthiest fit ! Give me your pardos. Not mine to speak on't.

I have spoke this, to know if your affiance Imo.

You do seem to know Were deeply rooted ; and shall make your lord,
Something of me, or what concerns me ; 'Pray you, That which he is, new o'er: And he is one
(Since doubting things go ill, often hurts more The truest manner'd; such a holy witch,
Than to be sure they do: For certainties

That he enchants societies unto him :
Either are past remedies; or, timely knowing, Half all men's hearts are his.
The remedy then born,) discover to me


You make amends. What both you spur and stop.

Iach. He sits 'mongst men, like a descended god: Iach.

Had I this cheek He hath a kind of honour sets him off, To bathe my lips upon ; this hand, whose touch, More than a mortal seeming. Be not angry, Whose every touch, would force the feeler's soul Most mighty princess, that I have adventur'd To the oath of loyalty; this object, which

To try your taking of a false report; which bath Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye, Honour'd with confirmation your great judgment Fixing it only here: should I (damn'd then,) In the election of a sir so rare, Slaver with lips as common as the stairs

Which you know cannot err: The love I bear him That mount the Capitol ; join gripes with hands Made me to fan you thus; but the gods made you, Made hard with hourly falsehood (falsehood, as Unlike all other, chaffless. Pray, your pardon. With labour ;) then líe peeping in an eye,

Imo. All's well, sir : Take my power i'the court Base and unlustrous as the smoky light

for yours. That's fed with stinking tallow; it were fit,

Iach. My humble thanks. I had almost forgot That all the plagues of hell should at one time To entreat your grace but in a small request, Encounter such revolt.

And yet of moment too, for it concerns
My lord, I fear,

Your lord; myself, and other poble friends,
Has forgot Britain.

Are partners in the business.
And himself. Not I,


Pray, what is't? Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce

Iach. Some dozen Romans of us, and your lord, The beggary of his change; but 'tis your graces,

(The best feather of our wing) have mingled sums, That from my mutest conscience, to my tongue,

To buy a present for the emperor: Charms this report out.

Which I, the factor for the rest, have done Imo.

Let me hear no more. [heart In France : 'Tis plate, of rare device; and jewels, Iach. O dearest soul! your cause doth strike my Of rich and exquisite form; their values great; With pity, that doth make me sick. A lady And I am something curious, being strange, So fair, and fasten'd to an empery,

To have them in safe stowage : May it please you Would make the great'st king double! to be To take them in protection ? partner'd


Willingly; With tomboys, hir'd with that self-exhibition, And pawn mine honour for their safety : since Which your own coffers yield! with diseas'd ven My lord hath interest in them, I will keep them tures,

In my bed-chamber. That play with all infirmities for gold,


They are in a trunk,

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Attended by my men: I will make bold

Cannot take two from twenty for his heart, To send them to you, only for this night;

And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess,
I must aboard to-morrow.

Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'st !
0, no, no.

Betwixt a father by thy step-dame goveru'd;
Iach. Yes, I beseech; or I shall short my word, A mother hourly coining plots ; a wooer,
By length’ning my return. From Gallia

More hateful than the foul expulsion is
I cross'd the seas on purpose, and on promise Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act
To see your grace.

Of the divorce he'd make! The heavens hold firm

I thank you for your pains ; The walls of thy dear honour; keep unshak'd But not away to-morrow?

That temple, thy fair mind; that thou may'st stand, Iach. 0, I must, madam:

To enjoy thy banish'd lord, and this great land ! Therefore, I shall beseech you, if you please

[Exit. To greet your lord with writing, do't to-night.

SCENE II.-A Bed-Chamber; in one part of it a I have outstood my time; which is material

trunk. To the tender of our present, Imo.

I will write.

IMOGEN, reading in her bed; a Lady attending. Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept, Imo. Who's there? my woman Helen? And truly yielded you: You are very welcome. Lady.

Please you, madam. [Exeunt. Imo. What hour is it? ACT II.


Almost midnight, madam. SCENE I.-Court before Cymbeline's Palace.

Imo. I have read three hours then: mine eyes

are weak: Enter CLOTEN and two Lords.

Fold down the leaf, where I have left: To bed : Clo. Was there ever man had such luck! when Take not away the taper, leave it burning; I kissed the jack opon an up-cast, to be hit away! And if thou canst awake by four o'the clock, I had an hundred pound on’i: And then a whoreson 1 pr’ythee, call me. Sleep bath seiz'd me wholly. jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I

[Exit Lady. borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend to your protection I commend me, gods ! them at my pleasure.

From fairies, and the tempters of the night, 1 Lord. What got he by that? You have broke Guard me, beseech ye! his pate with your bowl.

(Sleeps. Iachimo, from the trunk.) 2 Lord. If his wit had been like him that broke Iach. The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd it, it would have ran all out.

(Aside.) Clo. When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it Repairs itself by rest: Our Targain thus is not for any standers-by to curtail lis oaths : Ha? Did softly press the rushes, ere he waken'd

2 Lord. No, my lord"; nor (Aside.) crop the The chastity he wounded.–Cytherea, ears of them.

How bravely thou becom'st thy bed! fresh lily! Clo. Whoreson dog! I give him satisfaction? And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch! 'Would, he had been one of my rank !

But kiss ; one kiss! Rubies unparagon'd, 2 Lord. To have smelt like a fool. (A side.) How dearly they do't.'Tis her breathing that

Clo. I am not more vexed at any thing in the Perfumes the chamber thus: The flame o'ihe taper earth,-A pox on't! I had rather not be so noble Bows toward her; and would under-peep her lids, as I am; they dare not fight with me, because of To see the enclosed lights, now canopied the queen my mother: every jack-slave hath his Under these windows : White and azure, lac'd belly full of fighting, and I must go up and down With blue of heaven's own tinct.-Bat my design? like a cock that no body can match.

To note the chamber :-I will write all down :2 Lord. You are a cock and capon too; and you Sach, and such, pictures :~There the window :crow, cock, with your comb on. (Aside.)

Clo. Sayest thou?

The adornment of her bed ;—The arras, figures, 1 Lord. It is not fit, your lordship should under- Why, such, and such :- And the contents o'tbe take every companion that you give offence to.

Clo. No, I know that: but it is fit, I should | Ah, bat some natural notes about her body,
commit offence to my inferiors.

Above ten thousand meaner moveables
2 Lord. Ay, it is fit for your lordship only. Would testify, to enrich mine inventory:
Clo. Why, so I say.

O sleep, thoa ape of death, lie dull upon her! i Lord. Did you hear of a stranger, that's come And be ber sense but as a monument, to court to-night?

Thus in a chapel lying !-Come off, come off ;Clo. A stranger! and I not know on't!

(Taking off her bracelet.) 2 Lord. He's a strange fellow himself, and knows As slippery as the Gordian knot was hard ! it not.

(A side.)'l'is mine; and this will witness outwardly, 1 Lord. There's an Italian come; and, 'tis As strongly as the conscience does within, thought, one of Leonatus' friends.

To the madding of her lord. On her left breast Clo. Leopatas! a banished rascal; and he's an A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops other, whatsoever he be. Who told you of this l'the bottom of a cowslip. Here's a voucher, stranger?

Stronger than ever law could make : this secret i Lord. One of your lordship's pages.

Will force him think I have pioked the lock, and Clo. Is it fit, I went to look upon him ? Is there


(end ? po derogation in't?

The treasure of her honour. No more. To what 1 Lord. You cannot derogate, my lord. Why should I write this down, that's rivetted, Clo. Not easily, I think.

Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading late 2 Lord. You are a fool granted; therefore your The tale of Tereus : here the leaf's turn'd down, issues being foolish, do not derogate. (Aside.) Where Philomel gave up. ;-I have enough:

Clo. Come, I'll go see this Italian: What I To the trunk again, and shut the spring of it. have lost to-day at bowls, I'll win to-night of him. Swift, swift, you dragons of the night!-that Come, go.

dawning 2 Lord, I'll attend your lordship.

May bare the raven's eye: I lodge in fear; (Eseunt Cloten and first Lord. Though this a heavenly angel, helt is here. That such a crafty devil as is his mother

(Clock strikes.) Should yield the world this ass! a woman, that One, two, three,—Time, time! Bears all down with her brain ; and this her son

(Goes into the trunk. The scene closes.)

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Scene III.-An Ante-Chamber adjoining Imogen's Clo. If she be up, I'll speak with her; if bot,
Let her lie still, and dream.-By your leave, bo!

Enter Cloten and Lords.

(Krock) 1 Lord, Your lordship is the most patient man

I know her women are about her ; What in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace.

If I do line one of their hands? 'Tis gold, Clo. It would make any man cold to lose.

Which bays admittance; oft it doth; yea, and makes 1 Lord. But not every man patient, after the Piana's rangers false themselves, yield ap. noble temper of your lordship; You are most hot, Their deer to the stand of the stealer; and 'tis gold and furious, when you win.

Which makes the true man kill'd, and saves the

thies; Clo, Winning would put any man into courage :

(Wha If I could get this foolish Imogen, I should have Nay, sometimes, hangs both thief and true ban :

Can it not do, and undo? I will make gold enougb: It's almost morning, is't not? I Lord. Day, my lord.

One of her women lawyer to me; for Clo. I would this music would come: I am ad

I yet not understand the case myself. vised to give her music o’mornings; they say, it By your leave.


Enter a Lady: will penetrate.Enter Musicians.

Lady. Who's there, that knocks?

Clo. Come, on ; tune : If you can penetrate her with

A gentleman. Lady.

No more! your fingering, so; we'll try with tongue too: if

Clo. Yes, and a gentlewoman's son. none will do, let her remain; but I'll never give


That's more o'er. First, a very excellent good-conceited thing; after a wonderful sweet air, with admirable rich Than some, whose tailors are as dear as yours, words to it,—and then let her consider.

Can justly boast of: What's your lordship's

pleasure ? SONG.

Clo. Your lady's person: Is she ready?
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,

And Phæbus 'gins arise,
To keep her chamber.

(repert. His steeds to water at those springs

Clo. There's gold for you; sell me your goad On chalic'd fowers that lies ;

Lady. How! my good name? or to report of you And winking Mary-buds begin

What I shall think is good ?—The princessTo ope their golden eyes ;,

Enter IMOGEN. With every thing that prelty bin :

Clo. Good-morrow, fairest sister: Your sweet My lady sweet, arise ;

hand. Arise, arise.

Imo. Good-morrow, sir : You lay out too much So, get you gone: If this penetrate, I will consider For purchasing but trouble; the thanks I gire, your music the better : if it do not, it is a vice in Is telling you that I am poor of thanks, her ears, which horse-bairs, and cat-guts, nor the Aod scarce can spare them. voice of unpaved eunuch to boot,

can never amend.


Still, I swear, I love yea [Exeunt Musicians.

Imo. If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me: En Cymbeline and Queen.

If you swear still, your recompence is still 2 Lord. Here comes the king.

That I regard it dot. Clo. I am glad, I was up so late; for that's the


This is no answer. reason I was up so early: He cannot choose but Imo. Bat that you shall not say I yield, being take this service I have done, fatherly-Good

silent, morrow to your majesty, and to my gracious mo I would not speak. I pray you, spare me : j'faith, ther.

(daughter? I shall unfold equal discourtesy Cym. Attend you here the door of our stern To your best kindness ; one of your great knowing Will she not forth ?

Should learn, being taught, forbearance. Clo. I have assailed her with music, but she Clo. To leave you in your madness, 'twere my sis: vouchsafes do notice.

I will not. Cym. The exile of her minion is too uew;

Imo. Fools are not mad folks. She hath not yet forgot him: some more time


Do you call me fool? Must wear the print of his remembrance out,

Imo. As I am mad, I do: And tben she's yours.

If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad; Queen. You are most bound to the king; That cares us both. I am much sorry, sir, Who let's go by no vantages, that may

You put me to forget a lady's manners, Prefer you to his daughter: Frame yourself By being so verbal: and learn now, for all, To orderly solicits; and be friended

That I, which know my heart, do here pronounce, With aptness of the season : make denials By the very truth of it, I care not for yon; Increase your services : so seem, as if

And am so near the lack of charity, You were inspir'd to do those duties, which (To accuse myself) I hate you : which I bad rather You tender to her; that you in all obey her, You felt, than make't my boast. Save when command to your dismission tends,


You sin against And therein you are senseless.

Obedience, which you owe your father. For Clo,

Senseless? not so. The contract you pretend with that base wretch, Enter a Messenger.

(One, bred of alms, and foster'd with cold dishes, Mess. So like you, sir, ambassadors from Rome; With scraps o'the court,) it is no contract, none : The one is Cains Lucias.

And though it be allow'd in meaner parties,
A worthy fellow,

(Yet who, than he, more mean?) to knit their souls Albeit he comes on angry purpose now;

On whom there is no more dependency But that's no fault of his: We must receive him But brats and beggary) in self-figar'd knot ; According to the honour of his sender;

Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by And towards himself, his goodness forespent on us, The consequence o'the crown; and mast pot soil We must extend our notice.-Our dear son, The precious note of it with a base slave, When you have given good morning to your mis A hilding for a livery, a squire's cloth, tress,

A pantler, not so eminent. Attend the queen, and us; we shall have need


Profane sellow! To employ you towards this Roman.—Come, our Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more, queen.

But what thou art, besides, thou wert too base [Exeunt. Cym. Queen, Lords, and Mess, I To be his groom ; thon wert dignified enough,


Even to the point of envy, if 'twere made

Post. And, therewithal, the best; or let her Comparative for your virtues, to be styl'd

beauty The under-hangman of his kingdom ; and hated Look through a casement to allure false hearts, For being preferr'd so well.

And be false with them, clo. The south-fog rot him! Iach.

Here are letters for you. Imo. He never can meet more mischance, than Post. Their tenor good, I trust.


'Tis very like. To be but nam’d of thee. His meanest garment, Phi. Was Cajas Lucius in the Britain court, That ever hath but clipp'd his body, is dearer, When you were there? In my respect, than all the hairs above thee,


He was expected then, Were they all made such men.—How now, Pisanio? But not approach'd. Enter PISANIO.


All is well yet. Clo. His garment ? Now, the devil

Sparkles this stone as it was wont? or is't not, Imo. To Dorothy my woman bie thee presently:

Too dull for your good wearing ? Clo. His garment?


If I have lost it, Imo.

I am sprighted with a fool; I should have lost the worth of it in gold. Frighted, and anger'd worse : -Go, bid my woman I'll make a journey twice as far, to enjoy Search for a jewel, that too casually

A second night of such sweet shortness, which Hath left mine arm; it was thy master's : 'sbrew me, Was mine in Britain : for the ring is won. If I would lose it for a revenue

Post. The stone's too hard to come by. Of any king's in Europe. I do think,


Not a whit, I saw't this morning : confident I am,

Your lady being so easy. Last night 'twas on mine arm; I kiss'd it:


Make not, sir, I hope, it be not gone, to tell my lord

Your loss your sport: I hope, you know, that we That I kiss aught but he.

Must not continue friends. Pis. 'Twill not be lost. Iach.

Good sir, we must, Imo. I hope so: go, and search. [Exit Pis. If you keep covenant: Had I not brought Clo.

You have abus'd me: The knowledge of your mistress home, I grant His meanest garment ?

We were to question further: but I now
Ay; I said so, sir.

Profess myself the winner of her honour,
If you will mak't an action, call witness to't. Together with your ring; and not the wronger
Clo. I will inform your father.

Of her, or you, having proceeded but Imo.

Your mother too: By both your wills. She's my good lady; and will conceive, I hope, Post.

If you can make't apparent But the worst of me. So I leave you, sir,

That you have tasted her in bed, my band To the worst of discontent.

[Exit. And ring is yours: If not, the foul opinion Clo.

I'll be reveng'd :

You had of her pure honour, gains, or loses, His meanest garment ?-Well.

(Exit. Your sword, or mine; or masterless leaves both SCENE IV.-Rome. An Apartment in Philario's To who shall find them.


Sir, my circumstances, House.

Being so near the truth, as I will make them, Enter POSTHUMUS and PAILARIO.

Must first induce you to believe : whose strength
Post. Fear it pot, sir: I would, I were so sure I will confirm with oath ; which, I doubt not,
To win the king, as I am bold, her honour You'll give me leave to spare, when you shall find
Will remain bers.

You need it not.
What means do you make to bim?


Proceed. Post. Not any; but abide the change of time; Iach,

First, her bed-chamber, Quake in the present winter's state, and wish

(Where, I confess, I slept not; but, profess, That warmer days would come : In these fear's

Had that was well worth watching,) It was hang'd I barely gratify your love; they failing, (hopes, with tapestry of silk and silver; the story I must die mach your debtor.

Proud Cleopatra, when she met her Roman, Phi. Your very goodness, and your company, And Cydnus swell’d above the banks, or for O'erpays all I can do. By this, your king. The press of boats, or pride: A piece of work Hath heard of great Augustus : Caius Lucius

So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive Will do his commission throughly: And, I think, In workmanship, and value ; which, I wonder’d, He'll grant the tribute, send the arrearages, Could be so rarely and exactly wrought, Or look upon our Romans, whose remembrance Since the true life on't wusIs yet fresh in their grief.


This is true ;
I do believe,

And this you might have heard of here, by me, (Statist though I am none, nor like to be,) Or by some other. That this will prove a war; and you shall bear Iach.

More particulars The legions, now in Gallia, sooner landed

Must justify my knowledge. In our not-fearing Britain, than have tidings


So they must,
Of any penny tribute paid. Our countrymen Or do your honour injury.
Are men more order'd, than when Julius Cæsar


The chimney Smil'd at their lack of skill, but found their courage Is south the chamber; and the chimney-piece, Worthy bis frowning at: Their discipline

Chaste Dian, bathing : never saw I figures (Now mingled with their courages)will makeknown So likely to report themselves ; the cutter To their approvers, they are people, such

Was as another nature, dumb; outwent her, That mend upon the world.

Motion and breath left out.


This is a thing, Phi.

See! Iachimo? Which you might from relation likewise reap; Post. The swiftest barts have posted you by land : Being, as it is, much spoke of. And winds of all the corners kiss'd your sails, lach.

The roof o'the chamber To make your vessel nimble.

With golden cherubins is fretted: Her andirons Phi.

Welcome, sir. (I had forgot them,) were two winking Cupids Post. I hope, the briefness of your answer made of silver, each on one foot standing, nicely The speediness of your return.

Depending on their brands.

Your lady

This is her honour! Is one the fairest, that I have look'd upon. Let it be granted, you bave seen all this, (and praise

Be given to your remembranoe,) the description Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath of what is in her chamber, nothing saves

He hath against himself. The wager you have laid.


With all my heart. (Eremu. Iach.

Then, if you can,

Scene V.-The same. Another Room in the same. (Pulling out the bracelet.) Be pale ; I beg but leave to air this jewel : See !

Enter POSTHUMUS. And now 'tis up again : It must be married

Post. Is there no way for men to be, but women To that your diamond ; I'll keep them.

Must be half-workers? We are bastards all ; Post.

Jove!- And that most venerable man, which I Once more let me behold it: Is it that

Did call my father, was I know uot where Which I left with her?

When I was stamp’d; some coiner with his tools Iach. Sir, (I thank her,) that:

Made me a counterfeit: Yet my mother seem'd She stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet;

The Dian of that time : so doth my wise Her pretty action did outsell'her gift,

The nonpareil of this.-0 vengeance, vengeance! And yet enrich'd it too: She gave it me, and said, Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd, She priz'd it once.

And pray'd me, oft, forbearance: did it with Post.

May be, she pluck'd it off, A podency so rosy, the sweet view on't [ber To send it me.

Might well have warm'd old Saturn; that I thoogbt Iach. She writes so to you? doth she?

As chaste as onsunn'd snow :-0, all the devils !-Post, 0, no, no, no; 'tis true. Here, take this This yellow Iachimo, in an hour,—was't not! too;

(Gives the ring.) | or less, -at first; Perchance be spoke not; but, It is a basilisk unto mine eye,

Like a full-acorn'd boar, a German one, Kills me to look on't:-Let there be no honour,

Cry'd, Oh! and mounted : found no opposition Where there is beauty; truth, where semblance;

But what he look'd for should oppose, and she love,

Should from encounter guard. Could I find out Where there's another man : The vows of women, The woman's part in me! For there's no motion, Of no more bondage be, to where they are made,

That tends to vice in man, but I affirm Than they are to their virtues; which is nothing : It is the woman's part: Be it lying, note it, O, above measure false !

The woman's; flaitering, bers; deceiving, hers; Phi. Have patience, sir,

Lust and rank thoughts, bers, hers; revenges, hers; And take your ring again ; 'tis not yet won:

Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain, It may be probable, she lost it; or,

Nice longings, slanders, mutability,
Who knows, ifone of her women, being corrupted, All faults that may be nam'd, nay, that hell knows,
Hath stolen it from her ?

Why, hers, in part, or all ; but rather, all :
Very true;

For even to vice
And so, I hope, he came by't :-Back my ring ; They are not constant, but are changing still
Render to me some corporal sign about her, One vice, but of a minute old, for one
More evident than this; for this was stolen.

Not half so old as that. I'll write against them, Iach. By Jupiter, I had it froin her arm.

Detest them, curse them :-Yet 'tis greater skill Post. Hark you, heswears; by Jupiter he swears.

In a true hate, to pray they have their will: "Tis true ;-nay, keep the ring—'tis true: I am The very devils cannot plague them better. [Esit. She would not lose it: her attendants are [sure,

ACT III. All sworn, and honourable :-They indue'd to steal it!

Scene I.-Britain. A Room of State in Cymbe

line's Palace. And by a stranger!-No, he hath enjoy'd her: The cognizance of her incontinency

Enter CYMBELINE, Queen, CLOTEN, and Lords, Is this, she hath bought the name of whore thus

at one door; and at another, Caius Locios and dearly.

Attendants. There, take thy hire; and all the fiends of hell Cym. Now, say, what would Augustus Cæsar Divide themselves between you !

with as? Phi.

Sir, be patient! Luc. When Julius Cæsar (whose remembrance This is not strong enough to be believ'd


(tongues, Of one persuaded well of

Lives in men's eyes; and will to ears, and Post.

Never talk on't; Be theme, and bearing ever,) was in this Britain, She hath been colted by him.

And conquer'd it, Cassibelan, thine uncle, Iach.

If you seek (Famous in Cæsar's praises, no whit less For further satisfying, under her breast

Than in his feats deserving it,) for him, (Worthy the pressing, ) lies a mole, right proud And his succession, granted Rome a tribute, Of that inost delicate lodging: By my life, Yearly three thousand pounds; which by thee lately I kiss'd it; and it gave me present hunger

Is left untender'd. To feed again, though full. “You do remember Queen.

And, to kill the marvel,
This stain upon ber?

Shall be so eyer.
Ay, and it doth confirm Clo.

There be many Cæsars,
Another stain, as big as hell can hold,

Ere such another Julius. Britain is Were there no more but it.

A world by itself; and we will nothing pay, Iach.

Will you hear more? For wearing our own noses. Post. Spare your arithmetic : never count the Queen.

That opportunity, Once, and a million !

[turns; Which then they bad to take from us, to resume lach. I'll be sworn,

We have again.-Remember, sir, my liege, Post.

No swearing. The kings your ancestors; together with If you will swear you have not done't, you lie; The natural bravery of your isle ; which stands And I will kill thee, if thou dost deny

As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in Thou hast made me cuckold.

With rocks unscaleable, and roaring waters; lach.

I will deny nothing. With sands, that will not bear your enemies' Post, O, that I had her here, to tear her limb


[conquest meal !

But suck them up to the top-mast. Å kind of I will go there, and do't; i'the court; before Cæsar made here; but made not here his brag Her father :-I'll do something

[Exit. Of, came, and saw, and overcame : with shame Phi.

Quite besides (The first that ever touch'd him,) be was carried The government of patience !--You have won:

From off our coast, twice beaten ; and bis shipping,

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