Poft. So they muft,

Or do your honour injury.
Iach. The chimney

Is fouth the chamber: and the chimney-piece,
Chaft Dian, bathing; never faw I figures
So likely to report themselves; the cutter
Was as another nature, dumb, out-went her;
Motion and breath left out.

Poft. This is a thing,

Which you might from relation likewise reap ;
Being, as it is, much spoke of.

Iach. The roof o'th' chamber

With golden cherubims is fretted: Th' andirons,
(I had forgot them) were two winking Cupids
Of filver, each on one foot standing, nicely
Depending on their brands.

Poft. What's this t' her honour? (10)
Let it be granted you have seen all this,
Praise be to your remembrance, the defcription
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.

ter.

(10)

-This is ber bonour :

Let it be granted you have feen all this, &c.]

lachimo impudently pretends to have carried his Point; and, in con- . firmation, is very minute in defcribing to, the Husband all the Furniture and Adornments of his Wife's Bed-chamber. But how is fine Furniture any ways a Princess's Honour? It is an Apparatus fuitable to her Dignity, but certainly makes no part of her CharacIt might have been called her Father's Honour, that her Allotments were proportioned to her Rank and Quality. I am perfuaded, the Poet intended Pofthumus fhould fay; "This particular "Defcription, which you make, can't convince me that I have "loft my Wager: Your Memory is good; and fome of these Things you may have learned from a third Hand, or feen your"felf; yet I expect Proofs more direct and authentick." I think, there is little Question but we ought to restore the place as I have done.

-What's this t, ber Honour ?

Poft.

Poft. Jove!

Once more let me behold it: Is it that,
Which I left with her?

Iach. Sir, I thank her, that t

She ftripp'd it from her arm, I fee her yet,
Her pretty action did out-fell her gift,
And yet enrich'd it too; she gave it me,
And faid, the priz'd it once.

Poft. May be, fhe pluck'd it off

To fend it me.

Iach. She writes fo to you? doth the?
Poft. O, no, no, no; 'tis true.

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;
O, above measure falfe!-

Phil. Have patience, Sir,

And take your ring again: 'tis not yet won;
It may be probable, the loft it; or,

Who knows, one of her women, being corrupted,
Hath ftoll'n it from her.

Poft. Very true,

And fo, I hope, he came by't;-back my ring;
Render to me fome corporal fign about her,
More evident than this; for this was ftole.

Iach. By Jupiter, I had it from her arm.
Pat Hark you, he fwears; by Jupiter he fwears.
'Tis truenay, keep the ring-'tis true; I'm fure,
She could not lofe it; her attendants are

All honourable; they induc'd to steal it!

And, by a stranger!-no, he hath enjoy'd her.

The cognizance of her incontinency

Is this; the hath bought the name of whore thus dearly; There, take thy hire, and all the fiend's of hell

Divide themfelves between you!.

Phil. Sir, be patient;

This

This is not strong enough to be believ'd,
Of one perfuaded well of

Poft. Never talk on't;

She hath been colted by him.
Iach. If you feek

For further fatisfying, under her breast,
Worthy the proffing, lies a mole, right proud
Of that moft delicate lodging. By my life, PA BA
I kift it; and it gave me prefent hunger-
To feed again, though full. You do remember
This ftain upon her?

Poft. Ay, and it doth confirm

Another flain, as big as hell can hold,
Were there no more but it.

Iach. Will you hear more?

Poft. Spare your arithmetick.

Count not the turns once, and a million!

Iach. I'll be fworn

Poft. No fwearing:

If you will fwear you have not done't, you Iye.
And I will kill thee, if thou doft deny

Thou'ft made me cuckold.

Jach. 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 I'll do fomething

Phil. Quite befides

The government of patience! you have won;
Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath

He hath against himself.

Jach. With all my heart.

Re-enter Pofthumus.

Exit.

[Exeunt.

Poft. Is there no way for men to be, but women
Muft be half-workers? we are bastards all;
And that most venerable man, which I
Did call my father, was I know not where,
When I was ftamp. Some coyner with his tools
Wade me a counterfeit; yet my mother feem'd

The

'The Dian of that time; fo doth my wife
The non-pareil of this-Oh vengeance, vengeance!
Me of my lawful pleasure the reftrain'd,

And pray'd me, oft, forbearance; did it with
A pudency fo rofy, the sweet view on't

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?
Or lefs: at firft? perchance, he spoke not, but
Like a full-acorn'd boat, a German one, (11)
Cry'd, oh and mounted: found no oppofition
But 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, hers; deceiving, hers;
Luft, and rank thoughts, hers, hers; revenges, hers;
Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, difdain,
Nice longings, flanders, mutability:

All faults that may be named, nay, that hell knows,
Why, hers, in part, or all; but rather all.

to vice

They are not conftant, but are changing ftill
One vice, but of a minute old, for one

For even

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.

(31) Like a full-acorn'd Boar, a churning on,] This is Mr. Pope's Reading without any Authority. A Jermen one, in the firf Editions, (fays he,) fince alter'd to a German one. And why not, pray? Is not Weftphalia" a part of Germany? And where are Boars more delicately fed, or more likely to be rank and hot after the Female, than German ones??

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VOL. VII.

L

ACT

ACT III.

SCENE, Cymbeline's Palace.

Enter, in State, Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, and Lords at one door; and at another Caius Lucius and attendants.

CYMBELINE.

OW fay, what would Auguftus Cæfar with us? Luc. When Julius Cæfar, (whofe remembrance yet Lives in men's eyes, and will to ears and tongues Be theme, and hearing ever) was in this Britaine, And conquer'd it, Cabelan thine uncle, (Famous in Cafar's praifes, no whit lefs Than in his feats deferving it) for him, And his fucceffion, granted Rome a Tribute, Yearly three thoufand pounds; which by thee lately Is left untender'd.

Queen. And, to kill the marvel ?

Shall be fo ever.

Clot. There be many Cafars,

Ere fuch another Julius: Britaine is

A world by't self: and we will nothing pay
For wearing our own noses.

Queen. That opportunity,

Which then they had to take from's, to refume
We have again. Remember, Sir, my Liege,
The Kings your ancestors: together with
The natʼral Brav'ry of your Ifle; which ftands,
As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in

With oaks unfkaleable, and roaring waters;

With fands, that will not bear your enemies' boats, But fuck them up to th' top-maft. A kind of conqueft Cæfar made here, but made not here his brag

Of,