Poft Their tenor good I trust. Iach 'Tis very like. Poft. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court, When you were there? Iach. He was expected then, But not approach'd. Poft. All is well yet. Sparkles this stone as it was wont, or is't not Iach. If I've lost it, I should have loft the worth of it in gold. Your lady being so easy. Poft Make not, Sir, Your lofs your fport: I hope you know that we Muft not continue friends. Iach Good Sir, we must, If you keep covenant. Had I not brought The knowledge of your mistress home, I grant, Poft. If you can make't apparent That you have tasted her in bed; my hand, Iach. Sir, my circumstances Being fo near the truth, as I will make them, (Where I confess I flept not; but profefs, Poft. This is true; And this you might have heard of here, by me, Iach. More particulars Iach The chimney Is fouth the chamber; and the chimney-piece, Poft. This is a thing Which you might from relation likewise reap; Jach. The roof o' th' chamber With golden cherubims is fretted: th' andirons Poft. What's this t' her honour? Praise be to your remembrance, the description Of what is in her chamber nothing faves The wager you have laid. Iach. Then, if you can [Pulling out the bracelet. Be pale, I beg but leave to air this jewel; fee! And now 'tis up again; it must be married To that your diamond. I'll keep them. Poft. Jove! Once more let me behold it: is it that Which I left with her? lach. Sir, I thank her, that: She ftripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet, And yet enrich'd it too; fhe gave it me, Poft. May be the pluck'd it off To fend it me. Iach. She writes fo to you? doth fhe? It is a bafilifk unto mine eye, Here, take this too; Kills me to look on't let there be no honour, Where there is beauty; truth, where femblance; love, Where there's another man, The vows of women Of no more bondage be, to where they're made, Than they are to their virtues, which is nothing; Phi. Have patience, Sir, And take your ring again: 'tis not yet won ; Who knows, one of her women, being corrupted, Poft. Very true, And fo I hope he came by't;-back my ring; Iach. By Jupiter, I had it from her arm. All honourable: they induc'd to steal it ! And, by a stranger!no, he hath enjoy'd her. The cognifance of her incontinency Is this; the hath bought the name of whore thus dear There, take thy hire, and all the fiends of hell Divide themselves between you! Phi. Sir, be patient; This is not strong enough to be believ'd, Of one persuaded well of Poft. Never talk on't; She hath been colted by him. [ly. For further fatisfying, under her breast, I kifs'd it; and it gave me present hunger Poft. Ay, and it doth confirm Another stain as big as hell can hold, lach. Will you hear more? Poft. Spare your arithmetic, Count not the turns: once, and a million ! Iach I'll be fworn Poft. No iwearing: If you will fwear you have not done't, you lye. Thou't made me cuckold, lach. 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 Phi. Quite befides I'll do fomething The government of patience! You have won ; Iach. With all my heart. SCENE VII. [Exit. [Exeunt! Re-enter Pofthumus. Poft. 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, The nonpareil of this--Oh vengeance, vengeance! • Might well have warm'd old Saturn-that I thought her As chafte as unfunn'd fnow. Oh, all the devils! • This yellow Iachimo in an hour-was't not? : • Cry'd, Oh! and mounted; found no oppofition • From what he look'd for fhould oppofe, and fhe • 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, her's; deceiving, her's; • Lust, and rank thoughts her's, her's; revenges, her's; • Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, difdain, Nice longings, flanders, mutability: All faults that may be nam'd, nay, that hell knows, Why, her's, 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 Not half fo old as that. I'll write against them, • Deteft them, curfe 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, aud Lords, at one door; and at another, Caius Lucius and Attendants. Cym O W fay, what would Augustus Cæfar with N° us? Luc. When Julius Cæfar (whose remembrance yet Lives in mens' eyes, and will to ears and tongues Be theme, and hearing ever) was in this Britain, And conquer'd it, Caffibelan, thine uncle, (Famous in Cæfar's praises, no whit less Than in his feats deferving it), for him, And his fucceffion, granted Rome a tribute, Yearly three thousand pounds; which by thee lately Is left untender'd. |