lach. 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 kist it, and it gave me present 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.

lach. Will you hear more?

Poft. Spare your arithmetick.

Count not the turns: once, and a million!

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

Phi. Quite befides

The government of patience! you have won;

Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath

He hath against himself.

lach. With all my heart.

[Exit.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE VII.

Enter Pofthumus.

Poft. < Is there no way for men to be, but women 'Must be half-workers? we are bastards all,

And that moft venerable man which I
'Did call my father, was I know not where,

• When I was stampt. Some coyner with his tools
‹ Made me a counterfeit; yet my mother seem'd
'The Dian of that time; fo doth my wife

The non-pareil of this ---- Oh vengeance, vengeance! "Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd,

'And pray'd me oft forbearance; did it with A pudency fo rofie, the sweet view on't

a

Might well have warm'd old Saturn --- that I thought her As chafte, as unfunn'd fnow. Oh, all the devils! This yellow lachimo in an hour was't not?---Or lefs; at firft? perchance he spoke not, but • Like a full-acorn'd boar, a-churning on, Cry'd oh! and mounted; found no opposition But what he look'd for fhould oppose, 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 man, 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, disdain, 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 conftant, but are changing still;

'One vice, but of a minute old, for one

A Jermen one, in the firft editions; fince alter'd to a German one.

• Not

Not half fo old as that. I'll write against them,

1111

'Deteft 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.

CYMBELINE's Palace.

Enter in ftate, Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, and lords at one door; and at another, Caius Lucius and attendants.

N

CYMBELIN E.

OW fay, what would Auguftus Cæfar with us?
Luc. When Julius Cæfar, (whole remembrance
yet

Lives in mens eyes, and will to ears and tongues
Be theme, and hearing ever) was in Britain,

And conquer'd it, Caffibelan thine uncle

Famous in Cafar's praises, no whit less

Than in his feats deserving 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 marvail,

Shall be fo ever.

Clot. There be many Cæfars,

Ere fuch another Julius: Britain is
A world it self, and we will nothing pay

For wearing our own noses.

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 nat❜ral brav'ry of your ifle, which stands
As Neptune's park ribbed and paled in
With oaks unskaleable, and roaring waters,

With fand that will not bear your enemies boats,

But fuck them up to th' top-maft. A kind of conquest
Cæfar made here, but made not here his brag
Of, came, and Saw, and overcame: With fhame,
(The first that ever touch'd him) he was carried
From off our coast, 'twice beaten; and his shipping,
(Poor ignorant baubles,) on our terrible seas,
Like egg-shells mov'd upon their furges, crack'd
As easily 'gainst our rocks. For joy whereof,
The fam❜d Caffibelan, who was once at point
(Oh giglet fortune!) to mafter Cafar's (word,
Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright,
And Britains ftrut 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 Cafars; other of them may have crook'd noses, but to own such strait 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 Caefar 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,

'Till the injurious Romans did extort

This tribute from us, we were free. Cæfar's ambition,

Which fwell'd so much, that it did almoft ftretch

The

The fides o'th' world, against all colour here
Did put the yoke upon's; which to shake off
Becomes a warlike people, (which we reckon
Our felves to be) to do. Say then to Cæfar,
Our ancestor was that Mulmutius, who
Ordain'd our laws, whose use the sword of Cafar
Hath too much mangled; whofe repair and franchise,
Shall by the power we hold be our good deed,
Though Rome be therefore angry. That Mulmutius
Who was the first of Britain, which did put
His brows within a golden crown, and call'd
Himself a King.

Luc. I'm forry, Cymbeline,

That I am to pronounce Auguftus Cefar,
(Cæfar that hath more kings his servants, than
Thy felf domestick officers) thine enemy.
Receive it from me then. War and confufion
In Cafar's name pronounce I 'gainst thee: look
For fury, not to be refifted. Thus defy'd,
I thank thee for my felf.

Caius,

Cym. Thou'rt welcome,
Thy Cafar knighted me; my youth I spent
Much under him: of him I gather'd honour,
Which he to seek of me again perforce,
Behooves me keep at variance. I am perfect,
That the Pannonians and Dalmatians, for
Their liberties, are now in arms: a precedent
Which not to read, would fhew the Britains cold:
So Cæfar fhall not find them.

Luc. Let proof fpeak.

Clot. His Majefty bids you welcome. Make pastime with us a day or two, or longer: if you feek us afterwards on other terms,

you shall find us in our falt-water girdle: if you beat us out of it,