Poft. So they muft, Or do your honour injury. Is fouth the chamber: and the chimney-piece, Poft. This is a thing, Which you might from relation likewise reap ; Iach. The roof o'th' chamber With golden cherubims is fretted: Th' andirons, Poft. What's this t' her honour? (10) The wager you have laid. Iach. Then, if you can [Pulling out the Bracelet. Be pale, I beg but leave to air this jewel; fee ! And now 'tis up again; it must be married To that your diamond. I'll keep them. ter. (10) -This is ber bonour : Let it be granted you have feen all this, &c.] lachimo impudently pretends to have carried his Point; and, in con- . firmation, is very minute in defcribing to, the Husband all the Furniture and Adornments of his Wife's Bed-chamber. But how is fine Furniture any ways a Princess's Honour? It is an Apparatus fuitable to her Dignity, but certainly makes no part of her CharacIt might have been called her Father's Honour, that her Allotments were proportioned to her Rank and Quality. I am perfuaded, the Poet intended Pofthumus fhould fay; "This particular "Defcription, which you make, can't convince me that I have "loft my Wager: Your Memory is good; and fome of these Things you may have learned from a third Hand, or feen your"felf; yet I expect Proofs more direct and authentick." I think, there is little Question but we ought to restore the place as I have done. -What's this t, ber Honour ? Poft. Poft. Jove! Once more let me behold it: Is it that, Iach. Sir, I thank her, that t She ftripp'd it from her arm, I fee her yet, Poft. May be, fhe pluck'd it off To fend it me. Iach. She writes fo to you? doth the? It is a bafilifk unto mine eye, Here, take this too; Kills me to look on't; let there be no honour, Where there is beauty; truth, where femblance; love, Where there's another man. The vows of women Of no more bondage be, to where they're made, Phil. Have patience, Sir, And take your ring again: 'tis not yet won; Who knows, one of her women, being corrupted, Poft. Very true, And fo, I hope, he came by't;-back my ring; Iach. By Jupiter, I had it from her arm. All honourable; they induc'd to steal it! And, by a stranger!-no, he hath enjoy'd her. The cognizance of her incontinency Is this; the hath bought the name of whore thus dearly; There, take thy hire, and all the fiend's of hell Divide themfelves between you!. Phil. Sir, be patient; This This is not strong enough to be believ'd, Poft. Never talk on't; She hath been colted by him. For further fatisfying, under her breast, Poft. Ay, and it doth confirm Another flain, as big as hell can hold, Iach. Will you hear more? Poft. Spare your arithmetick. Count not the turns once, and a million! Iach. I'll be fworn Poft. No fwearing: If you will fwear you have not done't, you Iye. Thou'ft made me cuckold. Jach. I'll deny nothing. Poft. 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 fomething Phil. Quite befides The government of patience! you have won; He hath against himself. Jach. With all my heart. Re-enter Pofthumus. Exit. [Exeunt. Poft. Is there no way for men to be, but women The 'The Dian of that time; fo doth my wife And pray'd me, oft, forbearance; did it with Might well have warm'd old Saturn-that I thought her' It is the woman's part: be't lying, note it, All faults that may be named, nay, that hell knows, to vice They are not conftant, but are changing ftill For even Not half fo old as that. I'll write against them, Deteft them, curfe them ;- yet 'tis greater skill, [Exit. (31) Like a full-acorn'd Boar, a churning on,] This is Mr. Pope's Reading without any Authority. A Jermen one, in the firf Editions, (fays he,) fince alter'd to a German one. And why not, pray? Is not Weftphalia" a part of Germany? And where are Boars more delicately fed, or more likely to be rank and hot after the Female, than German ones?? * VOL. VII. L ACT ACT III. SCENE, Cymbeline's Palace. Enter, in State, Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, and Lords at one door; and at another Caius Lucius and attendants. CYMBELINE. OW fay, what would Auguftus Cæfar with us? Luc. When Julius Cæfar, (whofe remembrance yet Lives in men's eyes, and will to ears and tongues Be theme, and hearing ever) was in this Britaine, And conquer'd it, Cabelan thine uncle, (Famous in Cafar's praifes, no whit lefs Than in his feats deferving it) for him, And his fucceffion, granted Rome a Tribute, Yearly three thoufand pounds; which by thee lately Is left untender'd. Queen. And, to kill the marvel ? Shall be fo ever. Clot. There be many Cafars, Ere fuch another Julius: Britaine is A world by't self: and we will nothing pay Queen. That opportunity, Which then they had to take from's, to refume With oaks unfkaleable, and roaring waters; With fands, that will not bear your enemies' boats, But fuck them up to th' top-maft. A kind of conqueft Cæfar made here, but made not here his brag Of, |