Post. So they must, The chimney Or do your honour injury. Iach. Is south the chamber; and the chimney-piece, Post. This is a thing, Which you might from relation likewise reap; The roof o'the chamber Iach. Post. This is her honour! Let it be granted, you have seen all this (and praise 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. Post. Once more let me behold it: Is it that Which I left with her? Iach. Jove! Sir (I thank her), that: She stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet; Her pretty action did outsell her gift, And yet enrich'd it too: She gave it me, and said, She priz'd it once. Post. To send it me. May be, she pluck'd it off, * Ornamented iron bars which support wood burnt in chimneys. ↑ Torches in the hands of Cupids. Iach. She writes so to you? doth she? Post. O, no, no, no; 'tis true. Here, take this [Gives the ring. too; It is a basilisk unto mine eye, Kills me to look on't:-Let there be no honour, Where there is beauty; truth, where semblance; love, Where there's another man: The vows of women Of no more bondage be, to where they are made, Than they are to their virtues; which is nothing:O, above measure, false! Phi. Have patience, sir, And take your ring again; 'tis not yet won: It may be probable, she lost it; or, Who knows if one of her women, being corrupted, Hath stolen it from her? Post. Very true; And so, I hope, he came by't:-Back my ring ;- 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 honourable :-They induc'd to steal it? And by a stranger?-No, he hath enjoy'd her: Is this, she hath bought the name of whore thus dearly. There, take thy hire; and all the fiends of hell Phi. This is not strong enough to be believ'd Of one persuaded well of Post. She hath been colted by him. lach. Sir, be patient: Never talk on't; If you seek The badge; the token. For further satisfying, under her breast I kiss'd it; and it gave me present hunger Post. Ay, and it doth confirm Another stain, as big as hell can hold, Were there no more but it. 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 Phi. [Exit. Quite besides The government of patience! You have won: Post. 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 Might well have warm'd old Saturn; that I thought her As chaste as unsunn'd snow:-O, all the devils!- It is the woman's part: Be it lying, note it, All faults that may be nam'd, nay that hell knows, They are not constant, but are changing still [Exit. * Modesty. ACT III. SCENE I. Britain. A room of state in Cymbe line's palace. Enter Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, and Lords, at one door; and at another, Caius Lucius, and Attendants. Cym. Now say, us? what would Augustus Cæsar with 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 conquer'd 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 untender'd. 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, Queen. That opportunity, Which then they had to take from us, to resume With rocks unscaleable, and roaring waters; With sands, that will not bear your enemies' boats, But suck them up to the top-mast. A kind of con quest Cæsar made here; but made not here his brag, Of, came, and saw, and overcame: with shame |