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 sheShould from encounter guard. Could I finde outThe Womans part in me, for there's no motionThat tends to vice in man, but I affirmeIt 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 ViceThey are not constant, but are changing still;One Vice, but of a minute old, for oneNot halfe so old as that. Ile write against them,Detest them, curse them: yet 'tis greater Skill
[1330]
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
[1335]
Be Theame, and hearing euer) was in this Britain,And Conquer'd it,
Cassibulan thine Vnkle
(Famous in Cæsars prayses, no whit lesseThen in his Feats deseruing it) for him,And his Succession, granted Rome a Tribute,
[1340]
Yeerely three thousand pounds; which (by thee) latelyIs 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 payFor wearing our owne Noses.Qu.That opportunityWhich then they had to take from's, to resume
[1350]
We haue againe. Remember Sir, my Liege,The Kings your Ancestors, together withThe naturall brauery of your Isle, which standsAs Neptunes Parke, ribb'd, and pal'd inWith 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 ConquestCæsar 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 SeasLike Egge‑shels mou'd vpon their Surges, crack'dAs 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,
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 extortThis Tribute from vs, we were free.
Cæsars Ambition,
Which swell'd so much, that it did almost stretchThe 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 reckonOur selues to be, we do. Say then to
Cæsar,
Our Ancestor was that
Mulmutius, which
Ordain'd our Lawes, whose vse the Sword of
CæsarHath 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 putHis browes within a golden Crowne, and call'dHimselfe 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, forTheir 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.
Scena Secunda.
[Act 3, Scene 1]
Enter Pisanio reading of a Letter.Pis.How? of Adultery? Wherefore write you notWhat Monsters her accuse?
Leonatus:Oh Master, what a strange infectionIs
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 lesseThen in his Feats deseruing it) for him,And his Succession, granted Rome a Tribute,
[1340]
Yeerely three thousand pounds; which (by thee) latelyIs 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 payFor wearing our owne Noses.Qu.That opportunityWhich then they had to take from's, to resume
[1350]
We haue againe. Remember Sir, my Liege,The Kings your Ancestors, together withThe naturall brauery of your Isle, which standsAs Neptunes Parke, ribb'd, and pal'd inWith 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 ConquestCæsar 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 SeasLike Egge‑shels mou'd vpon their Surges, crack'dAs 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 extortThis Tribute from vs, we were free.
Cæsars Ambition,
Which swell'd so much, that it did almost stretchThe 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 reckonOur selues to be, we do. Say then to
Cæsar,
Our Ancestor was that
Mulmutius, which
Ordain'd our Lawes, whose vse the Sword of
CæsarHath 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 putHis browes within a golden Crowne, and call'dHimselfe 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, forTheir 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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<l n="1397">(<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>, that hath moe Kings his Seruants, then</l>
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<l n="1407">Behooues me keepe at vtterance. I am perfect,</l>
<l n="1408">That the Pannonians and Dalmatians, for</l>
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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
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<speaker rend="italic">Luc.</speaker>
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<sp who="#F-cym-cym">
<speaker rend="italic">Cym.</speaker>
<l n="1415">I know your Masters pleasure, and he mine:</l>
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