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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
This is true;
And this you might have heard of here, by me,
Or by some other.
Must justify my knowledge.
So they must,
Or do your honour injury.
Is south the chamber; and the chimney-piece,
Chaste Dian, bathing: never saw I figures
So likely to report themselves : the cutter
Was as another nature, dumb; outwent her,
Motion and breath left out.
This is a thing,
Which you might from relation likewise reap;
Being, as it is, much spoke of.
The roof o'the chamber
With golden cherubins is fretted: Her andirons 8
(I had forgot them,) were two winking Cupids
Of silver, each on one foot standing, nicely
Depending on their brands.
This is her honour ! Let it be granted, you have seen all this, (and
Be given to your remembrance,) the description
Of what is in her chamber, nothing saves
The wager you have laid.
Then if you can,
[Pulling out the Bracelet. Be pale; I beg but leave to air this jewel : See!
8 Ornamented iron bars which support wood burnt in chimneys.
And now 'tis up again : It must be married
To that your diamond ; I'll keep them.
Jove ! -
Once more let me behold it: Is it that
Which I left with her ?
Sir, (I thank her,) that:
She stripp'd it from her arm ; I see her yet;
Her pretty action did outsell her gift,
And yet enrich'd it too: She gave it me, and said,
She priz'd it once.
'May be, she pluck'd it off, To send it me. Iach.
She writes so to you ? doth she? Post. O, no, no, no; 'tis true. Here, take this
[Gives the Ring. 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 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 : It
may be probable, she lost it; or,
Who knows if one of her women, being corrupted,
Hath stolen it from her.
And so, I hope, he came by't: - Back my ring;
Render to me some corporal sign about her,
More evident than this; for this was stolen.
Iach. By Jupiter, I had it from her arm.
he swears ; by Jupiter he swears. 'Tis true;
nay, keep the ring — 'tis true: I am
And by a stranger ? — No, he hath enjoy'd her.
There, take thy hire: and all the fiends of hell
Divide themselves between you !
Sir, be patient:
This is not strong enough to be believ'd
Of one persuaded well of
Never talk on't.
If you seek
For further satisfying, under her breast
(Worthy the pressing,) lies a mole, right proud
Of that most delicate lodging : You remember
This stain upon her ?
Ay, and it doth confirm
Another stain, as big as hell can hold,
Were there no more
but it. lach.
Iach. I'll be sworn,
If you will swear you have not done't, you lie;
And I will kill thee, if thou dost deny.
Thou hast made me cuckold.
I will deny nothing.
Post. O, that I had her. here, to tear her limb..
meal! I will go there, and do't ; i'the court; before Her father : -- I'll do something
The government of patience ! You have won :
Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath
He hath against himself.
With all my heart.
Post. Is there no way for men to be, but women
Must be half workers ? We are bastards all.
I am a counterfeit. Yet my mother seem'd
The Dian of that time : so doth
The nonpareil of this. - O vengeance, vengeance !
I thought her chaste as unsunn'd snow. Could I
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 it lying, note it,
The woman's; flattering, hers; deceiving, hers;
Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain,
Nice longings, slanders, mutability,
All faults that may be nam'd, nay that hell knows,
Why, hers, in part, or all ; but, rather, all :
For ev'n 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. [Exit.
Britain. A Room of State in Cymbeline's Palace.
Enter CYMBELINE, Queen, Cloten, and Lords, at
one Door; and at another, Caius Lucius, and Attendants. Cym. Now say, what would Augustus Cæsar with
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,
Yearly three thousand pounds ; which by thee lately
Is left untender'd.
And, to kill the marvel,
Shall be só ever.
There be many Cæsars,
Ere such another Julius, Britain is
A world by itself; and we will nothing pay,
For wearing our own noses.
Which then they had to take from us, to resume.
We have again. - Remember, sir, my liege,
The kings your ancestors; together with
The natural bravery of your isle ; which stands
As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in
With rocks unscaleable, and roaring waters ;
With sands, that will not bear your enemies' boats,
But suck them up to the top-mast. A kind of con-