For further fatisfying, under her breast, 3 Worthy the preffing, lies a mole, right proud To feed again, though full. You do remember Poft. Ay, and it doth confirm Another stain, as big as hell can hold, Iach. Will you hear more? Poft. Spare your arithmetick. Count not the turns: once, and a million! Tach. I'll be fworn Poft. No fwearing: If you will fwear you have not done 't, you lye. Thou'ft made me cuckold. Iach. Ill 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 Phil. Quite befides The government of patience! You have won ; Jach. With all my heart. [Exit. SCENE [Exeunt. VII. Re-enter Pofthumus. Poft. Is there no way for men to be, but women Must be half-workers? we are baftards all; 3 Worthy the preffing,-] Thus folio reads, the modern editions, The old Worthy her preffings And And that most venerable man, which I When I was stampt. Some coyner with his tools. Might well have warm'd old Saturn-that I thought her.. As chafte, as unfunn'd fnow. Oh, all the Devils! All faults that may be nam'd, nay, that hell knows, even to vice They are not conftant, but are changing still Not half fo old as that. I'll write against them, In a true hate, to pray, they have their Will; The very Devils cannot plague them better. [Exit. ACT III. SCENE I I. Cymbeline's Palace. Enter, in State, Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, and Lords at one door; and at another Caius Lucius and attendants. CYMBELINE. us? WOW fay, what would Auguftus Cæfar with us. yet Lives in men's eyes, and will to ears and tongues Queen. And, to kill the marvel, Shall be fo ever. Clot. There be many Cæfars, Ere fuch another Julius: Britain is A world by 't felf; and we will nothing pay Queen. That opportunity, Which then they had to take from 's, to refume * With rocks unscalable, and roaring waters; 4 With rocks unscalable,This reading is Hanmer's. The ] old editions have, With Sands, that will not bear your enemies? boats, But fuck them up to th' top-mast. A kind of Con quest Cafar made here, but made not here his brag With fhame, Clot. Come, there's no more Tribute to be paid. Our Kingdom is ftronger than it was at that time; and, as I faid, there is no more fuch Cafars; other of them may have crook'd noses, but, to own such strait arms, none. Cym. Son, let your mother end. Clot. We have yet many among us can gripe as hard as Caffibelan; I do not fay, I am one; but I have a hand. Why, Tribute? Why should we pay Tribute? if Cafar can hide the Sun from us with a blanket, or put the Moon in his pocket, we will pay him Tribute for light; elfe, Sir, no more Tribute, pray you now. Cym. You must know, 'Till the injurious Roman did extort This tribute from us, we were free. Cafar's ambition, Which fwell'd fo much, that it did almost stretch 5 Poor ignorant baubles,] Ighorant, for of no use. WARB. Rather unacquainted with the nature of our boisterous feas. against all colour,-] Without any pretence of right. Becomes Becomes a warlike people, which we reckon Who was the firft of Britain which did put Luc. I'm forry, Cymbeline, That I am to pronounce Auguftus Cæfar, Receive it from me then.-War and Confufion Cym. Thou 'rt welcome, Caius ; Thy Cafar knighted me; my youth I spent 7 I am perfect, That the Pannonians and Dalmatians, for Their Liberties, are now in arms: a Precedent Which, not to read, would fhew the Britons cold: So Cæfar fhall not find them. Luc. Let proof speak. Clot. His Majefty bids you welcome. Make paftime with us a day or two, or longer: If you feek us afterwards on other terms, you fhall find us in our falt-water girdle; if you beat us out of it, it is yours; if you fall in the adventure, our crows fhall fare the better for you; and there's an end. |