Iach. More particulars

Muft juftify my knowledge.
Poft. So they must,

Or do your honour injury.
Iach. The chimney

Is fouth the chamber; and the chimney-piece,
Chafte 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. (20) 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: the andirons, (I had forgot them) were two winking Cupids Of filver, each on one foot ftanding, nicely Depending on their brands.

Poft. What's this t' her honour? (21)

(20) This is a thi

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Which you might from relation likewife read,
Being, as it is, much spoke of]

To read from relation, i. e. from men's reports viva voce, is à figure, I am fure, never used by Shakespeare; whatever, reading in any one's eyes, might have been: but this again is the manufacture of our modern editors. The old editions read, as I have reformed the text.

(21)

-This is her honour:

Let it be granted you have feen all this, &c.] Jachimo impudently pretends to have carried his point; and, in confirmation, is very minute in defcribing to the bufband all the furniture and adornments of his wife's bedchamber. But how is fine furniture anywife a princefs's honour? It is an apparatus fuitable to her dignity, but certainly makes no part of her character. It 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, cannot convince me that

Let it be granted you have seen all this,
Praise be to your remembrance, the description
Of what is in her chamber nothing faves
The wager you have laid.

Lach. 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?

Iach. Sir, I thank her, that:

She stripped it from her arm, I fee her yet,
Her pretty action did out-fell her gift,
And yet enriched it too; the gave it me,
And faid, the prized it once.

Peft. May be the plucked it off

To fend it nie.

Iach. She writes fo to you? doth fhe?

Poft. O, no, no, no; 'tis true. Here, take this too; It is a bafilifk unto mine eye,

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 !----

I have loft my wager: your memory is good; and fome "of these things you may have learned from a third hand, "or feen yourfelf; yet I expect proofs more direct and au"thentic." I think there is little queftion but we ought to reftor: the place thus:

-What's this t' her honour?

I propofed this emendation in the Appendix to my Shakefpeare Reftored, and Mr Pope has thought fit to embrace it in his last edition.

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 ftolen 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 stole.
Iach. By Jupiter, I had it from her arm.

Poft. Hark you, he swears; by Jupiter he fwears.
'Tis true---nay, keep the ring---'tis true; I'm fure
She could not lofe it; her attendants are
All honourable; they induced to steal it!
And, by a ftranger !---no, he hath enjoyed her.
The cognizance of her incontinency

Is this: the hath bought the name of whore thus dearly;

There, take thy hire, and all the fiends of hell
Divide themselves between you!

Phil. Sir, be patient;

This is not ftrong enough to be believed,
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 preffing, lyes a moie, right proud
Of that most delicate lodging. By my life,
I kified 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 ftain, as big as hell can hold,

Were there no more but it.

Iach. Will you hear more?

Poft. Spare your arithmetic.

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 lie.
And I will kill thee if thou doft deny
Thou'ft made me cuckold.

Iach. I'll deny nothing.

1

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

[Exit.

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

Iach. With all my heart.

Re-enter POSTHUMUS.

[Exeunt.

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
When I was stamped. Some coiner with his tools
Made me a counterfeit; yet my mother feemed
The Dian of that time; fo doth my wife
The nonpareil of this-Oh vengeance, vengeance!
Me of my lawful pleasure the restrained,
And prayed me oft forbearance; did it with
A pudency fo rofy, the fweet view on't

Might well have warmed old Saturn-that I thought her

As chafte as unfunned fnow. Oh, all the Devils!
This yellow lachimo in an hour-was't not ?-
Or lefs: at firft? perchance, he spoke not, but
Like a full-acorned boar, a German one, (22)

(21) Like a full-acorned boar, a churning on,]

This is Mr Pope's reading, without any authority. A

Cried oh! and mounted; found no oppofition
But what he looked for fhould oppofe, and fhe
Should from encounter guard.

The woman's part in me

Could I find out

-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.------For even to vice

They are not conftant, but are changing ftill;
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 fkill,
In a true hate, to pray they have their will;
The very devils cannot plague them better. [Exit.

A CT III.

SCENE, Cymbeline's Palace.

Enter in State, CYMBELINE, Queen, CLOTEN, and Lords at one Door; and at another CAIUS, LUCIUS and Attendants.

CYMBELINE.

NOW fay, what would Auguftus Cæfar with

us?

Jermen one, in the first editions; (says he) since altered 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?