Peer Reviewed
Cymbeline (Folio 1, 1623)
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?
aaa2 Or
380The Tragedy of Cymbeline.
1354Like a full Acorn'd Boare, a Iarmen on,
1355Cry'de oh, and mounted; found no opposition
1357Should from encounter guard. Could I finde out
1358The Womans part in me, for there's no motion
1359That tends to vice in man, but I affirme
1360It is the Womans part: be it Lying, note it,
1361The womans: Flattering, hers; Deceiuing, hers:
1362Lust, and ranke thoughts, hers, hers: Reuenges hers:
1363Ambitions, Couetings, change of Prides, Disdaine,
1364Nice-longing, Slanders, Mutability;
1365All Faults that name, nay, that Hell knowes,
1366Why hers, in part, or all: but rather all. For euen to Vice
1368One Vice, but of a minute old, for one
1371In a true Hate, to pray they haue their will:
1372The very Diuels cannot plague them better. Exit.