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lach. More particulars
Muit justify my knowledge.

Poft. So they must,
Or do your honour injury.

lach. The chimney
Is fouth the chamber; and the chimney-piece,
Chalte Dian bathing: never saw I figures
So likely to report themselves; the cutter
Was as another nature, dumb, out-went her;
Motion and breath left out.

Pot. (20) This is a thing
Which you might from relation likewise reap ;
Being, as it is, much spoke of.

lach. The roof oth' chamber
With golden cherubims is fretted: the andirons,
(I had forgot them) were two winking Cupids
Of silver, each on one foot standing, nicely
Depending on their brands.

Poft. What's this t'her honour? (21)

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Which you might from relation likewise read,

Being, as it is, much spoke of] To read from relation; i. e. from men's reports viva voce, is a figure, I am sure, never used by Shakespeare; whatever, riading in any one's eyes, might have been : but this again is the manufacture of our modern editors. The old editions read, as I have reformed the text. (21)

This is her honour : Let it be granted you have seen all this, &c.] Jachimo impudently pretends to have carried his point ; and, in confirmation, is very minute in describing to the busband all the furniture and adornments of his wife's bedchamber. But how is fine furniture anywise a princess's honour ? It is an apparatus suitable to her dignity, buť certainly makes no part of her character. It might have been called her father's honour, that her allotments were proportioned to her rank and quality. I am persuaded the Poet intended Postbumus should lay; " This particular ” description which you make, cannot convince me that

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Let it be granted you have seen all this,
Praise be to your remembrance, the description
Of what is in her chamber nothing saves
The

wager you have laid. lach. 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.

Poft. Jove!
Once more let me behold it: is it that
Which I left with her?

Tach. Sir, I thank her, that:
She itripped it from her arm, I see her yet,
Her pretty action did out-sell her gift,
And yet enriched it too; ihe gave it me,
And laid, the prized it once.

Pol. May be the plucked it off
To send it nie.

lach. She writes so to you? doth she?

Poft. O, no, no, no; 'tis true. Here, take this too; 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're made, Than they are to their virtues, which is nothing; O, above measure false !----

I have lost my wager : your meniory is good; and some " of these things you may have learned from a third hand,

or seen yourself; yet I expect proof; more direct and au" thentic.'' I think there is little question but we ought to restor: the place thus :

-What's this t'her honour ?? I proposed this emendation in the Appendix to my Shakespeare Restored, and Mr Pope has thought fit to embrace it in his last edition.

Phil. Have patience, Sir,
And take your ring again : ’tis not yet won;
It may be probable the lost it; or,
Who knows, one of her women, being corrupted,
Hath stolen it from her.

Poft. 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 stole.

lach. By Jupiter, I had it from her arm.
Poft. Hark you, he swears; by Jupiter he swears.
'Tis true---nay, keep the ring---'tis true ; I'm sure
She could not lose it; her attendants are
All honourable; they induced to steal it !
And, by a stranger !---no, he hath enjoyed 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!

Phil. Sir, be patient;
This is not strong enough to be believed,
Of one persuaded well of.---

Post. Never talk on't.
She hath been colted by him.

lach. If you feek
For further satisfying, under her breast,
Worthy the pressing, lyes a mole, right proud
Of that most delicate lodging. By my life,
I kissed it; and it gave me present hunger
To feed again, though full. You do remember
This stain upon her?

Pof. Ay, and it doth confirm
Another itain, as big as hell can hold,
Were there no more but it.

lach. Will you hear more?

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Poft. Spare your arithmetic.
Count not the turns: once, and a million !

Iach. I'll be sworn--
Poft. No fwearing;
If you

will swear you have not done't, you lie.. And I will kill thee if thou dost deny Thou'st made me cuckold.

Jach. I'll deny nothing.

Poft. O, that I had her here, to tearherlimb-meal! I will go there, and do't i'th' court before Her father-I'll do fomething

[Exit. Phil. Quite befides The government of patience! you have won; Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath He hath against himself. lach. With all my heart.

[Exeunt. Re-enter POSTHUMUS. Poft. Is there no way for men to be, but women Must be half-workers? we are bastards all; And that most venerable man, which I Did call my father, was I know not where When I was stamped. Some coiner with his tools Made me a counterfeit; yet my mother seemed The Dian of that time; fo doth my

wife The nonpareil of this-Oh vengeance, vengeance! Me of my lawful pleasure the restrained, And prayed me oft forbearance; did it with A pudency fo rosy, the sweet view on't Might well have warmed old Saturn-that I

thought her As chaste as unfunned snow. Oh, all the Devils ! This yellow Iachimo in an hour--was’t not? Or leis: at firit ? perchance, he spoke not, but Like a full-acorned boar, a German one, (22)

(22) Like a full-acorned boar, a churning ox,] This is Mr Pope's reading, without any authority. A

Cried oh! and mounted; found no opposition
But what he looked for should oppose, and the
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’t lying, note it,
The woman's; flattering hers; deceiving hers;
Lust, and rank thoughts, hers, hers; revenges, hers;
Ambitions, coverings, change of prides, disdain,
Nice longings, flanders, mutability:
All faults that may be named, 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 truc hate, to pray they have their will;
The very devils cannot plague them better. [Exit.

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Enter in State, CYMBELINE, Queen, CLOTEN, and

Lords at one Door; and at another CAIUS,
LUCIUS and Attendants.

CYMBELINE.

NOW
TOW fay, what would Augustus Cæsar with

us?

Jerinen one, in the first editions ; (says he) finre altered to a German one- And why not, pray? Is not Westphalia 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?

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