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To make your vessel nimble.
Chaste Dian, bathing: never saw I figures Phi.
Welcome, sir. So likely to report themselves : the cutter Post. I hope, the briefness of your answer made Was as another nature, dumb; outwent her, The speediness of your return.
Motion and breath left out.
This is a thing,
Post. And, therewithal, the best; or let her beauty Being, as it is, much spoke of. Look through a casement to allure false hearts,
The roof o' the chamber And be false with them.
With golden cherubins is fretted: her andirons fach.
Here are letters for you. (I had forgot them) were two winking Cupids Post. Their tenor good, I trust.
Of silver, each on one foot standing, nicely Iach.
'Tis very like. Depending on their brands. Phi. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court, Post.
This is her honour... When you were there?
Let it be granted, you have seen all this, (and praise lach.
He was expected then, Be given to your remembrance,) the description But not approach'd.
Of what is in her chamber, nothing saves
The wager you have laid.
Then, if Too dull for your good wearing ?
Be pale: I beg but leave to air this jewel; see!Iach. If I have lost it,
[Producing the bracelet. I should have lost the worth of it in gold.
And now 'tis up again : it must be married l'll make a journey twice as far, t' enjoy
To that your diamond; I'll keep them. A second night of such sweet shortness, which Post.
Jove!Was inine in Britain; for the ring is won.
Once more let me behold it. Is it that Post. The stone's too hard to come by.
Which I left with her ? lach. Not a whit, Iach.
Sir, (I thank her,) that: Your lady being so easy.
She stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet;
Her pretty action did oursell her gift,
And said, she priz'd it once.
May be, she pluck'd it off, If you keep covenant. Had I not brought
To send it me. The knowledge of your mistress home, I grant
She writes so to you, doth she? We were to question further; but I now
Post. 0! no, no, no; 'tis true. Here, take this Profess myself the winner of her honour,
[Giving the ring. Together with your ring; and not the wronger
It is a basilisk upto mine eye, Of her, or you, having proceeded but
Kills me to look on't.-Let there be no honour, By both your wills.
Where there is beauty; truth, where semblance; Post. If you can make't apparent
love, That you have tasted her in bed, my hand,
Where there's another man: the vows of women And ring, is yours: if not, the foul opinion
Of no more bondage be, to where they are made, You had of her pure honour, gains, or loses, Than they are to their virtues, which is nothing.Your sword, or mine; or masterless leaves both O, above measure false To who shall find them.
Have patience, sir, Iach.
Sir, my circumstances, And take your ring again ; 'tis not yet won: Being so near the truth, as I will make them, It may be probable she lost it; or, Must first induce you to believe: whose strength Who knows, if one, her women, being corrupted, I will confirm with oath; which, I doubt not, Hath stolen it from her ? You'll give me leave to spare, when you shall find Post.
Very true; You need it not.
And so, I hope, he came by't.--Back my ring.Post. Proceed.
Render to me some corporal sign about her, Iach.
First, her bedchamber, More evident than this, for this was stolen. (Where, I confess, I slept not, but, profess,
Iach. By Jupiter, I had it from her arm. Had that was well worth watching,) it was hang'd Post. Hark you, he swears; by Jupiter he swears. With tapestry of silk and silver; the story, 'Tis true ;-nay, keep the ring—'tis true. I am sure, Proud Cleopatra, when she met her Roman, She would not lose it: her attendants are And Cydnus swell'd above the banks, or for All sworn, and honourable :—they induc'd to steal it! The press of boats, or pride: a piece of work And by a stranger!—No, he hath enjoy'd her! So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive
The cognizance of her incontinency In workmanship, and value; which, I wonder'd, Is this :-she hath bought the name of whore thus Could be so rarely and exactly wrought,
dearly:Since the true life on't was—
There, take thy hire; and all the fiends of hell Post.
This is true;
Divide themselves between you! And this you might have heard of here, by me, Phi.
Sir, be patient. Or by some other.
This is not strong enough to be believid
Of one persuaded well of —
Never talk on't; Post.
So they must,
She hath been colted by him. Or do your honour injury.
If you seek
For further satisfying, under her breast
Of that most delicate lodging: by my life,
Did call my father, was I know not where I kiss'd it, and it gave me present hunger
When I was stamped; some coiner with his tools To feed again, though full. You do remember Made me a counterfeit; yet my mother seemed This stain upon her ?
The Dian of that time; so doth my wife Post.
Ay, and it doth confirm The nonpareil of this.—0 vengeance, vengeance! Another stain, as big as bell can hold,
Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd, Were there no more but it.
And pray'd me ofi forbearance; did it with lach.
Will you hear more! A pudency so rosy, the sweet view on't Post. Spare your arithmetic: never count the Might well have warm’d old Saturn; that I thought turns ;
her Once, and a million!
As chaste as unsunn'd snow :-0, all the devils ! Iach. l'll be sworn,
This yellow Iachimo, in an hour,— was't not ?Post.
No swearing. Or less,--at first; perchance he spoke not, but, If you will swear you have not done 't, you lie ; Like a full-acorn'd boar, a German one, And I will kill thee, if thou dost deny
Cry'd "oh!” and mounted; found no opposition Thou 'st made me cuckold.
But what he look'd for should oppose, and she Iach.
I will deny nothing. Should from encounter guard. Could I find out Post. O, that I had her bere, to tear her Jimb-meal! The woman's part in me! For there's no motion I will go there and do't; i' the court; before That tends to vice in man, but I affirm Her father.—I'll do something
[Exit. It is the woman's part: be it lying, note it, Phi.
Quite besides The woman's; flattering, hers; deceiving, hers; The government of patience !-You have won : Lust and rank thoughts, hers, hers; revenges, hers; Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain, He hath against himself.
Nice longings, slanders, mutability, Iach.
With all my heart. All faults that may be nam’d; pay, that hell knows,
[Exeunt. Why, hers, in part, or all: but, rather, all;
For even to vice
One vice, but of a minute old, for one
Not half so old as that. I'll write against them,
The very devils cannot plague them better. [Erit.
SCENE I.-Britain. A Room of State in CYMBE- hard as Cassibelan: I do not say, I am one ; but I LINE's Palace.
have a hand.- Why tribute ? why should we pay
tribute? If Cæsar can hide the sun from us with Enter CYMBELINE, QUEEN, Cloten, and Lords,
a blanket, or put the moon in his pocket, we will at one door; and at another, Caius Lucius and
pay him tribute for light; else, sir, no more tribute, Attendants.
pray you now. Cym. Now say, what would Augustus Cæsar Cym. You must know, with us?
Till the injurious Romans did extort Luc. When Julius Cæsar (whose remembrance yet This tribute from us, we were free : Cæsar's amLives in men's eyes, and will to ears, and tongues,
bition, Be theme, and hearing ever) was in this Britain, (Which swell'd so much, that it did almost stretch And conquer'd it, Cassibelan, thine uncle,
The sides of the world,) against all colour, here (Famous in Cæsar's praises, no whit less
Did put the yoke upon us; which to shake off, Than in his feats deserving it,) for him,
Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon And his succession, granted Rome a tribute, Ourselves to be. We do say, then, to Cæsar, Yearly three thousand pounds; which by thee lately | Our ancestor was that Mulmutius, which Is left untender'd.
Ordain'd our laws; whose use the sword of Cæsar Queen. And, to kill the marvel,
Hath too much mangled; whose repair, and franShall be so ever.
chise, Clo. There be many Cæsars,
Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed, Ere such another Julius. Britain is
Though Rome be therefore angry. Mulmutius made A world by itself; and we will nothing pay,
our laws, For wearing our own noses.
Who was the first of Britain which did put Queen.
That opportunity His brows within a golden crown, and callid Which then they had to take from us, to resume
Himself a king. We have again.—Remember, sir, my liege,
I am sorry, Cymbeline, The kings your ancestors, together with
That I am to pronounce Augustus Cæsar The natural bravery of your isle; which stands (Cæsar, that hath more kings his servants, than As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in
Thyself domestic officers) thine enemy. With rocks unscaleable, and roaring waters; Receive it from me, then.- War, and confusion, With sands, that will not bear your enemies' boats, In Cæsar's name pronounce I'gainst thee: look But suck them up to the top-mast. A kind of con- For fury not to be resisted.—Thus defied, quest
I thank thee for myself. Cæsar made here; but made not here his brag
Thou art welcome, Caius. Of “came,” and “saw,” and “overcame :" with Thy Cæsar knighted me; my youth I spent shame
Much under him; of him I gather'd honour; (The first that ever touch'd him) he was carried Which he, to seek of me again, perforce, From off our coast, twice beaten; and his shipping, Behoves me keep at utterance. I am perfect, (Poor ignorant baubles !) on our terrible seas, That the Pannonians and Dalmatians, for Like egg-shells mov'd upon their surges, crack'd Their liberties, are now in arms; a precedent As easily 'gainst our rocks. For joy whereof Which not to read would show the Britons cold : The fam'd Cassibelan, who was once at point So Cæsar shall not find them. (0, giglot fortune!) to master Cæsar's sword,
Let proof speak. Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright,
Clo. His majesty bids you welcome. Make pasAnd Britons strut with courage.
time with us a day or two, or longer: if you seek Clo. Come, there's no more tribute to be paid. us afterwards in other terms, you shall find us in Our kingdom is stronger than it was at that time; our salt-water girdle: if you beat us out of it, it is and, as I said, there is no more such Cæsars : other yours. If you fall in the adventure, our crows of them may have crooked noses; but, to owe such shall fare the better for you; and there's an end. straight arms, none.
Luc. So, sir. Cym. Son, let your mother end.
Cym. I know your master's pleasure, and he mine: Clo. We have yet many among us can gripe as All the remain is, welcome.
SCENE II.-Another Room in the Same.
That we shall make in time, from our hence-going,
One score 'twixt sun and sun, Madam, 's enough for you, and too much, too.
Imo. Why, one that rode to 's execution, man, Could never go so slow: I have heard of riding wagers, Where horses have been nimbler than the sands That run i’ the clock's behalf.—But this is foolery:Go, bid my woman feign a sickness; say She'll home to her father; and provide me, presently, A riding suit, no costlier than would fit A franklin's housewite. Pis.
Madam, you're best consider. Imo. I see before me, man: nor here, nor here, Nor what ensues, but have a fog in them, That I cannot look through. Away, I prythee: Do as I bid thee. There's no more to say ; Accessible is done but Milford way. [Ereunt.
Enter Pisaxio. Pis. How! of adultery? Wherefore write you not What monsters her accuse?—Leonatus! O, master! what a strange infection Is fallen into thy ear! What false Italian (As poisonous tongued, as handed) hath prevail'd On thy too ready hearing ?-Disloyal ? No: She's punish'd for her truth; and undergoes, More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults As would take in some virtue.-0, my master! Thy mind to her is now as low, as were Thy fortunes.—How! that I should murder her? Upon the love, and truth, and vows, which I Have made to thy command !-I, her!-her blood ? If it be so to do good service, never Let me be counted serviceable. How look I, That I should seem to lack humanity, So much as this fact comes to? “Do't. The letter
Imo. How now, Pisanio!
Imo. Who? thy lord ? that is my lord: Leonatus.
[Reads. “ Justice, and your father's wrath, should he take me in his dominion, could not be so cruel to me, as you, O the dearest of creatures, would even renew me with your eyes. Take notice, that I am in Cambria, at Milford-Haven: what your own love will out of this advise you follow. So, he wishes you all happiness, that remains loyal to his vow, and your, increasing in love,
“ LEONATUS Posthumus." O, for a horse with wings !-Hear'st thou, Pisanio? He is at Milford-Haven: read, and tell me How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs May plod it in a week, why may not I Glide thither in a day?—Then, true Pisanio, (Who long'st, like me, to see thy lord; who long'st, 0, let me 'bate!-but not like me ;-yet long'st,But in a fainter kind:-0! not like me, For mine's beyond beyond,) say, and speak thick, Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing, To the smothering of the sense,) how far it is To this same blessed Milford : and, by the way, Tell me how Wales was made so happy, as T'inherit such a haven: but, first of all, How we may steal from hence; and, for the gap
SCENE 111.-Wales. A mountainous Country, uith
a Care. Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.
Bel. A goodly day not to keep house, with such Whose root's as low as ours. Stoop, boys: this gate Instructs you how t'adore the heavens, and bows you To a morning's holy office: the gates of monarchs Are arch'd so high, that giants may jet through And keep their impious turbands on, without Good morrow to the sun.-Hail, thou fair heaven! We house i' the rock, yet use thee not so hardly As prouder livers do. Gui.
Hail, heaven! Arv.
Hail, heaven! Bel. Now, for our mountain sport. Up to yond' Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats. Consider, When you above perceive me like a crow, That it is place which lessens and sets off: And you may then revolve what tales I have told you, Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war: This service is not service, so being done, But being so allow'd : to apprehend thus, Draws us a profit from all things we see; And often, to our comfort, shall we find The sharded beetle in a safer hold Than is the full-wing'd eagle. O! this life Is nobler, than attending for a check ; Richer, than doing nothing for a bribe ; Prouder, than rustling in unpaid-for silk: Such gains the cap of him, that makes him fine, Yet keeps his book uncross'd. No life to ours. Gui. Out of your proof you speak : we, poor
unfledgid, Have never wing'd from view o'the nest; nor know
What air 's from home. Haply this life is best,
What should we speak of, When we are old as you ? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December, how In this our pinching cave shall we discourse
The freezing hours away? We have seen nothing: | And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph,
As record of fair act; nay, many times,
Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse, Our valour is, to chase what flies; our cage Must court'sy at the censure.—0, boys! this story We make a quire, as doth the prison'd bird, The world may read in me: my body's mark'd And sing our bondage freely.
With Roman swords, and my report was once Bel.
How you speak! First with the best of note. Cymbeline lov’d me; Did you but know the city's usuries,
And when a soldier was the theme, my name And felt them knowingly: the art of the court, Was not far off: then, was ) as a tree, As hard to leave, as keep; whose top to climb Whose boughs did bend with fruit ; but, in one Is certain falling, or so slippery, that
night, The fear's is bad as falling : the toil of the war, A storm, or robbery, call it what you will, A pain that only seems to seek out danger
Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, l' the name of fame, and honour; which dies i’ the And left me bare to weather. search,
Bel. My fault being nothing (as I have told you oft) | In place of greater state. I'll meet you in the valBut that two villains, whose false oaths prevailid
[Ereunt Gui. and Arv. Before my perfect honour, swore to Cymbeline, How hard it is, to hide the sparks of nature ! I was confederate with the Romans: so,
These boys know little, they are sons to the king; Follow'd my banishment; and this twenty years Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. This rock, and these demesnes, have been my world; They think, they are mine: and, though train'd up Where I have liv'd at honest freedom, paid
thus meanly More pious debts to heaven, than in all
I' the cave wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit The fore-end of my time.—But, up to the moun- The roofs of palaces; and nature prompts them, tains !
In simple and low things, to prince it, much This is not hunter's language.-He that strikes Beyond the trick of others. This Polydore, The venison first shall be the lord of the feast; The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, whom To him the other two shall minister,
The king his father call'd Guiderius, Jove ! And we will fear no poison, which attends
When on my three-foot stool I sit, and tell