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Deserves thy trust; and the most perfect goodness borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend
Her assur'd credit! - Blessed live you long! them at my pleasure.
A lady to the worthiest sir, that ever

1 Lord. What got ie by that? You have broke
Country call’d his! and you his mistress, only his pate with your bowl.
For the most worthiest fit! Give me your pardon! 2 Lord. If his wit had been like him that broke it,
I have spoke this, to know if your affiance

it would have ran all out.

[Aside. Were deeply rooted ; and shall make your lord, Clo. When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is That which he is, new o'er: and he is one

not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths : Ha? The truest manner'd; such a holy witch,

2 Lord. No, my lord! uor (.Aside.] crop the ears That he enchants societies unto him;

of them. Half all men's hearts are his.

Clo. Whoreson dog! I give him satisfaction? Imo. You make amends.

'Would, he had been one of my rank ! Iach. He sits 'mongst men, like a descended god : 2 Lord. To have smelt like a fool. [Aside. He hath a kind of honour sets him off,

Clo. I am not more vexed at any thing in the earth, More than a mortal seeming. Be not angry,

a pox on't! I had rather not be so noble as I am; Most mighty princess, that I have adventur'd they dare not fight with me, because of the queen To try your taking of a false report; which hath my mother: every jack-slave hath his belly full of Honour'd with confirmation your great judgment fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock, that In the election of a sir so rare,

nobody can match. Which you know cannot err. The love I bear him 2 Lord. You are a cock and capon too; and you Made me to fan you thus; but the gods made you, crow, cock, with your comb on.

[Aside. Unlike all others, chaffless. Pray; your pardon! Clo. Sayest thou? Imo. All's well, sir! Take my power i’ the court Lord. It is not fit, your lordship should under

i ke every companion that you give offence to. lach. My humble thanks! I had almost forgot Ilo. No, I know that; but it is fit, I should commit To entreat your grace but in a small request, offence to my inferiors. And yet of moment too, for it concerns

2 Lurd. Ay, it is fit for your lordship only.
Your lord; myself, and other noble friends,

Clo. Why, so I say.
Are partners in the business.

1 Lord. Did you hear of a stranger, that's
Imo. Pray, what is't ?

to court to-night? lach. Some dozen Romans of us, and your lord, Clo. A stranger! and I not know on’t! (The best feather of our wing) have mingled sums, .2 Lord. He's a strange fellow himself, and knows To buy a ent for the emperor: it not.

[ Aside. Which I, the factor for the rest, have done 1 Lord. There's an Italian some; and, 'tis thought, In France: 'tis plate, of rare device: and jewels, one of Leonatus' friends. of rich and exquisite form; their values great ; Clo. Leonatus! a banished rascal ; and he's another, And I am something curious, being strange,

whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger ? To have them in safe stowage. May it please you

1 Lord. One of your lordship’s pages. To take them in protection ?

Clo. Is it fit, I went to look upon him? Is there no
Imo. Willingly;

derogation in't?
And pawn mine honour for their safety: since 1 Lord. You cannot derogate, my lord!
My lord hath interest in them, I will keep them Clo. Not easily, I think.
In my bed-chamber.

2 Lord. You are a fool granted; therefore your luch. They are in a trunk,

issues being foolish, do not derogate. [ 4 side. Attended by my men: I will make bold

Clo. Come, go see this Italian! What I have lost To send them to you, only for this night;

to-day at bowls, I'll win to-night of him. Come, go! I must aboard to-morrow.

2 Lord. I'll attend your lordship! Imo. O, no, no !

(Exeunt Cloten und first Lord. Iach. Yes, I beseech; or I shall short my word, That such a crafty devil as is his mother By length ’ning my return. From Gallia

Should yield the world this ass! a woman, that I cross'd the seas on purpose, and on promise

Bears all down with her brain ; and this her son
To see your grace.

Cannot take two from twenty for his heart, .
Imo. I thank you for your pains !

And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess,
But not away to-morrow?

Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'st!
Iach. O, I must, madam!

Betwixt a father by thy step-dame govern'd;
Therefore, I shall beseech you, if you please

A mother hourly coining plots; a wooer,
To greet your lord with writing, do't to-night: More hateful, than the foul expulsion is
I have outstood my time; which is material Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act
To the tender of our present.

of the divorce he'd make! The heavens hold firm Imo. I will write.

The walls of thy dear honour; keep unshak'd
Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept, That temple, thy fair mind; that thon may'st stand,
And truly yielded you! You are very welcome! To enjoy thy banish'd lord, and this great land !
(Exeunt.

(Erit. SCENE II. A bed-chamber; in one purt of it a

trunk. А ст II.

Imogen, reading in her bed ; a Lady attending,
SCENE I. - Court before Cymbelina's palace. Imo, Who's there? my woman Helen?

Lady. Please you, madam!
Enter Cloten, and two Lords.

Imo. What hour is it?
Clo. Was there ever man had such luck! when 1 Lady. Almost midcight, madam!
kissed the jack upon an up-cast, to be hit away! 1| Imo. I have read three hours then: mine eyes are
had an hundred pound on't: and then a whoreson weak:
jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I Fold down the leaf, where I have left. To bed!

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Take not away the taper, leave it burning : rlo, let her remain ; but I'll never give o'er. First,
And if thou canst awake by four o'the clock, a very excellent good-conceited thing; after, a won-

0 I prythee, call me! Sleep hath seiz'd me wholly. derful sweet air, with admirable rich words to it,- I [Exit Lady. and then let her consider.

BTo your protection I commend me, gods! From fairies, and the tempters of the night,

SONG. Guard me, beseech ye!

Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, {Sleeps. lacuno, from the trunk.

And Phoebus 'gins arise, Iach. The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd

His steeds to water at those springs

On chalic'd flowers that lies: Repairs itself by rest. Our Tarquin thus

And winking Mury-buds begin Did softly press the rushes, ere he waken'd

To ope their golden eyes; The chastity he wounded. - Cytherea,

With every thing that pretty bin: How bravely thou becom'st thy bed! fresh lily!

My lady sweet, arise!
And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch!

Arise, arise!
But kiss; one kiss! - Rubies uvparagon'd, So, get you gone! If this penetrate, I will consider
How dearly they do't! — 'Tis her breathing that your music the better; if it do not, it is a vice in
Perfumes the chamber thus. The flame o'the taper her ears, which horse-hairs, and cat-guts, nor the
Bows toward her; and would underpeep her lids, voice of unpaved eunuch to boot, can never amend.
To see the enclosed lights, now canopied

(Exeunt Musicians. Under these windows. White and azure, lac'd

Enter Cymdeline and Queen.
With blue of heavens' own tinct. — But my design ? 2 Lord. Here comes the king!
To note the chamber:- I will write all down :- Clo. I am glad, I was up so late; for that's the
Such, and such, pictures. - There the window:

reason I was up so early. He cannot choose but take
such

this service I have done, fatherly,

Good morto The adornment of her bed; the arras, figures, to your majesty, and to my gracious mother! Why, such, and such :- and the contents o’the story - Cym. Attend you here the door of our stern Ah, but some natural notes about her body,

daughter? Above ten thousand meaner moveables

Will she not forth? Would testify, to enrich mine inventory:

Clo. I have assailed her with music, but she rouchO sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her! safes no notice. And be her sense but as a monument,

Cym. The exile of her minion is too new; Thus in a chapel lying! - Come off, come off! She hath n

yet forgot him: some more time (Taking off her bracelet. Must wear the print of his remembrance out, As slippery, as the Gordian knot was hard !

And then she's yours. 'Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly,

Queen. You are most bound to the king;
As strongly, as the conscience does within, Who lets go by no vantages, that may
To the madding of her lord. On her left breast Prefer you to his daughter. Frame yourself
A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops To orderly solicits; and be friended
I'the bottom of a cowslip. Here's a voucher, With aptness of the season: make denials
Stronger than ever law could make: this secret Increase your services: so seem, as if
Will force him think I have píck'd the lock, and ta’en You were inspir'd to do those daties, which
The treasure of her honour. No more!-To what end? You tender to her; that you in all obey her,
Why should I write this down, that's rivetted, Save when command to your dismission teuds,
Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading late And therein you are senseless.
The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd down, Clo, Senseless? not so.
Where Philomel gave up;
- I have enough.

Enter a Messenger.
To the trunk again, and shut the spring of it. Mess. So like you, sir, ambassadors from Rome;
Swist, swift, you dragons of the night!-that dawning The one is Caius Lucius.
May bare the raven's eye: I lodge in fear;

Cym. A worthy fellow,
Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here. Albeit he comes on angry purpose now;

(Clock strikes. But that's no fault of his. We must receive him One, two, three, -Time, time!

According to the honour of his sender; [Goes into the trunk. The scene closes. And towards himself, his goodness forespent on us; SCENE III. An antichamber adjoining luoger's We must extend our notice.--- Our dear son, apartment.

When you have given good morning to your misEnter Cloten and Lords.

tress, 1 Lord. Your lordship is the most patient man Attend the queen, and us; we shall have need in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace. To employ you towards this Roman. Clo. It would make any man cold to lose. 1 Lord. But not every man patient, after the noble

[Exeunt Cym. Queen, Lords, and des temper of your lordship; you are most hot, and fu-clo. If she be up, I'll speak with her; if not, rious, when you win.

Let her lie still, and dream. - By your
Clo. Winning would put any man into courage. If
I could get this foolish Imogen, I should have gold I know her women are about her; what
enough. It's almost morning, is't not?

If I do line one of their hands ? 'Tis gold,
1 Lord. Day, my lord !
Clo. I would this music would come: I am advis- Diava's rangers false themselves, yield up

Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and makes ed to give her music o’mornings; they say, it will Their deer to the stand of the stealer; and 'tis gold penetrate.

Which makes the true man kill'd, and saves the Enter Musicians.

thief; Come on, tune! If you can penetrate her with your Nay, sometimes, hangs both thief and true mam fingering, so; we'll try with tongue too: if noue will What

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Clo. The south-fog rot him!
One of her women lawyer to me; for

Imo. He never can meet more mischance, than
I yet not understand the case myself.
By your leave!

(Knocks. To be but nam'd of thee. His meanest garment, Enter a Lady.

That ever hath but clipp'd his body, is dearer, Lady. Who's there, that knocks?

In my respect, than all the hairs above thee, Clo. A gentleman.

Were they all made such men. —How now, Pisanio ?
Lady. No more?

Enter Pisanio.
Clo. Yes, and a gentlewoman's son.

Clo. His garment ? Now, the devil —
Lady. That's more

Imo. To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently!
Than some, whose tailors are as dear, as yours,

Clo. His garment ?
Can justly boast of. What's your lordship’s plea- Imo. I am sprighted with a fool;
sure?

Frighted, and anger'd worse. — Go, bid my woman
Clo. Your lady's person: is she ready?

Search for a jewel, that too casually
Lady. Ay,

Hath left mine arm; it was thy master's; 'shrew me,
To keep her chamber.

If I would lose it for a revenue
Clo. There's gold for you ; sell me your good report. of any king's in Europe. I do think,
Lady. How! my good name? or to report of you I saw't this morning : confident I am,
What I shall think is good ? — The princess — Last night 'twas on mine arm; I kiss'd it:
Enter IMOGEN.

I hope it be not gone, to tell my lord
Clo. Good-morrow, fairest sister! Your sweet hand! That I kiss aught but he.
Imo. Good-morrow, sir! You lay out too much Pis. 'Twill not be lost.
pains

Imo. I hope so: go, and search! (Exit Pis.
For purchasing but trouble; the tlauks I give,

Clo. You have abus'd me.
Is telling you, that I am poor of thanks,

His meanest garment?
And scarce can spare them.

Imo. Ay; I said so, sir!
Clo. Still, I swear, I love you!

If you will make't an action, call witness to't.
Imo. If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me: clo. I will inform your father.
If you swear still, your recompence is still

Imo. Your mother too:
That I regard it not.

She's my good lady; and will conceive, I hope,
Clo. This is no answer.

But the worst of me. So I leave you, sir,
Imo. But that you shall not say I yield, being si- To the worst of discontent.

(Exit. lent,

Clo. I'll be reveng'd:
I would not speak. I pray you, spare me! i'faith, His meanest garment? - Well!

[Exit.
I shall unfold equal discourtesy
To your best kindness; one of your great knowing SCENE IV. Rome. An apartment in Philario's
Should learn, being taught, forbearance.

house.
Clo. To leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin :

Enter Post UMC's and PhilARTO.
I will not.

Post. Fear it not, sir: I would, I were so sure
Imo. Fools are not mad folks.

To win the king, as I am bold, her honour
Clo. Do you call me fool?

Will remain hers.
Imo. As I am mad, I do:

Phi. What means do you make to him?
If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad;

Post. Not any; but abide the change of time;
That cures us both. I am much sorry, sir,

Quake in the present winter's state, and wish You put me to forget a lady's manners,

That warmer days would come. In these fear'd
By being so verbal: and learn now, for all,

hopes,
That I, which know my heart, do here pronounce, I barely gratify your love; they failing,
By the very truth of it, I care not for you; I must die much your debtor.
And am so near the lack of charity,

Phi. Your very goodness, and your company,
(To accuse myself) I hate you: which I had rather O’erpays all I can do. By this, your king
You felt, than make't my boast.

Hatli heard of great Augustus. Caius Lucius
Clo. You sin against

Will do his commission throughly: and, I think,
Obedience, which you owe your father. For He'll grant the tribute, send the arrearages,
The contract you pretend with that base wretch, Or look upon our Romans, whose remembrance
(One, bred of alms, and foster'd with cold dishes, Is yet fresh in their grief.
With scraps o'the court,) it is no contract, none: Post, I do believe,
And though it be allow'd in meaner parties, (Statist though I am none, nor like to be,)
(Yet who, than he, more mean?f to knit their souls That this will prove a war; and you shall hear
(On whom there is no more dependency

The legions, now in Gallia, sooner landed
But brats and beggary) in self-figur'd knot; In our not-fearing Britain, than have tidings
Yet you are curb’d from that enlargement by of any penny tribute paid. Our countrymen
The consequence o'the crown; and must not soil dre men more order'd, than when Julius Caesar
The precious note of it with a base slave,

Smild at their lack of skill, but found their courage
A hilding for a livery, a squire's cloth,

Worthy his frowning at: their discipline
A pantler, not so eminent.

(Now mingled with their courages) will make known Imo. Profane fellow!

To their approvers, they are people, such
Wert thou the son of Japiter, and no more, That mend upon the world.
But what thou art, besides, thou wert too base

Enter ÍACHIMO.
To be his groom : thou wert dignified enough, Phi. See! Iachimo!
Even to the point of envy, if ’twere made

Post. The swiftest harts have posted you by land :
Comparative for your virtues, to be styl’d

And winds of all the corners kiss'd your sails,
The under-hangman of his kingdom; and hated To make your vessel nimble.
For being preferr’d so well.

Phi. Welcome, sir !

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Post. I hope, the briefness of your answer made Post. This is a thing,
The speedivess of your return.

Which you might from relation likewise reap; luch. Your lady

Being, as it is, much spoke of.
Is one the fairest, that I have look'd upon.

lach. The roof o'the chamber
Post. And, therewithal, the best; or let her beauty With golden cherubins is fretted: her andirons
Look through a casement to allure false hearts, (I had forgot them,) were two winking Cupids
Aud be false with them.

Of silver, each on one foot standing, nicely lach. Here are letters for you.

Depending on their brands. Post. Their tenor good, I trusl.

Post. This is her honour! lach. 'Tis very like,

Let it be granted, you have seen all this, (and praise Phi. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court, Be given to your remembrance,) the description When you were there?

of what is in her chamber, nothing saves Iach. He was expected then,

The wager you have laid. But not approach’d.

Iach. Then, if you can, (Pulling out the bracelet

. Post. All is well yet.

Be pale; I beg but leave to air this jewel: see! Sparkles this stone as it was wont? or is't not And now 'tis up again, It must be married To dull for your good wearing ?

To that your diamond; I'll keep them. Jach. If I have lost it,

Post. Jove! I should have lost the worth of it in gold.

Once more let me behold it. Is it that
I'll make a journey twice as far, to enjoy

Which I left with her?
A second night of such sweet shortness, which Iach. Sir, (I thank her,) that.
Was mine in Britain; for the ring is won. She stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet;
Post. The stone's too hard to come by.

Her pretty action did outsell her gift, lach. Not a whit,

And yet enrich'd it too. She gave it me, and said, Your lady being so easy.

She priz'd it once.
Post. Make not, sir,

Post. May be, she pluck'd it off,
Your loss your sport: I hope, you know, that we To send it me.
Must not continue friends.

Iach. She writes so to you? doth she? lach. Good sir, we must,

Post. 0, no, no, no! 'tis true! Here, take this If you keep covenant. Had I not brought

too;

[Gives the ring. The knowledge of your mistress home, I grant It is a basilisk anto mine

eye, We were to question further: but I now

Kills me to look on't. Let there be no honour, Profess myself the winner of her honour,

Where there is beauty; truth, where semblance ; lore, Together with your ring; and not the wronger Where there's another man. The vows of women, of her, or you, having proceeded but

Of no more bondage be, to where they are made, By both your wills.

Than they are to their virtues : which is nothing.– Post. If you can make't apparent,

O, above measure false! That you have tasted her in bed, my

hand

Phi. Have patience, sir, And ring is yours : if not, the foul opinion And take your ring again; 'tis not yet won: You had of her pure honour, gains, or loses, It may be probable, she lost it; or, Your sword, or mine; or masterless leaves both Who knows, if one of her women, being corrupted

, To who shall find them.

Hath stolen it from her.
Jach. Sir, my circumstances,

Post. Very true!
Being so near the truth, as I will make them, And so, I hope, he came by't. — Back my riog;-
Musť first induce you to believe: whose strength Render to me some corporal sign about her,
I will confirm with oath ; which, 1 doubt not, More evident than this; for this was stolen.
You'll give me leave to spare, when you shall find Iach. By Jupiter, I had it from her arm!
You need it not.

Post. Iark you, he swears! by Jupiter he swears! Post. Proceed!

'Tis true; - nay, keep the ring—'tis true! I am sure, lach. First, her bed-chamber,

She would not lose it: her attendants are
(Where, I confess, I slept not; but, profess, All sworn, and honourable. -They induc'd to stealit!
Had that was well worth watching, it was hang'd Aud by a stranger ?--No, he hath enjoy'd her:
With tapestry of silk and silver; the story The cognizance of her incontinency
Proud Cleopatra, when she met her Roman,

Is this,

she hath bought the name of whore thus And Cydnus swell’d above the banks, or for

dearly.
The press of boats, or pride. A piece of work There, take thy hire; and all the fiends of hell
So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive

Divide themselves between you !
In workmanship, and value; which, I wonder'd, Phi. Sir, be patient!
Could be so rarely and exactly wrought,

This is not strong enough to be believ'd
Since the true life on't was

of one persuaded well of
Post. This is true;

Post. Never talk on't;
And this you might have heard of here, by me, She hath been colted by him.
Or by some other.

Iach. If you seek
Iach. More particulars

For further satisfying, under her breast
Must justify my knowledge.

(Worthy the pressiog, lies a mole, right proud Post. So they must,

of that most delicate lodging. By my life

, Or do your honour injury.

I kiss'd it! and it gave me present hunger
Jach. The chimney

To feed again, though fall. You do remember
Is south the chamber; and the chimney-piece, This stain upon her?
Chaste Diau, bathing : never saw I figures

Post. Ay, and it doth confirm
So likely to report themselves; the cutter

Another stain, as big, as hell can hold,
Was as another nature, dumb; outwent her, Were there no more but it.
Motion and breath left out.

lach. Will you hear more?

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Post. Spare your arithmetic: never count the turns; Ere such another Julius. Britain is
Once, and a million !

A world by itself; and we will nothing pay
Iach. I'll be sworn,

For wearing our own noses.
Post. No swearing!

Queen. That opportunity,
If you will swear you have not done't, you lie! Which then they had to take from us, to resume
And I will kill thee, if thou dost deny

We have again. — Remember, sir, my liege,
Thou hast made me cuckold.

The kings your ancestors; together with
Iach. I will deny nothing.

The natural bravery of your isle; which stands
Post. O, that I had her here, to tear her limb-meal! As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in
I will go there, and do't! i'the court! before With rocks unscaleable, and roaring waters ;
Her father! — I'll do something-

[Exit. With sands, that will not bear your enemies' boats, Phi. Quite besides

But suck them up to the top-mast. A kind of conquest
The government of patience! - You have won! Caesar made here: but made not here his brag
Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath Of, came, and saw, and overcame : with shame
He hath against himself.

(The first that ever touch'd him,) he was carried Iach. With all my heart!

(Exeunt. From off our coast, twice beaten; and his shipping, SCENE V.- The same. Another room in the same. (Poor ignorant baubles !) on our terrible seas, Enter PostatMUS.

Like egg-shells mov'd upon their surges, crack'd Post. Is there no way for men to be, but women As easily 'gainst our rocks. For joy whereof, Must be half-workers? We are bastards all; The fam'd Cassibelan, who was once at point And that most vencrable man, which I

(0, giglot fortune!) to master Caesar's sword, Did call my father, was I know not where

Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright,
When I was stamp'd; some coiner with his tools And Britons strut with courage.
Made me a counterfeit: yet my mother seem'd Clo. Come, there's no more tribute to be paid. Our
The Dian of that time: so doth my wife

kingdom is stronger, than it was at that time; and, The nonpareil of this.- O vengeance, vengeance ! as I said, there is no more such Caesars; other of Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd,

them may have crooked noses; but, to owe such
And pray'd me, oft, forbearance: did it with straight arms, none.
A pudency so rosy, the sweet view on't

Cym. Son, let your mother end !
Might well have warm’d old Saturn; that I thonght her clo. We have yet many among us can gripe as hard,
As chaste, as unsunn'd snow. -0, all the devils ! . as Cassibelan: I do not say, I am one; but I have a
This yellow Iachimo, in an hour, — was't not? — hand. – Why tribute? why should we pay tribute?
Pr less, - at first. Perchance he spoke not; but, If Caesar can hide the sun from us with a blankes
Like a full acorn'd boar, a German one,

or put the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tri-
Cry’d, oh! and mounted: found no opposition bute for light; else, sir, no more tribute, pray you now!
But what he look'd for should oppose, and she Cym. You must know,
Should from encounter guard. Could I find out Till the injurious Romans did extort
The woman's part in me! For there's no motion, This tribute from us, we were free: Caesar's ambition,
That tends to vice in man, but I affirm

(Which swell’d so much, that it did almost stretch
It is the woman's part. Be it lying, note it, The sides o'the world,) against all colour, here
The woman's ; flattering, hers; deceiving, hers ; Did put the yoke upon us; which to shake off,
Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain, Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon
Nice longings, slanders, mutability,

Ourselves to be. We do say then to Caesar,
All faults that may be nam'd, nay, that hell knows, Our ancestor was that Mulmutius, which
Why, hers, in part, or all; but rather, all! Ordain'd our laws; (whose use the sword of Caesar
For even to vice

Hath too much mangled; whose repair and franchise,
They are not constant, but are changing still Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed,
One vice, but of a minute old, for one

Though Rome be therefore angry ;) Mulmutius,
Not half so old as that. I'll write against them, Who was the first of Britain, which did pnt
Detest thcm, curse them! – Yet 'tis greater skill His brows within a golden crowy, and call’d
Iu a true hate, to pray they have their will:

Himself a king.
The very devils caunot plague them better. (Exit. Luc. I am sorry, Cymbeline,

That I am to pronounce Augustus Caesar

(Cacsar, that hath more kings his servants, than A CT III.

Thyself domestic officers,) thine enemy:
SCENE I. - Britain. A room of state in Crabe-Receive it from me, then! -War, and confusion,
Line's palace.

In Caesar's name pronounce I'gainst thre! look Enter Cymbeline, Queen, Cloter, and Lords, at one For fury not to be resisted! - Thus defied, door: and at another, Caius Lucius, and Attend- I thank thee for myself!

Cym. Thou art welcome, Caius!
Cym. Now say, what would Augustus Caesar with us? Thy Caesar knighted me: my yonth I spent
Luc. When Julius Caesar (whose remembrance yet Much onder him; of him I gather'd honour;
Lives in men's eyes: and will to ears, and tongues, Which he, to seek of me again, perforce,
Be theme, and hearing ever,) was in this Britain, Behoves me keep at utterance; I am perfect,
And conquer'd it, Cassibelan, thine uncle,

That the Pannoniaos aud Dalmatians, for
(Famous in Caesar's praises, vo whit less

Their liberties, are now in arms: a precedent,
Than in his feats deserving it,) for him,

Which, not to read, wonld show the Britons cold :
And his succession, granted Rome a tribute, So Caesar shall not find them.
Yearly three thousand pounds; which by thee lately Luc. Let proof speak.
Is left uptender'd.

Clo. His majesty bids you welcome. Make pastime
Queen. And, to kill the marvel,

with as a day, or two, longer. If you seek us afterShall be so ever.

wards in other terms, you shall lind us in our saltClo. There be many Caesars,

water girdle: if you beat us out of it, it is yours; it

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