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Let me benr no more. To entrent your grace but in a small request, Fach, o dearest soul! your cause doth strike my || And yet of moment too, for it concerns heart

Your lord ; myself, and other noble friends, With pity, that doth make me sick. A lady

Are partners in the business. So fair, and fastep'd to an empery,

Imo.

Pray, what is't? Would make the great'st king double ! to be partner'd lach. Some dozen Romans of us, and your lori, With tomboys, bir'd with that self-exhibition (The best seather of our wing) have mingled sums Which your own coffers yield! with diseas'd rentures,

To buy a present for the emperor; That play with all infirmities for gold,

Which I, the factor for the rest, have dene Which rottenness can lend nature! such boil'd stuff,

In France : 'Tis plate, of rare device; and jewels, As well might poisou poison ! Be revengd;

Of rich and exquisite form; their values great : Or she, that bore you, was no queen, and you And I am something curious, being strange, Recoil from your great stock.

To bave them in safe stowage; May it please you Imo. Reveng'd !

To take them in protection? How should I be revengd ? If this be true,

Imo.

Willingly; (As I have such a heart, that both mine cars

And pawn mine honour for their safety: since Must not in haste abuse,) if it be true,

My lord hath interest in them, I will keep them
How should I be reveng'd ?

In my bed-chamber.
Tacho
Should he make me

lach.

They are in a trunk, Live like Diana's priest, betwixt cold sheets;

Attended by my men: I will make bold Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps,

To send them to you only for this night; In your despite, upon your purse? Revenge it.

I must aboard to-morrow. I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure ;

Imn.

O, no, no. More noble than that runagate to your bed ;

Tach. Yes, I beseech ; or I shall short my word, And will continue fast to your affection,

By length'ning my retnrn. From Gallia
Still close, as sure.

I cross’d the seas on purpose, and on promise
Imo.
What ho, Pisanio!

To see your grace. lach. Let me my service tender on yonr lips.

Imo.

I thank you for your pains; Imo. Away!-I clo condemn mine ears, that have

But not away to-morrow? So long attended thee.-If thou wert honourable, Iach.

0.1 must, madam : Thou would'st have told this tale for virtue, not Therefore, I shall beseech you, if you please For such an end thou seek'st; as base, as strange. To greet your lord with writing, do't tonight: Tholl wrong'st a gentleman, who is as far

I have outstood my time; which is material From thy report, as thou from honour; and

To the tender of our present. Solicit'st here a lady, that disdains

Imo.

I will write.
'Thee and the devil alike :-What ho, Pisanio! - Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept,
The king my father shall be made acquainted And truly yielded you: You are very welcome.
Of thy assault ; if he shall think it fit,

[E.xeunte
A saucy stranger, in his court, to mart
As in a Romish stew, and to exponnd
His beastly mind to us; he hath a comt
He little cares for, and a daughter whom

ACT II. He not respects at all.-What ho, Pisanio!

SCENE 1.-Court before Cymbeline's Palace. Enter lach. O happy Leonatus! I may say ;

Cloten, and two Lords.
The credit, that thy lady hath of thee,
Deserves thy trust; and thy most perfect goodness

Cloten.
Her assurd credit !-Blessed live you long!

WAS there ever man had such luck! when I kissed A lady to the worthiest sir, that ever

the jack upon an up-cast, to be hit away! I had a hun Country called his! and you his mistress, only dred pound on't: And then a whoreson jaekanapes For the most worthiest fit!-Give me your parlon. must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine I have spoke this, to know if your affiance

oaths of him, and might not spend thei'at my pleasures Were deeply rooted; and shall make your lord, i Lord. What got he by that? You have broke his That which he is, new o'er : and he is one

pate with your bowl. The truest-manner'd ; such a holy witch,

2 Lord. If his wit had been like him that broke it, That he enchants societies unto him :

it would have ran all out.

[Aside, Hall all men's hearts are his.

Clo. When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is, Imo.

You make amends. not for any standers-by to curtail his enths: Ha? lach. He sits 'mongst men, like a descended god : 2 Lord. No, my lord; nor [Aside.) crop the ears of He hath a kind of honour sets him off,

them. More than a mortal seeming. Be not angry,

Cla. Whoreson dog!-I give him satisfaction? Most mighty princess, that I have adventur: 'Would, he had been one of my rank ! To try yonr taking of a false report ; which hath 2 Lord. To have smelt like a fool. [.iside. Honour'd with confirmation your great judgement Clo. I am not more vexed at any thing in the earth,In the election of a sir so rare,

A pox on't! I had rather not be so noble as I am; they Which you know, cannot err: The love I bear him dare not fight with me, bxcause of the qneen ny mo Made me to fan you thus: but the gods made you, ther: every jack-slave hath his belly full of fighting, Unlike all others, chafiless. Pray, your pardon. and I must go up and down like a cock that no body Imo. All's well, sir: Take my power i'the court for can mateh. yours.

2 Lord. You are a cock, and copon too; and you Jach. My humble thanks. I had atost forgot crow, enck, with your conh on.

(Adjde.

Clo. Sapest thou?

Perfumes the chamber thus: The flame oʻthe taper 1 Lord. It is not fit, your lonlship should undertake Bows toward her; and would under-peep her lids, every companion that you give offenee to.

To see the enclosed lights, now canopied Cio. No, I know that: but it is fit, I should commit Under these windows: White and azure, laea offence to my inferiors.

With blue of heaven's own tinct.-But my design? 2 Lord. Ay, it is fit for your lordship only. To note the chamber :- I will write all down :Clo. Why, so I say.

Such, and such, pictures;–There the window ;-Such i Lord. Did you hear of a stranger, that's come to The adornment of her bed ;-The arras, figures, court to-night?

Why, such, and such :- And the contents o'tbe story,Clo. A stranger! and I not know on't!

Ah, but some natural notes about her body, 2 Lord. He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it Above ten thousand meaner moveables not.

[Aside. | Would testify, to enrich mine inventory: 1 Lard. There's an Italian come; and, 'tis thought, sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull apon ber! one of Leonatus' friends.

And be her sense but as a monument, Clo, Leonatus! a banished rascal; and he's another, Thus in a chapel lying !-Come off, come off ;whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger?

*[Taking of her brselet i Lord. One of your lordship's pages.

As slippery, as the Gordian knot was hard !Cio. Is it fit, I went to look upon him? Is there Do | 'Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly, dcrogation in't ?

As strongly as the conscience does within, 1 Lord. You cannot derogate, my lord.

To the madding of her lord. On her left breast Clo. Not easily, I think.

A mole cinqne-spotted, like the crimson drops 2 Lord. You are a fool granted; therefore your is I'the bottom of a cowslip: here's a voucher, sues being foolish, do not derogate. [Asidc. | Stronger than ever law could make: this secret

Clo. Come, I'll go see this Italian : what I have lost will force him think I have pick'd the lock, and ta'a to-day at bowls, I'll win tonight of him. Come, go. The treasure of her bonour. No more.- To what end! 2 Lord. I'll attend your lordship.

Why should I write this down, that's rivetted, [Exeunt Cloten and first Lord. Screwd-to my memory? She hath been reading late That such a crafty devil as is his mother

The tale of Tereus ; here the leaf's tum'd down, Should yield the world this ass! a woinan, that Where Philomel gave up ;-I have enough: Bears all down with her brain ; and this her son To the trunk again, and shut the spring of it. Cannot take two from twenty for his heart,

Swift, swift, you dragons of the night!-that dawning And leare eighteen. Alas, poor princess,

May bare the raven's cye: I lodge in fear; Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'st!

Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here. Betwixt a father by thy step-dame governd;

(Clack strikes A mother hourly coining plots; a wooer,

One, two, three, Time, time! More lateful than the foul expulsion is

(Goes into the trunk. The Sacre cast Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act of the divorce he'd make! The heavens hold firm

SCENE III.-An Anto-Chamber adjoining Images's The wnlls of thy dear bonour; keep unshaka

Apartment. Enter Cloten and Lords. That temple, tiy fair mind ; that thou may'st stand, To enjoy thy banish'd lord, and this great land ! 1 Lord. Your lordship is the most patient man in

[Exit. loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ase.

Clo. It would make any man cold to lose. SCENE II.- A Bed-Chamher; in one part of it a

i Lord. But not every man patient, after the noble trunk. Imogen reading in her bed ; a Lady attends || temper of your lordship; You are inost hot, and furiing.

ous, when you win. Imo. Who's there ? my woman Helen?

Clo. Winning would put any man into courage: If Lady.

Please you, madam. I could get this foolish Imogen, I should tave goll Imo. What hour is it?

enough: It's almost morning, is't not? Lady.

Almost midnight, madam. 1 Lord. Day, my lord. Imo. I have read three hours then; mine eyes are Clo. I would this music would come: Iam adried to weak;

give her music o’mornings; they say, it will penetrate. --Foid down the leaf where I have left. To bed :

Ener Musicians. Take not away the taper, leave it burning;

-Come on; tune: If you can penetrate her with your And if thon canst awake by four o'the clock,

fingering, so; we'll try with tongue 100: if none will I prythee, call me. Sleep hatà sciz'd tre wholly.

do, let her remain; but I'll never give o'er. First, a

[Fait Lady. Th yorir protection I commend me, gods !

very excellent good-conceited thing; after, a wonder

sul sweet air, with admirable rich words to it, and From fairics, and the tempters of the night,

then let her consider. Guard me, beseech ye !

[Sleeps. lachimo, from the trunk.

SONG. lach. The crickets sing, and man's c'er-labourd Hurk! hark! the lark at laven's gate sings

And Phoebus 'gins arist, Krpairs itself by rest: Our Tarquin thus

His steeds to water at those springs Did softly press the rushes, ere be wakeu'd

On cholic'd flowers that lies; The chastity he wounded.-Cytherea,

And rinking Mary-buds begin Ho: bravely thou becom'st thy bed! fresh lily!

To ope their golden cyes ; And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch! With every thing that pretty hin: miss, oue kiss !-Rubies unparagonil,

Mylarly creci, arise ; vly they do'r!-Tis hier brcathing that

Arire, arist.

Sense

So, get you gone: If this penetrate, I will consider || To keep her chamber. your music the better: if it do not, it is a vice in her Clo. There's gold for you; sell me your good report. ears, which horse-hairs, and cats-guts, nor the voice of Lady. How! my good name? or to report of you unpaved eunuch to boot, can never amend.

What I shall think is good ?- The princess
[E.xeunt Musicians.

Enter Imogen.
Enter Cymbeline and Queer.

Clo. Good morrow, fairest sister ; your sweet hand. 2 Lord. Here comes the king.

Inno. Good morrow, sir: You lay out too much pains Clo. I am glad, I was up so late: for that's the rea For purchasing but trouble: the thanks I give, son I was up so early:

-He cannot choose but take this Is telling you that I am poor of thanks, service I bave done, fatherly.--Good morrow to your And scarce can spare them. majesty, and to my gracious another.

Clo.

Still, I swear, I love you. Cym. Akend you here the door of our stern daugh Imo. If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me: ter?

If you swear still, your recompense is still Will she not forth?

That I regard it not. Clo. I Dave assailed her with music, but she vouch Clo.

This is no answer. safes no notice.

Imo. But that you shall not say I yield, being silenty Cym. The exile of her minion is too new;

I would not speak. I pray you, spare me: i'faith, She hath not yet forgot him: some more time I shall nnfold equal discourtesy Must wear the print of his remembrance out, To your læst kindsess; one of your great knowing And then she's yours.

Should learn, being taught, forbearance. Queen.

You are most bound to the king; Clo. To leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin : Who lets go by no vantages, that may

I will not. Prefer you to his daughter : Frame yourself

Imo. Fools are not mad folks. To orderly solicits ; and be friended

Clo.

Do you call me fool? With aptness of the season : make denials

Imo. As I am mad, I do: Increase your services : so seem, as if

If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad; You were inspir'd to do those duties which

That cures us both. I am much sorry, sir, You tender to her ; that you in all obey her,

You put me to forget a lady's manners, Save when command to your dismission tends, By being so verbal: and learn now, for all, And therein you are senseless.

That I, which know my heart, do here pronounce, Clo.

Senseless? not so. By the very truth of it, I care not for you ;
Enter a Messenger.

And am so near the lack of charity,
Mes. So like you, air, ambassadors from Rome; (To accuse myself) I hate you : which I had rather
The one is Caius Lucius.

You felt, than make't my boast.
Cym. .
A worthy fellow,

Clo.

You sin against Albeit le comes on angry purpose now;

Obedience, which you owe your father. For But that's no fault of his : We must receive him The contract you pretend with that base wretch, According to the honour of his sender;

(One, bred of alms, and foster'd with cold dishes, And towards himself his goodnesss furespent on us With scraps o'the court.) it is do contract, none: We must extend our notice.-Our dear son,

And though it be allow'd in meaner parties, When you have given good morning to your mistress, (Yet who, than he, more mean?) to koit their souls Attend the queen, and us; we shall have neert (On whom there is no more dependency To employ you towards this Romani.-Come, our

But brats and beggary) in self-figur'd knot; queen.

Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by [Exeunt Cym. Queen, Lords, and Messenger. The consequence o'the crown; and must not soil Clo. If she be up, I'll speak with her; if not,

The precious-note of it with a base slave, Let her lie still, and dream.-By your leave ho!

A hilding for a livery, a squire's cloth,

[Knocks. A pantler, not so eminent. I know her women are about her: What

Imo.

Profane fellow! If I do line one of their bands? 'Tis gold

Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more, Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and makes

But what thou art, besides, thou wert wo base Diana's rangers false themselves, yielu up

To be his groom : thou wert dignified enough Their deer to the stand of the stealer; and 'tis gold Even to the point of envy, if 'twere made Which makes the true man killd, and saves the thief; || Comparative for your virtues, to be styl’d Nay, sometime, hangs both thief and true man: What The under-hangman of his kingdom ; and hated Can it not do, and undo? I will make

For being preferr'd so well. One of her women lawyer to me; for

clo.

The south-fog rot bim! I yet not understand the case myself.

Imo. He never can meet more mischance, than come 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,

In my respect, than all the hairs above thee, Lady. Who's there, that knocks?

Were they all made sucha men.-Huw now, Pisanio?Clo.

A gentleman, Lady. No more?

Enter Pisanio. Clo.

Yes, and a gentlewoman's son. Clo. His garment ? Now, the devilLady. That's more

Imo. To Dorothy my wonan hie thee presenty:Than some, whose tailors are as dear as yours,

Clo. His garment? Can justly boast of: What's your lordship's pleasure? Imo.

I am spriglated with a fool ; Clo. Your tady's person : Is she ready?

Frighted, and anger'd worse :-Go, bid my woman Lady.

Ay,

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Hath left mine arm; it was the master's: 'shrew me, But not approach do
If I would lose it for a revenue

Post.

All is well yet Of any king's in Europe. I do think,

Sparkles this stone as it was wont? or is't not I saw't this morning: confident I am,

Tuo dull for your good wearing! Last night 'twas on mine arm ; I kiss'd it:

lach.

If I have lost it, I hope, it be not gone, to tell my lord

I should have lost the worth of it in gold. That I kiss auglat but lice

I'll make a journey twice as far, to enjoy Pis. "Twill not be lost.

A second night of such sweet shortness, which Imo. I liope go: go, and search. [Exit Pisanio, || Was mine in Britaia ; fur the ring is won. Clo.

You have abusd me: Post. The stone's too hard to come by. His mcanest garment ?

Iach.

Not a wbit, Imo. Ay; I said so, sir:

Your lady being so easy. If you will make't an action, call witness to's.

Post.

Make not, sir, Clo. I will inform your father.

Your loss your sport: I lope, you know that we Imo.

Your mother too;

Must not coatique friends, She's my good lady; and will conceive, I hope,

lach.

Good sir, we musta But the worst of me. So I leave you, six,

If you keep covenant: Had I not brought To the worst of discontent.

[Exit. | The knowledge of your jnistress houne, Ignat Cla. I'll be revengd ;

We were to question further: but I now llis mennest garment?-Well.

(Exit. Profess myself the winner of her honour, SCENE IV.- Rome. An Apartment in Philario's or her, or you, having proceeded but

Together with your ring; and not the wronger
House. Enter Posthumus and Philario.

By both your wills.
Post. Fear it not, sir: I would, I were so sure Post.

If you can make't apparent To win the king, as I am bold, ler honour

That you have tasted her in bed, my band, Will remain hers.

And ring, is yours : If not, the foul opinion Phi,

What meanis do you make to bio? You had of her pure honour, guins, or losca,
Post. Not any; but abide the change of time;

Your sword, or mine ; or masterless leaves bock
Quake in the present winter's state, and wish To who shall Gud them.
That warmer days would come : In these fuaru bopes, lach.

Sir, my circumstances,
I barely grauify your lote; they failing,

Being-so near the truth, as I will make them, I must die much your debtor.

Must first induce you to believe : whose strength
Phi. Your very goodness, and your company, I will confirm with oath ; which, I doubt tot,
O’erpays all I can do. By this, your king

You'll give me leave to spare, when you shall find
Hath heard of great Augustus: Caius Lucius You need it dot.
Will do his commissiou throughly: And, I think, Post.

Proceed.
He'll grant the tribute, send the arrarages,

lach.

First, her bed-chamber, Or look upon our Romans, whose remembrance

(Where, I confess, I slept not; but, profess, Is yet fresh in their grief.

Had that was well worth watching) it was lang
Post.
I do believe,

With tapestry of silk and silver; the story (Starist though I am none, nor like to be,)

Proud Cleopatra, when sbe met her Romma, That this will prove a war; and you shall hear And Cydnus swell'd above the bauks, or fur The legions, now in Gallia, sooner lander

The press of boats, or pride: A piece of work In our not-fearing Britain, than have tidings

So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive
of any pemy tribute paid. Our countrymen In workınanship, and value; wluich, I wonderl,
Are men more order'd, than when Julius Caesar

Could be so rarely and exactly wrought,
Sail'd at their lack of skill, but found their courage Since the true life ou't was-
Worthy lus frowning at: Tbeir discipline

Post.

This is true; (Now mingled with their courages) will make known And this you might have heard of bere, by nat, To their appruvers, they are people, such

Or by' some other That mend upon the world.

lach.

More particulars
Enter Iachimo.

Must justify my knowledge.
Phi. See ! Iachimo?

Post.

So they must,
Post. The swiftest harts have posted you hy land: Or do your honour injury.
And winds of all the corners kiss'd your sails,

lach.

The chimney
To make your vessel nimble.

Is south the chamber; and the chimney-piece,
Welcome, sir.

Chaste Dinn, bathing: never saw I figures
Post. I hope, the briefhess of your answer made So likely to report themselves: the cutter
The speediness of your return.

Was as another nature, dumb; out weut lier,
Your lady

Mutiou and breath left out.
Is one the fuirest that I have look'd upou.

Post.

This is a thing,
Post. And, therewithal, the best; or let her beauty Which you might from relatiou likewise raap:
Look uirough a casement to aliure false bearts, Being, as it is, much spoke of.
And be false with them.

lach. The roof o'the chamber lach.

Here are letters fur

you. With golden cherubins is fretted: Her andirons Post. Their tenor good, I trust.

(I had forgot them,) were two winking Capids lach.

'Tis very like. Of silver, each on one foot standing, uicely
Prii. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court, Depending up their brands.
When you were laure?

Port.
He was expected then, Let it be granted, you hare seen all this, (atud perzise

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Be given to your remembrance,) the description Thou hast made me cuckold. of what is in her chamber, nothing saves

lach.

I will deny nothing. The wager you have laid.

Post. O, that I had her here, to tear her limb-meal ! lach. Then, if you can,

I will go there, and do't ; i'the court ; before [Pulling out the bracelet. Her father :-I'll do something

[Exit. Be pale; I beg but leave to air this jewel: See! Phi.

Quite besides And now 'tis up again : It must be married

The government of patience !-- You have won : To that your diamond ; I'll keep them.

Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath Post.

Jove! He hath against himself. Once more let me behold it: Is it that

lach.

With all my heart. (E.reunt. Which I left with her? loch.

Sir, (I thank her.) that: SCENE V.-The same. Another Room in the same. She stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet;

Enter Posthumlis. Her pretty action did outsell her gift,

Post. Is there no way for men to be, but women
And yet evrich'd it too: She gave it me, and said, Must be half-workers? We are bastards all;
She priz'd it once.

And that most venemble man, which I
Pest.
May be, she pluck'd it off,

Did call my father, was I know not where
To send it me.

When I was stamp'd ; some coiner with his tools Iach. She writes so to you? doth she? Made me a counterfeit: Yet my another seem'd Post. O, no, no, no; 'Tis true. Here, take this too; The Dian of that time : so doth uy wife

(Gives the ring. | The nonpareil of this.-O vengeance, vengeance ! It is a basilisk unto mine eye,

Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd, Kills me to look on't:--Let there be no honour, And pray'd me, oft, forbearance : did it with Where there is beauty; truth, where semblance; love, A pudency so rosy, the sweet view on't Where there's another man : The vows of women Might well have waru'd old Saturn; that I thought Of no more bondage be, to where they are made,

her Than they are to their virtues; which is nothing: As chaste as unsunn'd snow :-0, all the devils ! O, above measure false !

This yellow lachimo, in an hour,-was't not?-
Phi.
Have patience, sir,

Or less,-at first : Perchance he spoke pot; but,
And take your ring again ; 'tis not yet won: Like a full-acorn'd boar, a German one,
It may be probable, she lost it; or,

Cried, oh! and mountıd: found no opposition Who knows if one of her women, being corrupted, But what he look'd for should oppose, and she Hath stolen it from her.

Should from encounter guard. Couid I find out Post. Very true ;

The woman's part in me! for there's no motion And so, I hope, he came by't:-Back my ring : That tends to vice in man, but I affiria Render to me some corporal sign about her,

It is the woman's part: Be it lying, note it, More evident than this; for this was stolen.

The woman's ; flattering, hers; dt ceiving, hers; Ioch. By Jupiter, I had it from her arm.

Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain,
Post. Hark you, he swears; by Jupiter he swears. Nice longings, slanders, mutability,
'Tis true;-nay, keep the ring-'tis true: I am sure, All faults that may be naın'd, nay, that hell knows,
She would not lose it: her attendants are

Why, hers, in part, or all ; but, rather, all:
All sworn, and honourable ;— They induc'd to steal it! For ev'y to vice
And by a stranger ?-No, he hath enjoy'd her: They are not constant, but are changing still
The cognizance of her incontinency

One vice, but ot'a minule old, for one Is this.-she hath bought the name of whore thus Not half so old as that. I'll write against them, dearly.

Detest thein, curse them :-Yet 'uis greater skill There, take thy hire; and all the fiends of hell In a true hate, to pray they hare their will: Divide themselves between you !

The very devils cannot plague them better. [Exit. Phi.

Sir, be patient:
This is not strong enough to be believ'd
Of one persuaded well of —
Post.
Never talk on't ;

ACT III.
She hath been colted by him.

SCENE I.-Britain. A Room of State in Cymbe lach. If you seek

line's Palace. Enter Cymbeline, Queen, Clotes, and For further satisfying, under her breast

Lords, at one Door; and at another, Caius Lucius, (Worthy the pressing) lies a mole, right proud

and Attendants. or that most delicate lodging: By niy life, I kiss'd it; and it gave me present hunger

Cymbeline. To feed again, though full. You do remember NOW say, what would Augustus Cæsar with us? This stain upon her?

Luc. When Julius Cæsar (whose remembrance yet Post. Ay, and it dot confirm

Lives in men's eyes; and will to ears and wgues, Another stain, as big as hell can hold,

Be theme, and hearing ever.) was in this Britain, Were there no more but it.

And conquer'd it, Cassibu lan, thine uncle, lach.

Will you hear more? (Fundous in Cæsar's praises, no whit iess
Post. Spare your arithmetic: never count the turns; Than in his fiats deserving il) for him,
Once, and a million !

A..a his succession, granted Rome a tribute,
Tach.
I'll be sworn, -

Yearly three thousand pounds; which by thee lately Post.

No swearing Is left untenderd. If you will swear you have not done't, you lie;

Queen. And, to kill the marvel, Anl I will kill thee, if thou dost deny

Shall be so ever.

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