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.

Jach. Then, if you can

[Pulling out the Bracelet.

Be pale, I beg but leave to air this jewel; fee!

(10)

-This is her honour:

Let it be granted you have seen all this, &c.] lachimo impudently pretends to have carried his Point; and, in Confirmation, is very minute in describing 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 Character. It might have been call'd her Father's Honour, that her Allotments were proportion'd to her Rank and Quality. I am perfwaded, the Poet intended Pofthumus fhould fay;" This particular Description, which you make, "can't convince me that I have loft my Wager: Your Memo"ry is good; and fome of these Things you may have learn"ed from a Third Hand, or feen yourfelf; yet 1 expect Proofs more direct and authentick". Ithink, there is little Queltion but we ought to restore the place as I have done. -What's This t' her Heneur?

ર

And

And now 'tis up again; it must be married
To that your diamond. I'll keep them.
Pof. Jove!

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

lach. Sir, I thank her, That:

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

it me,

Poft. May be, fhe pluck'd it off To fend it me.

lach. She writes fo to you? doth fhe?

Poft. O, no, no, no; 'tis true. Here, take this too; It is a bafilisk 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!

Phi. 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 ftoln 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.
Poft. Hark you, he fwears; by Jupiter he fwears.
-nay, keep the ring-'tis true; I'm fure,

'Tis true

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; he hath bought the name of Whore thus dearly;

There, take thy hire, and all the fiends of hell

Divide themfelves between you!

Phi.

Phi. Sir, be patient;

This is not ftrong enough to be believ'd,
Of one perfwaded 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 mole, right proud
Of that most delicate lodging. By my life,
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 ftain, as big as hell can hold,
Were there no more but it.

Iach. Will you hear more?

Paft. 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 lie.
And I will kill thee, if thou doft deny

Thou'ft made me cuckold.

Iach. 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

Phi. Quite befides

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 Pofthumus.

[Exit.

[Exeunt.

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

The

The Dian of that time; so doth my wife
The non-pareil of this-Oh vengeance, vengeance!
Me of my lawful pleasure fhe restrain'd,

And pray'd me, oft, forbearance; did it with
A pudency fo rofie, 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 Boar, a German one, (11)
Cry'd, oh! and mounted; found no oppofition
But what he look'd for fhould oppose, and she
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 nam'd, nay, that hell knows,
Why, hers, in part, or all; but rather all.-

to vice

For even

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, curse them- -yet 'tis greater skill,
In a true hate, to pray, they have their Will;
The very Devils cannot plague them better.

[Exit.

(11 Like a full-acorn'd Boar, a churning on,] This is Mr. Pope's Reading, without any Authority. A Jermen one, in the first Editions; (fays He,) fince alter'd to a GerAnd why not, pray? Is not Westphalia 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?

man one.

VOL. VII.

L

ACT

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,

N°

brance yet

(whose remem

Lives in men's eyes, and will to ears and tongues
Be theme, and hearing ever) was in this Britaine,
And conquer'd it, Cafibelan, thine uncle,
(Famous in Cafar's praifes, 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.

Queen. And, to kill the marvail,

Shall be fo ever.

Clot. There be many Cæfars,

Ere fuch another Julius: Britaine is

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

Queen. That opportunity,

Which then they had to take from's, to resume
We have again. Remember, Sir, my liege,
The Kings your ancestors: together with

The na'ral Brav'ry of your Iile; which stands,
As Neptune's Park, ribbed and paled in

With oaks unskaleable, and roaring waters;

With Sands, that will not bear your enemies' boats,

But fuck them up to th' top mait. A kind of Conquest
Cefar made here, but made not here his brag
Of, came, and faw, and overcame.

With thame,

(The