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pure honour gains or loses Your sword or mine； or masterless leaves both
To who shall find them。 IACHIMO。 Sir； my circumstances； Being so near
the truth as I will make them； Must first induce you to believe… whose
strength I will confirm with oath； which I doubt not You'll give me leave
to spare when you shall find You need it not。 POSTHUMUS。 Proceed。
IACHIMO。 First； her bedchamber； Where I confess I slept not； but profess
Had that was well worth watching…it was hang'd With tapestry of silk and
silver； the story； Proud Cleopatra when she met her Roman And Cydnus
swell'd above the banks； or for The press of boats or pride。 A piece of
work So bravely done； so rich； that it did strive In workmanship and value；
which I wonder'd Could be so rarely and exactly wrought； Since the true
life on't was… POSTHUMUS。 This is true； And this you might have heard
of here； by me Or by some other。 IACHIMO。 More particulars Must
justify my knowledge。 POSTHUMUS。 So they must； Or do your honour
injury。 IACHIMO。 The chimney Is south the chamber； and the
chimneypiece Chaste Dian bathing。 Never saw I figures So likely to report
themselves。 The cutter Was as another nature； dumb； outwent her； Motion
and breath left out。 POSTHUMUS。 This is a thing Which you might from
relation likewise reap； Being； as it is； much spoke of。 IACHIMO。 The roof
o' th' chamber With golden cherubins is fretted； her andirons… I had forgot
them… were two winking Cupids Of silver； each on one foot standing；
nicely Depending on their brands。 POSTHUMUS。 This is her honour！ Let
it be granted you have seen all this； and praise Be given to your
remembrance； the description Of what is in her chamber nothing saves
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The wager you have laid。 IACHIMO。 Then； if you can； ＇Shows the
bracelet＇ Be pale。 I beg but leave to air this jewel。 See！ And now 'tis up
again。 It must be married To that your diamond； I'll keep them。
POSTHUMUS。 Jove！ Once more let me behold it。 Is it that Which I left
with her？ IACHIMO。 Sir… I thank her… that。 She stripp'd it from her arm； I
see her yet； Her pretty action did outsell her gift； And yet enrich'd it too。
She gave it me； and said She priz'd it once。 POSTHUMUS。 May be she
pluck'd it off To send it me。 IACHIMO。 She writes so to you； doth she？
POSTHUMUS。 O； no； no； no！ 'tis true。 Here； take this too； ＇Gives the ring＇
It is a basilisk unto mine eye； Kills me to look on't。 Let there be no honour
Where there is beauty； truth where semblance； love Where there's another
man。 The vows of women Of no more bondage be to where they are made
Than they are to their virtues； which is nothing。 O； above measure false！
PHILARIO。 Have patience； sir； And take your ring again； 'tis not yet won。
It may be probable she lost it； or Who knows if one her women； being
corrupted Hath stol'n it from her？ POSTHUMUS。 Very true； And so I hope
he came by't。 Back my ring。 Render to me some corporal sign about her；
More evident than this； for this was stol'n。 IACHIMO。 By Jupiter； I had it
from her arm！ POSTHUMUS。 Hark you； he swears； by Jupiter he swears。
'Tis true… nay； keep the ring； 'tis true。 I am sure She would not lose it。 Her
attendants are All sworn and honourable… they induc'd to steal it！ And by a
stranger！ No； he hath enjoy'd her。 The cognizance of her incontinency Is
this： she hath bought the name of whore thus dearly。 There； take thy hire；
and all the fiends of hell Divide themselves between you！ PHILARIO。 Sir；
be patient； This is not strong enough to be believ'd Of one persuaded well
of。 POSTHUMUS。 Never talk on't； She hath been colted by him。
IACHIMO。 If you seek For further satisfying； under her breast… Worthy
the pressing… lies a mole； right proud Of that most delicate lodging。 By my
life； I kiss'd it； and it gave me present hunger To feed again； though full。
You do remember This stain upon her？ POSTHUMUS。 Ay； and it doth
confirm Another stain； as big as hell can hold； Were there no more but it。
IACHIMO。 Will you hear more？ POSTHUMUS。 Spare your arithmetic；
never count the turns。 Once； and a million！ IACHIMO。 I'll be sworn…
POSTHUMUS。 No swearing。 If you will swear you have not done't； you
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lie； And I will kill thee if thou dost deny Thou'st made me cuckold。
IACHIMO。 I'll deny nothing。 POSTHUMUS。 O that I had her here to tear
her limb…meal！ I will go there and do't； i' th' court； before Her father。 I'll do
something… Exit PHILARIO。 Quite besides The government of patience！
You have won。 Let's follow him and pervert the present wrath He hath
against himself。 IACHIMO。 With all my heart。 Exeunt
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SCENE V。 Rome。 Another room in PHILARIO'S
house
Enter POSTHUMUS
POSTHUMUS。 Is there no way for men to be； but women Must be
half…workers？ We are all bastards； And that most venerable man which I
Did call my father was I know not where When I was stamp'd。 Some
coiner with his tools Made me a counterfeit； yet my mother seem'd The
Dian of that time。 So doth my wife The nonpareil of this。 O； vengeance；
vengeance！ Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd； And pray'd me oft
forbearance； did it with A pudency so rosy； the sweet view on't Might well
have warm'd old Saturn； that I thought her As chaste as unsunn'd snow。 O；
all the devils！ This yellow Iachimo in an hour… was't not？ Or less！… at first？
Perchance he spoke not； but； Like a full…acorn'd boar； a German one； Cried
〃O！' and mounted； found no opposition But what he look'd for should
oppose and she Should from encounter guard。 Could I find out The
woman's part in me！ For there's no motion That tends to vice in man but I
affirm It is the woman's part。 Be it lying； note it； The woman's； flattering；
hers； deceiving； hers； Lust and rank thoughts； hers； hers； revenges； hers；
Ambitions； covetings； change of prides； disdain； Nice longing； slanders；
mutability； All faults that man may name； nay； that hell knows； Why； hers；
in part or all； but rather all； For even to vice They are not constant； but are
changing still One vice but of a minute old for one Not half so old as that。
I'll write against them； Detest them； curse them。 Yet 'tis greater skill In a
true hate to pray they have their will： The very devils cannot plague them
better。 Exit
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ACT III。
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SCENE I。 Britain。 A hall in CYMBELINE'S palace
Enter in state； CYMBELINE； QUEEN； CLOTEN； and LORDS at one
door； and at another CAIUS LUCIUS and attendants
CYMBELINE。 Now say； what would Augustus Caesar with us？
LUCIUS。 When Julius Caesar… whose remembrance yet Lives in men's
eyes； and will to ears and tongues Be theme and hearing ever… was in this
Britain； And conquer'd it； Cassibelan； thine uncle； Famous in Caesar's
praises no whit less Than in his feats deserving it； for him And his
succession granted Rome a tribute； Yearly three thousand pounds； which
by thee lately Is left untender'd。 QUEEN。