Render to me some corporal sign about her,

More evident than this; for this was stolen. 120 Iach. By Jupiter, I had it from her arm.

Post. Hark you, he swears; by Jupiter he swears.

Phi.

Post.

Iach.

Post.

nay, keep the ring - 'tis true. I am

She would not lose it. Her attendants are

All sworn and honourable. They induced to steal
it!

And by a stranger! No, he hath enjoy'd her.
The cognizance of her incontinency

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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!

This is not strong enough to be believ'd
Of one persuaded well of -

She hath been colted by him.

Sir, be patient.

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Never talk on't;

If you seek

For further satisfying, under her breast

Worthy the pressing - lies a mole, right proud 135
Of that most delicate lodging. By my life,

I kiss'd it; and it gave me present hunger
To feed again, though full. You do remember
This stain upon her?

Ay, and it doth confirm

Iach.

Another stain, as big as hell can hold,

Were there no more but it.

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Will you hear more?

Post. Spare your arithmetic; never count the turns ; Once, and a million!

Iach.

Post.

I'll be sworn

--

No swearing.

Iach.

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.

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I'll deny nothing.

Post. O, that I had her here, to tear her limbmeal!
I will go there and do't, i' the court, before
Her father. I'll do something -

Phi.

Exit.

Quite besides The government of patience! You have won. 150 Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath He hath against himself.

Post. Is there no way for men to be, but women
Must be half-workers? We are all bastards;
And that most venerable man which I

Did call my father, was I know not where

When I was stamp'd. Some coiner with his tools 5 Made me a counterfeit; yet my mother seem'd

The Dian of that time. So doth my wife

The nonpareil of this. O, vengeance, vengeance ! Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd

And pray'd me oft forbearance; did it with 10 A pudency so rosy the sweet view on't

Might well have warm'd old Saturn; that I thought her

As chaste as unsunn'd snow. O, all the devils! This yellow Iachimo, in an hour, was't not? at first? perchance he spoke not,

Or less,

but,

Like a full-acorn'd boar, a German one,

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Cried "O!" and mounted; found no opposition But what he look'd for should 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

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It is the woman's part; be it lying, note it,
The woman's; flattering, hers; deceiving, hers;
Lust and rank thoughts, hers, hers; revenges, hers;
Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain, 25
Nice longing, slanders, mutability,

All faults that may be nam'd, nay, that hell knows,
Why, hers, in part or all; but rather, all.
For even to vice

They are not constant, 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 'tis greater skill
In a true hate, to pray they have their will.
The very devils cannot plague them better.

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ACT THIRD

SCENE I

[Britain. A hall in Cymbeline's palace.]

Enter in state, Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, and Lords, at one door, and at another, Caius Lucius and Attendants.

Cym. Now say, what would Augustus Cæsar with us?
Luc. When Julius Cæsar, whose remembrance yet

Lives in men's eyes and will to ears and tongues
Be theme and hearing ever, was in this Britain
And conquer'd it, Cassibelan, thine uncle, —
Famous in Cæsar's praises, no whit less
Than in his feats deserving it for him

And his succession granted Rome a tribute,

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Ere such another Julius. Britain is

A world by itself; and we will nothing pay

For wearing our own noses.