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Cymbeline (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Tragedie of Cymbeline. 389
1224You neede it not.
1225Post. Proceed.
1228Had that was well worth watching) it was hang'd
1229With Tapistry of Silke, and Siluer, the Story
1230Proud Cleopatra, when she met her Roman,
1232The presse of Boates, or Pride. A peece of Worke
1234In Workemanship, and Value, which I wonder'd
1236Since the true life on't was---
1237Post. This is true:
1238And this you might haue heard of heere, by me,
1239Or by some other.
1240Iach. More particulars
1243Or doe your Honour iniury.
1244Iach. The Chimney
1245Is South the Chamber, and the Chimney-peece
1247So likely to report themselues; the Cutter
1248Was as another Nature dumbe, out-went her,
1249Motion, and Breath left out.
1250Post. This is a thing
1251Which you might from Relation likewise reape,
1252Being, as it is, much spoke of.
1254With golden Cherubins is fretted. Her Andirons
1255(I had forgot them) were two winking Cupids
1256Of Siluer, each on one foote standing, nicely
1257Depending on their Brands.
1258Post. This is her Honor:
1260Be giuen to your remembrance) the description
1261Of what is in her Chamber, nothing saues
1262The wager you haue laid.
1263Iach. Then if you can
1264Be pale, I begge but leaue to ayre this Iewell: See,
1265And now 'tis vp againe: it must be married
1266To that your Diamond, Ile keepe them.
1267Post. Ioue----
1268Once more let me behold it: Is it that
1269Which I left with her?
1270Iach. Sir (I thanke her) that
1273And yet enrich'd it too: she gaue it me,
1276To send it me.
1278Post. O no, no, no, 'tis true. Heere, take this too,
1279It is a Basiliske vnto mine eye,
1280Killes me to looke on't: Let there be no Honor,
1281Where there is Beauty: Truth, where semblance: Loue,
1282Where there's another man. The Vowes of Women,
1283Of no more bondage be, to where they are made,
1284Then they are to their Vertues, which is nothing:
1286Phil. Haue patience Sir,
1287And take your Ring againe, 'tis not yet wonne:
1289Who knowes if one her women, being corrupted
1290Hath stolne it from her.
1291Post. Very true,
1292And so I hope he came by't: backe my Ring,
1294More euident then this: for this was stolne.
1295Iach. By Iupiter, I had it from her Arme.
1297'Tis true, nay keepe the Ring; 'tis true: I am sure
1298She would not loose it: her Attendants are
1300And by a Stranger? No, he hath enioy'd her,
1301The Cognisance of her incontinencie
1302Is this: she hath bought the name of Whore, thus deerly
1303There, take thy hyre, and all the Fiends of Hell
1304Diuide themselues betweene you.
1305Phil. Sir, be patient:
1306This is not strong enough to be beleeu'd
1307Of one perswaded well of.
1308Post. Neuer talke on't:
1309She hath bin colted by him.
1312(Worthy her pressing) lyes a Mole, right proud
1313Of that most delicate Lodging. By my life
1315To feede againe, though full. You do remember
1316This staine vpon her?
1318Another staine, as bigge as Hell can hold,
1319Were there no more but it.
1320Iach. Will you heare more?
1321Post. Spare your Arethmaticke,
1322Neuer count the Turnes: Once, and a Million.
1325If you will sweare you haue not done't, you lye,
1326And I will kill thee, if thou do'st deny
1327Thou'st made me Cuckold.
1328Iach. Ile deny nothing.
1329Post. O that I had her heere, to teare her Limb-meale:
1330I will go there and doo't, i'th' Court, before
1333The gouernment of Patience. You haue wonne:
1334Let's follow him, and peruert the present wrath
1337Enter Posthumus.
1338Post. Is there no way for Men to be, but Women
1340And that most venerable man, which I
1341Did call my Father, was, I know not where
1342When I was stampt. Some Coyner with his Tooles
1343Made me a counterfeit: yet my Mother seem'd
1344The Dian of that time: so doth my Wife
1345The Non-pareill of this. Oh Vengeance, Vengeance!
1347And pray'd me oft forbearance: did it with
1349Might well haue warm'd olde Saturne;
1350That I thought her
1351As Chaste, as vn-Sunn'd Snow. Oh, all the Diuels!
1352This yellow Iachimo in an houre, was't not?
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