A second night of such sweet shortness, which 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 it apparent That you have tasted her in bed, my hand, Tach. 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, A piece of work So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive Post. This is true; And this you might have heard of here, by me, Iach. More particulars Is south the chamber; and the chimney-piece, Post. This is a thing, Which you might from relation likewise reap; Iach. The roof o' the chamber Let it be granted, you have seen all this, (and praise The wager you have lạid. Iach. Then, if you can, Be pale: I beg but leave to air this jewel-See! And now 'tis up again. Post. Jove!— [Pulling out the Bracelet, Once more let me behold it: Is it that Which I left with her? Iach. Sir, I thank her, that: She stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet; And yet enrich'd it too: she gave it me, Post. May be, she pluck'd it off, To send it me. Iach. She writes so to you-doth she? Post. Oh, no, no, no! 'tis true! Here, take this [Gives the Ring. 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 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 ! Phil. 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 so, I hope, he came by't :-Back my ring;- Allsworn, and honourable:-They induced to steal it," Is this, she hath bought the name of whore thus dearly. There, take thy hire; and all the fiends of hell Phil. Sir, be patient; This is not strong enough to be believed Of one persuaded well of Post. Never talk on't: She hath been colted by him. For further satisfying, under her breast (Worthy the pressing) lies a mole, right proud Of that most delicate lodging: By my life I kiss'd it. You do remember This stain upon her? Post. Ay, and it doth confirm Another stain, as big as hell can hold, Were there no more but it! Jach. Will you hear more? Post. Spare your arithmetic; ne'er count the turns; Once, and a million! Iach. I'll be sworn Post. No swearing : If thou wilt swear thou hast not done't, thou liest; And I will kill thee, if thou dost deny Thou hast made me cuckold. Iach. I will 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. Phil. Quite besides The government of patience!-You have won : Jach. With all my heart. [Exit. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Britain. CYMBELINE's Palace. Drums and Trumpets. CYMBELINE, QUEEN, CLOTEN, LOCRINE, MADAN, LUCIUS VARUS, and Roman Officers, discovered. Cym. Now say, what would Augustus Cæsar with us? Luc. When Julius Cæsar And conquer'd it, Cassibelan, thine uncle, Queen. And, to kill the marvel, Shall be so ever. Cloten. There be many Cæsars, Ere such another Julius. Britain is A world by itself; and we will nothing pay For wearing our own noses. 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. Cym. You must know, Till the injurious Roman did extort |