Cymbeline (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Tragedy of Cymbeline.
¶Like a full Acorn'd Boare, a Iarmen on,
1355Cry'de oh, and mounted; found no opposition
¶Should from encounter guard. Could I finde out
¶The Womans part in me, for there's no motion
¶That tends to vice in man, but I affirme
1360It is the Womans part: be it Lying, note it,
¶The womans: Flattering, hers; Deceiuing, hers:
¶Lust, and ranke thoughts, hers, hers: Reuenges hers:
¶Ambitions, Couetings, change of Prides, Disdaine,
¶Nice-longing, Slanders, Mutability;
1365All Faults that name, nay, that Hell knowes,
¶Why hers, in part, or all: but rather all._For euen to Vice
¶One Vice, but of a minute old, for one
¶In a true Hate, to pray they haue their will:
¶The very Diuels cannot plague them better.
Exit.
¶
Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.
¶
Enter in State, Cymbeline, Queene, Clotten, and Lords at
¶Liues in mens eyes, and will to Eares and Tongues
1380Be Theame, and hearing euer) was in this Britain,
¶Then in his Feats deseruing it) for him,
1385Yeerely three thousand pounds; which (by thee) lately
¶Is left vntender'd.
¶Qu. And to kill the meruaile,
¶Shall be so euer.
¶Clot. There be many Cæsars,
1390Ere such another Iulius: Britaine's a world
¶By it selfe, and we will nothing pay
¶For wearing our owne Noses.
¶Qu. That opportunity
¶Which then they had to take from's, to resume
1395We haue againe. Remember Sir, my Liege,
¶The Kings your Ancestors, together with
¶As Neptunes Parke, ribb'd, and pal'd in
¶With Oakes vnskaleable, and roaring Waters,
1400With Sands that will not beare your Enemies Boates,
¶Cæsar made heere, but made not heere his bragge
¶Of Came, and Saw, and Ouer-came: with shame
¶(The first that euer touch'd him) he was carried
1405From off our Coast, twice beaten: and his Shipping
¶(Poore ignorant Baubles) on our terrible Seas
¶Like Egge-shels mou'd vpon their Surges, crack'd
¶Made Luds-Towne with reioycing-Fires bright,
¶And Britaines strut with Courage.
¶Clot. Come, there's no more Tribute to be paid: our
¶Kingdome is stronger then it was at that time: and (as I
¶Cym. Son, let your Mother end.
¶Clot. We haue yet many among vs, can gripe as hard
¶can hide the Sun from vs 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,
1425Till the iniurious Romans, did extort
¶This Tribute from vs, we were free. Cæsars Ambition,
¶Did put the yoake vpon's; which to shake off
1430Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon
¶Our Ancestor was that Mulmutius, which
1435Shall (by the power we hold) be our good deed,
¶Tho Rome be therfore angry. Mulmutius made our lawes
¶Who was the first of Britaine, which did put
¶His browes within a golden Crowne, and call'd
¶Himselfe a King.
¶(Cæsar, that hath moe Kings his Seruants, then
¶Receyue it from me then. Warre, and Confusion
¶I thanke thee for my selfe.
¶Cym. Thou art welcome Caius,
1450Much vnder him; of him, I gather'd Honour,
¶Which he, to seeke of me againe, perforce,
¶Behooues me keepe at vtterance. I am perfect,
¶That the Pannonians and Dalmatians, for
¶Their Liberties are now in Armes: a President
1455Which not to reade, would shew the Britaines cold:
¶Clot. His Maiesty biddes you welcome. Make pa-
1460terwards in other tearmes, you shall finde vs in our Salt-
¶water-Girdle: if you beate vs out of it, it is yours: if you
¶fall in the aduenture, our Crowes shall fare the better for
¶you: and there's an end.
¶Luc. So sir.
¶All the Remaine, is welcome.
Exeunt.
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Scena Secunda.
¶
Enter Pisanio reading of a Letter.
¶Pis. How? of Adultery? Wherefore write you not
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