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The Tragedy of Cymbeline. Or lesse; at first ? Perchance he spoke not, but Like a full Acorn'd Boare, a Iarmen on, Cry'de oh, and mounted; found no opposition
[1315]
But what he look'd for, should oppose, and she 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 It is the Womans part: be it Lying, note it,
[1320]
The womans: Flattering, hers; Deceiuing, hers: Lust, and ranke thoughts, hers, hers: Reuenges hers: Ambitions, Couetings, change of Prides, Disdaine, Nice‑longing, Slanders, Mutability; All Faults that name, nay, that Hell knowes,
[1325]
Why hers, in part, or all: but rather all. For euen to Vice They are not constant, but are changing still; One Vice, but of a minute old, for one Not halfe so old as that. Ile write against them, Detest them, curse them: yet 'tis greater Skill
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In a true Hate, to pray they haue their will: The very Diuels cannot plague them better.
Exit.
Actus Tertius. Scena Prima. [Act 3, Scene 1] Enter in State, Cymbeline, Queene, Clotten, and Lords at one doore, and at another, Caius, Lucius, and Attendants. Cym. Now say, what would Augustus Cæsar with vs? Luc. When Iulius Cæsar (whose remembrance yet Liues in mens eyes, and will to Eares and Tongues
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Be Theame, and hearing euer) was in this Britain, And Conquer'd it, Cassibulan thine Vnkle (Famous in Cæsars prayses, no whit lesse Then in his Feats deseruing it) for him, And his Succession, granted Rome a Tribute,
[1340]
Yeerely 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,
[1345]
Ere 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
[1350]
We haue againe. Remember Sir, my Liege, The Kings your Ancestors, together with The naturall brauery of your Isle, which stands As Neptunes Parke, ribb'd, and pal'd in With Oakes vnskaleable, and roaring Waters,
[1355]
With Sands that will not beare your Enemies Boates, But sucke them vp to'th'Top‑mast. A kinde of Conquest 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
[1360]
From 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 As easily 'gainst our Rockes. For ioy whereof, The fam'd Cassibulan, who was once at point
[1365]
(Oh giglet Fortune) to master Cæsars Sword, Made Luds‑Towne with reioycing‑Fires bright,

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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

[1370]

said) there is no mo such Cæsars, other of them may haue

crook'd Noses, but to owe such straite Armes, none.

Cym. Son, let your Mother end. Clot.

We haue yet many among vs, can gripe as hard

as Cassibulan, I doe not say I am one: but I haue a hand.

[1375]

Why Tribute ? Why should we pay Tribute ? If Cæsar

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,
[1380]
Till the iniurious Romans, did extort This Tribute from vs, we were free. Cæsars Ambition, Which swell'd so much, that it did almost stretch The sides o'th'World, against all colour heere, Did put the yoake vpon's; which to shake off
[1385]
Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon Our selues to be, we do. Say then to Cæsar, Our Ancestor was that Mulmutius, which Ordain'd our Lawes, whose vse the Sword of Cæsar Hath too much mangled; whose repayre, and franchise,
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Shall (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.
Luc.
[1395]
I am sorry Cymbeline, That I am to pronounce Augustus Cæsar ( Cæsar, that hath moe Kings his Seruants, then Thy selfe Domesticke Officers) thine Enemy: Receyue it from me then. Warre, and Confusion
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In Cæsars name pronounce I 'gainst thee: Looke For fury, not to be resisted. Thus defide, I thanke thee for my selfe.
Cym. Thou art welcome Caius, Thy Cæsar Knighted me; my youth I spent
[1405]
Much 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
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Which not to reade, would shew the Britaines cold: So Cæsar shall not finde them.
Luc. Let proofe speake. Clot. His Maiesty biddes you welcome. Make pa­ stime with vs, a day, or two, or longer: if you seek vs af­ terwards 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. Cym.
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I know your Masters pleasure, and he mine: All the Remaine, is welcome.
Exeunt.
Scena Secunda. [Act 3, Scene 1] Enter Pisanio reading of a Letter. Pis. How? of Adultery? Wherefore write you not What Monsters her accuse? Leonatus: Oh Master, what a strange infection Is

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Actus Tertius. Scena Prima. [Act 3, Scene 1] Enter in State, Cymbeline, Queene, Clotten, and Lords at one doore, and at another, Caius, Lucius, and Attendants. Cym. Now say, what would Augustus Cæsar with vs? Luc. When Iulius Cæsar (whose remembrance yet Liues in mens eyes, and will to Eares and Tongues
[1335]
Be Theame, and hearing euer) was in this Britain, And Conquer'd it, Cassibulan thine Vnkle (Famous in Cæsars prayses, no whit lesse Then in his Feats deseruing it) for him, And his Succession, granted Rome a Tribute,
[1340]
Yeerely 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,
[1345]
Ere 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
[1350]
We haue againe. Remember Sir, my Liege, The Kings your Ancestors, together with The naturall brauery of your Isle, which stands As Neptunes Parke, ribb'd, and pal'd in With Oakes vnskaleable, and roaring Waters,
[1355]
With Sands that will not beare your Enemies Boates, But sucke them vp to'th'Top‑mast. A kinde of Conquest 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
[1360]
From 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 As easily 'gainst our Rockes. For ioy whereof, The fam'd Cassibulan, who was once at point
[1365]
(Oh giglet Fortune) to master Cæsars Sword, 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

[1370]

said) there is no mo such Cæsars, other of them may haue

crook'd Noses, but to owe such straite Armes, none.

Cym. Son, let your Mother end. Clot.

We haue yet many among vs, can gripe as hard

as Cassibulan, I doe not say I am one: but I haue a hand.

[1375]

Why Tribute ? Why should we pay Tribute ? If Cæsar

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,
[1380]
Till the iniurious Romans, did extort This Tribute from vs, we were free. Cæsars Ambition, Which swell'd so much, that it did almost stretch The sides o'th'World, against all colour heere, Did put the yoake vpon's; which to shake off
[1385]
Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon Our selues to be, we do. Say then to Cæsar, Our Ancestor was that Mulmutius, which Ordain'd our Lawes, whose vse the Sword of Cæsar Hath too much mangled; whose repayre, and franchise,
[1390]
Shall (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.
Luc.
[1395]
I am sorry Cymbeline, That I am to pronounce Augustus Cæsar ( Cæsar, that hath moe Kings his Seruants, then Thy selfe Domesticke Officers) thine Enemy: Receyue it from me then. Warre, and Confusion
[1400]
In Cæsars name pronounce I 'gainst thee: Looke For fury, not to be resisted. Thus defide, I thanke thee for my selfe.
Cym. Thou art welcome Caius, Thy Cæsar Knighted me; my youth I spent
[1405]
Much 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
[1410]
Which not to reade, would shew the Britaines cold: So Cæsar shall not finde them.
Luc. Let proofe speake. Clot. His Maiesty biddes you welcome. Make pa­ stime with vs, a day, or two, or longer: if you seek vs af­ terwards 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. Cym.
[1415]
I know your Masters pleasure, and he mine: All the Remaine, is welcome.
Exeunt.
 

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      <speaker rend="italic">Clot.</speaker>
      <l n="1413">His Maiesty biddes you welcome. Make pa­
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      <lb/>terwards in other tearmes, you shall finde vs in our Salt­
      <lb/>water Girdle: if you beate vs out of it, it is yours: if you
      <lb/>fall in the aduenture, our Crowes shall fare the better for
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      <speaker rend="italic">Luc.</speaker>
      <l n="1414">So sir.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cym-cym">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cym.</speaker>
      <l n="1415">I know your Masters pleasure, and he mine:</l>
      <l n="1416">All the Remaine, is welcome.</l>
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   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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