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Pot. So they muft,
Or do your honour injury.
Iach. The chimney
Is south the chamber, and the chimney-piece,
Chaft Dian, bathing ; never saw 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.
lach. The roof o’th' chamber
With golden cherubims is fretted: Th' andirons,
(I had forgot them) were two winking Cupids
Of silver, each on one foot standing, nicely
Depending on their brands.
Pof. What's this t'her honour? (10)
Let it be granted you have seen all this,
Praise be to your remembrance, the description
Of what is in her chamber nothing saves
The wager you have laid.
lach. Then, if you can [Pulling out the Bracelet. Be pale, I beg but leave to air this jewel; see!
This is her honour : Let it be granted you bave 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 suitable to her Dignity, but certainly makes no part of her Character. It might have been callid her Father's Honour, that her Allotments were proportion'd to her Rank and Quality. I am perswaded, the Poet intended Pofthumus fould say; " This particular Description, which you make, “ can't convince me that I have lost my Wager : Your Memo
ry is good; and some of these Things you may have learn" ed from a Third Hand, or seen yourself; yet 1 expect Proofs “ more direct and authentick”. I think, there is little Quora rion but we ought to restore the place as I have done. -What's This t'her Honour ?
And now 'tis up again ; it must be married
To that your diamond. I'll keep them.
Once more let me behold it: Is it That,
Which I left with her?
lach. Sir, I thank her, That :
She strip'd it from her arm, I see her yet,
Her pretty action did out-sell her gift,
And yet enrich'd it too ; She
gave And said, she priz’d it once.
Poft. May be, he pluck'd it off To send it me.
lach. She writes fo to you? doth she?
Poft. O, no, no, no ; 'tis true. Here, take this too ;
It is a basilisk unto mine eye,
Kills me to look on't ; let there be no honour,
Where there is beauty ; truth, where semblance; love,
Where there's another man. The yows of women
Of no more bondage be, to where they're made,
Than they are to their virtues, which is nothing;
0, above measure false !
Phi. Have patience, Sir,
And take your ring again : 'tis not yet won ;
It may be probable, she lost it ; or,
Who knows, one of her women, being corrupted,
Hath stoln it from her.
Poft. Very true,
And so, I hope, he came by't ;-back my ring ;-
Render to me some corporal fign about her,
More evident than this; for this was stole.
lach. By Jupiter, I had it from her arm.
Pot. Hark you, he swears; by Jupiter he swears. .
-nay, keep the ring—'cis true ; I'm sure, She could not lose 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; she hath bought the name of Whore thus
dearly; 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 perswaded well of.
Pot. Never talk on't ;
She hath been colted by him.
Iach. If you seek
For further satisfying, under her breaft,
Worthy the pressing, lyes a mole, right proud
Of that most delicate lodging. By my life,
I kift it ; and it gave me present hunger
To feed again, though full. You do remember
Poft. Ay, and it doth confirm
Another stain, as big as bell can hold,
Were there no more but it.
lach. Will you hear more!
Poft. Spare your arithmetick.
Count not the Turns : once, and a million!
Lach. I'll be sworn
Pot. No swearing :
If you will swear you have not done't, you lie.
And I will kill thee, if thou dost deny
Thou'st made me cuckold.
lach. I'll deny nothing.
. O, that I had her horė, to tear her limb-meal! I will go there, and do't i'ch' Court, before Her father- I'll do something
[Exit. Phi. Quite befides The government of patience ! you have won ; Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath He hath against himself. lach. With all my heart.
[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, When I was ftampt.
Some coyner with his tools Made me a counterfeit ; yet my mother seem'd
The Dian of that time ; fo doth my
The non-pareil of this—Oh vengeance, vengeance !
Me of my lawful pleasure the restrain'd,
And pray'd me, oft, forbearance ; did it with
A pudency so rosie, the sweet view on't
Might well have warm'd old Saturn--that I thought
As chaste, as unsunn'd snow. Oh, all the Devils !
This yellow Iachimo in an hour- -was't not?-
Or less: at first? perchance, he spoke not, but
Like a full-acorn' Boar, a German one, (11)
Cry'd, oh! and mounted ; found no opposition
But what he look'd for should oppose, and the
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, disdain,
Nice longings, flanders, mutability :
All faults that may be nam’d, nay, that hell knows,
Why, hers, in part, or all ; but rather all.-
They are not conftant, but are changing still ;
One vice, but of a minute old, for one
Not half so old as that. I'll write against them,
Detest them, curse them- -yet
greater skill, In a true hate, to pray, they have their Will ; The very Devils cannot plague them better.
(11 Like a full-acorn'd Boar, a churning on,] This is Mr. Pope's Reading, without any Authority. A Jere men one, in the first Editions ; (says He,) since alter'd to a Ger
-And 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?
SCENE, Cymbeline's Palace.
Enter, in State, Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, and
Lords at one door ; and at another, Caius Lu-
cius, and attendants.
OW say, what would Auguftus Cæfar with us?
Luc. When Julius Cæfar, (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, Calibelan, thine uncle,
(Famous in Cafar's praises, no whit less
Than in his feats deferving it) for him,
And his succession, granted Rome a Tribute,
Yearly three thousand pounds ; which by thee lately
Is left untender'd.
Queen. And, to kill the marvail,
Shall be so ever.
Clot. There be many Cæsars,
Ere such 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 resume
We have again. Remember, Sir, my liege,
The Kings your ancestors : together with
The nai'ral Brav'ry of your lile; which stands,
As Nepture'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
Cesar made here, but made not here his brag
Of, came, and saw, and overcame.