Post. This is true; And this you might have heard of here, by me, Iach. More particulars Is south the chamber; and the chimney-piece, Post. This is a thing, Which you might from relation likewise reap; Iach. The roof o' the chamber 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, Be pale: I beg but leave to air this jewel-See! And now 'tis up again. Post. Jove! [Pulling out the Bracelet. Once more let me behold it: Is it that : Which I left with her? Iach. 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, Post. May be, she pluck'd it off, To send it me. Iach. She writes so to you-doth she? Post. Oh, 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 Phil. Have patience, sir, And take your ring again; 'tis not yet won: Who knows, if one of her women, being corrupted, Post. Very true; And so, I hope, he came by't:-Back my ring ;- Post. Hark you, he swears; by Jupiter, he swears! 'Tis true;-nay, keep the ring-'tis true; I am sure, She could not lose it: her attendants are All sworn, and honourable :—They induc'd to steal it! Is this, she hath bought the name of whore thus dearly. There, take thy hire; and all the fiends of hell Phil. Sir, be patient; This is not strong enough to be believ'd Post. Never talk on't: She hath been colted by him. For further satisfying, under her breast (Worthy the pressing,) lies a mole, right proud Of that most delicate lodging: By my life, I kiss'd it. 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? Tach. Will you hear more? Post. Spare your arithmetic; ne'er count the turns; Once, and a million! Iach. I'll be sworn Post. No swearing: If thou wilt swear thou hast not done't, thou liest; Thou hast made me cuckold. Iach. I will deny nothing. Post. O, that I had her here, to tear her limbmeal! I will go there, and do't, i' the court, before Her father:-I'll do something. Phil. Quite besides [Exit. The government of patience!-You have won ::: He hath against himself. Tach. With all my heart. I [Exeunt..! SCENE II. Britain. CYMBELINE's Palace. Drums and Trumpets. CYMBELINE, QUEEN, CLOTEN, the Two LORDS, CAIUS LUCIUS, and ATTENDANTS discovered. Cym. Now say, what would Augustus Cæsar with us? Luc. When Julius Cæsar Was in this Britain, And conquer'd it, Cassibelan, thine uncle, Queen. And, to kill the marvel, Shall be so ever. Cloten. There be many Cæsars, Ere such another Julius. Britain is A world by itself; and we will nothing pay 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. Cym. You must know, Till the injurious Roman did extort This tribute from us, we were free: Say then to Cæsar, Our ancestor was that Mulmutius, which Ordain'd our laws; whose use the sword of Cæsar Hath too much mangled; whose repair, and fran chise, Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed, Luc. I am sorry, Cymbeline, That I am to pronounce Augustus Cæsar Receive it from me then :-War, and confusion, Cym. Thou art welcome, Caius. Make Cloten. His majesty bids you welcome. pastime with us a day, or two, or 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 fall in the adventure, our crows shall yours; if you fare the better for you; and there's an end. is Luc. So, sir. Cym. I know your master's pleasure, and he mine: All the remain is, welcome. [Drums and Trumpets-Exeunt. SCENE III. An Apartment in CYMBELINE's Palace. Enter PISANIO; a Letter in his Hand. Pisanio. How! of adultery? Wherefore write you not What monster's her accuser?-Leonatus! |