Phi. Sir, be patient: Never talk on't; This is not strong enough to be believ'd Of one persuaded well of She hath been colted by him. Iach. If you seek Post. Ay, and it doth confirm Another stain, as big as hell can hold, Were there no more but it. If you will swear you have not done't, you lie; Thou hast made me cuckold. Iach. 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 Phi. [Exit. Quite besides The government of patience!-You have won: Let's follow him, and pervert 13 the present wrath He hath against himself. Iach. With all my heart. [Exeunt. 13 i. e. avert his wrath from himself, prevent him from injuring himself in his rage. The same. SCENE V. Another Room in the same. Enter POSTHUMUS. Post. Is there no way for men to be, but women Did call my father, was I know not where The nonpareil of this.-O vengeance, vengeance! 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?— Or less, at first: Perchance he spoke not; but, Like a full-acorn'd boar, a German one, 1 Milton was probably indebted to this speech for one of the sentiments which he has imputed to Adam, Par. Lost, b. x. :— O, why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven This novelty on earth, this fair defect See Rhodomonte's invective against women in the Orlando Furioso; and above all a speech which Euripides has put into the mouth of Hippolytus, in the tragedy of that name. 2 We have the same image in Measure for Measure:Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image In stamps that are forbid.' See Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy, Part III. Sect 3. Cry'd, oh! and mounted: found no opposition It is the woman's part: Be it lying, note it, All faults that may be nam'd, nay, that hell knows, They are not constant, but are changing still Not half so old as that. I'll write against them, The very devils cannot plague them better3. [Exit. ACT III. SCENE I. Britain. A Room of State in Enter 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, 3 God could not lightly do a man more vengeance, than in this world to grant him his own foolish wishes.'-Sir T. More's Comfort against Tribulation. And conquer'd it, Cassibelan, thine uncle Queen. Shall be so ever. Clo. And, to kill the marvel, There be many Cæsars, Ere such another Julius. Britain is Queen. That opportunity, 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 conquest Cæsar made here; but made not here his brag Of, came, and saw, and overcame; with shame (The first that ever touch'd him), he was carried From off our coast, twice beaten; and his shipping, (Poor ignorant baubles !) on our terrible seas, Like egg-shells mov'd upon their surges, crack'd As easily 'gainst our rocks: for joy whereof, The fam'd Cassibelan, who was once at point (0, giglot1 fortune!) to master Cæsar's sword, 1 O false and inconstant fortune!' A giglot was a strumpet. So in Measure for Measure, vol. ii. p. 106:-' Away with those giglots too.' And in Hamlet: 'Out, out, thou strumpet fortune!" The poet has transferred to Cassibelan an adventure which happened to his brother Nennius. See Holinshed, book iii. ch. xiii. "The same historie also maketh mention of Nennius, brother to Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright, 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 Cæsar can hide the sun from us with a blanket, or put the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute for light; else, sir, no more tribute, pray you now. Cym. You must know, Till the injurious Romans did extort This tribute from us, we were free: Cæsar's ambition Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed, Who was the first of Britain, which did put Cassibelane, who in fight happened to get Cæsar's sword fastened in his shield, by a blow which Cæsar stroke at him. But Nennius died, within 15 daies after the battel, of the hurt received at Cæsar's hand; although after he was hurt he slew Labienus, one of the Roman tribunes.' 2 i. e. without any pretence of right. |