Why, such, and such:-And the contents o'the story, Ah, but some natural notes about her body, O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her! Enter Cymbeline and Queen. 2 Lord. Here comes the king. Clo. I am glad, I was up so late, for that's the reason I was up so early: He cannot choose but take this service I have done, fatherly.-Good morrow to your majesty, and to my gracious mother. Cym. Attend you here the door of our stern daughter? Will she not forth? Clo. I have assailed her with music, but she vouchsafes no notice. Cym. The exile of her minion is too new; Queen. You are most bound to the king; The treasure of her honour. No more.end? Why should I write this down, that's rivetted, The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd down, May bare the raven's eye: I lodge in fear; With aptness of the season: make denials Enter a Messenger. Mess. So like you, sir, ambassadors from Rome; The one is Caius Lucius. Cym. A worthy fellow. Albeit he comes on angry purpose now; Attend the queen, and us; we shall have need queen. [exeunt Cym. Queen, Lords, and Mess. 2 Lady. How! my good name? or to report of you | Frighted, and anger'd worse:What I shall think is good?-The princess Enter Imogen. [rather For [souls Obedience, which you owe your father. -Go, bid my [woman Search for a jewel, that too casually SCENE IV. ROME. AN APARTMENT AT PHILARIO'S. Enter Posthumus and Philario. Post. Fear it not, sir: I would, I were so sure To win the king, as I am bold, her honour Will remain hers. Phi. What means do you make to him? Post. Not any but abide the change of time; Quake in the present winter's state, and wish That warmer days would come: In these fear'd hopes I barely gratify your love; they failing, Phi. Your very goodness, and your company, O'crpays all I can do. By this, your king Hath heard of great Augustus: Caius Lucius Post. I do believe (Statist though I am none, nor like to be), Are men more order'd, than when Julius Cæsar courage Worthy his frowning at their discipline Enter Iachimo. [land: Post. The swiftest harts have posted you by And winds of all the corners kiss'd your sails, To make your vessel nimble. Phi. Welcome, sir. Post. I hope, the briefness of your answer made The speediness of your return. Iach. Your lady Is one the fairest, that I have look'd upon. beauty I should have lost the worth of it in gold. Your lady being so easy. Post. Make not, sir, Your loss your sport; I hope, you know that we) Must not continue friends. Iach. Good sir, we must, If you keep covenant: had I not brought Post. If you can make't apparent, Iach. Sir, my circumstances, Being so near the truth: as I will make them, Must first induce you to believe, whose strength I will confirm with oath; which, I doubt not, You'll give me leave to spare, when you shall find You need it not. Post. Proceed. Iach. First, her bed-chamber, (Where, I confess, I slept not; but profess, Had that was well worth watching,) it was hang'd With tapestry of silk and silver; the story, Proud Cleopatra, when she met her Roman, And Cydnus swell'd above the banks, or for The press of boats, or pride: a piece of work So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive In workmanship, and value; which, I wonder'd, Could be so rarely and exactly wrought, Since the true life on't was Post. This is true; Was as another nature, dumb; outwent her, Motion and breath left out. Post. This is a thing, Which you might from relation likewise reap; Being, as it is, much spoke of. Iach. The roof o'the chamber With golden cherubims is fretted: her andirons (I had forgot them,) were two winking Cupids. Of silver, each on one foot standing, nicely Depending on their brands. Post. This is her honour! Let it be granted, you have seen all this, (and praise Be given to your remembrance,) the description Of what is in her chamber, nothing saves The wager you have laid. Iach. Then, if you can, [pulling out the bracelet. Be pale; I beg but leave to air this jewel: see!And now 'tis up again: It must be married To that your diamond; I'll keep them. Post. Jove! Once more let me behold it: is it that: Iach. Sir (I thank her,) that Post. May be, she pluck'd it off, To send it me. Iach. She writes so to you? doth she? [too; Post. O, no, no, no; 'tis true. Here, take this It is a basilisk unto mine eye, [gives the ring. 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 vows of women Of no more bondage be, to where they are made. Than they are to their virtues; which is nothing :O, above measure, false ! Phi. Have patience, sir, And take your ring again; 'tis not yet won: Who knows if one of her women, being corrupted, Post. Very true; And by a stranger?No; he hath enjoy'd her: The cognizance of her incontinency [dearly.— Is this, she hath bought the name of whore thus 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 bellcv'd Of one persuaded well of Post. Never talk on't: She hath been colted by him. Iach. If you seek For further satisfying, under her breast This stain upon her? Post. Ay, and it doth confirm Another stain, as big as hell can hold, Iach. Will you hear more? Post. Spare your arithmetic: never count the Once, and a million! Iach. I'll be sworn,- [turns; If you will swear you have not done't, you lie; Iach. I will deny nothing. [meal! Post. O, that I had her here, to tear her limbI will go there, and do't; i'the court; before Her father: I'll do something Phi. Quite besides [erit. The government of patience !-You have won : Iach. With all my heart. When I was stamp'd; some coiner with his tools As chaste as unsunn'd snow:- O, all the de- This yellow Iachimo in an hour,-was't not?— All faults that may be nam'd, nay, that hell knows, Lexeunt. For even to vice SCENE V. THE SAME. ANOTHER ROOM IN THE SAME. Enter Posthumus. They are not constant, but are changing still Post. Is there no way for men to be, but women SCENE I. BRITAIN. A ROOM OF STATE IN CYMBE- Of came, and saw, and overcame: with shame (The first that ever touch'd him,) he was carried Enter Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, & Lords, at one From off our coast, twice beaten; and his shipping door; at another, Caius Lucius, and Attendants. (Poor ignorant baubles!) on our terrible seas, Cym, Now say, what would Augustus Cæsar Like egg-shells moved upon their surges, crack'd with us? Lyet As easily 'gainst our rocks: for joy whereof, Luc. When Julius Cæsar (whose remembrance The fam'd Cassibelan, who was once at point Lives in men's eyes; and will, to ears and tongues, (O, giglot fortune!) to master Cæsar's sword, Be theme, and hearing ever,) was in this Britain, Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright, And conquer'd it, Cassibelan, thine uncle, And Britons strut with courage. (Famous in Caesar's praises, no whit less Than in his feats deserving it,) for him, And his succession, granted Rome a tribute, Yearly three thousand pounds; which by thee Is left untender'd, Queen. And, to kill the marvel, a veggja ti Shall be so ever. Clo. There be many Cæsars, Ere such another Julius. Britain is [lately A world by itself; and we will nothing pay, Queen. That opportunity, Which then they had to take from us, to resume conquest Cesar made here; but made not here his brag, Clo. Come, there's no more tribute to be paid: our kingdom is stronger than it was at that time; and as I said, there is no more such Cæsars: other of them may have crooked noses; but, to owe such straight arms, none. Cym. Son, let your mother end. Clo. We have yet many among us can gripe as hard as Cassibelan: I do not say, I am one; but I have a hand.-Why tribute? why should we pay tribute? If Cesar can hide the sun from us with a blanket, or put the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute for light; else, no more tribute, pray you now. Cym. You must know, Till the injurious Romans did extort (Which swell'd so much, that it did almost stretch Our ancestor was that Mulmutius, which Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed, Luc. I am sorry, Cymbeline, Cym. Thou art welcome, Caius. Thy Cæsar knighted me; my youth I spent Much under him; of him I gather'd honour; Which he, to seek of me again, perforce, Behoves me keep at utterance; I am perfect, That the Pannonians and Dalmatians, for Their liberties, are now in arms: a precedent Which, not to read, would show the Britons cold: So Cæsar shall not find them. [not Pis. How! of adultery? Wherefore write you If it be so to do good service, never [reading. I am ignorant in what I am commanded. [tus ? Pis. Madam, here is a letter from my lord. You bees, that make these locks of counsel! Lovers, Reads.] Justice, and your father's wrath, should he take me in his dominion, should not be so cruel to me, as you, O, the dearest of creatures, would not even renew me with your eyes. Take notice, that I am in Cambria, at MilfordHaven. What your own love will, out of this, advise you follow. So, he wishes you all happiness, that remains loyal to his vow, and your, increasing in love, Leonatus Posthumus. O, for a horse with wings!-Hear'st thou, Pisanio? He is at Milford-Haven: read, and tell me How far 'tis hither. If one of mean affairs May plod it in a week, why may not I Glide thither in a day?—Then, true Pisanio, (Who long'st, like me, to see thy lord; who long'st, O, let me 'bate,—but not like me :—yet long'st,— Pis. One score, 'twixt sun and sun, Imo. Why, one that rode to his execution, man, Could never go so slow: I have heard of riding wagers, Where horses have been nimbler than the sands That run i'the clock's behalf:-but this is foolGo, bid my woman feign a sickness; say, [ery:She'll home to her father: and provide me, preA riding suit; no costlier than would fit [sently A franklin's housewife. Pis. Madam, you're best consider. Imo. I see before me, man, nor here, nor here, Nor what ensues; but have a fog in them, That I cannot look through. Away, I pr'ythee; Do as I bid thee: there's no more to say; Accessible is none but Milford way. [exeunt. SCENE III. WALES. A MOUNTAINOUS COUNTRY, WITH A CAVE. Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. Bel. A goodly day not to keep house, with such |