We must find
An evident calamity, though we had
Our wish, which side should win: for either lima
Must, as a foreign recreant, be led
With manacles through our streets, or else
Triumphantly tread on thy country's ruin;
And bear the palm, for having bravely shed
Thy wife and children's blood. For myself, son,
I purpose not to wait on fortune, till
These wars determine:* if I cannot persuade thec
Rather to show a noble grace to both parts,
Than seek the end of one, thou shalt no sooner
March to assault thy country, than to tread,
(Trust to't, thou shalt not) on thy mother's womb,
That brought thee to this world.

PEACE AFTER A SIEGE.
Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide,
As the recomforted through the gates. Why, hark

you:
The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes,
Tabors and cymbals, and the shouting Romans,
Make the sun dance.

CYMBELINE

ACT І.

PARTING LOVERS.
Imo. THOU shouldst have made him
As little as a crow, or less, ere left
To after-eye him.
Pisa.

Madam, so I did.
Imo. I would have broke mine eye-strings; crack'd

them, but To look

upon him: till the diminution Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle: Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from The smallness of a gnat to air; and then Have turn'd mine eye, and wept.—But, good Pisanio. When shall we hear from him?

• Conclude.

Pisa.

Be assur'd, madam, With his next vantage.*

Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had
Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him,
How I would think on him, at certain hours,
Such thoughts, and such; or I could make him swear
The she's of Italy should not betray
Mine interest, and his honour; or have charged him,
At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight,
To encounter me with orisons,t for then
I am in heaven for him: or ere I could
Give him that parting kiss, which I had set
Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father,
And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north,
Shakes all our buds from growing.

THE BASENESS OF FALSEHOOD TO A WIFE.
Doubting things go ill, often hurts more
Than to be sure they do: For certainties
Either are past remedies. or, timely knowing,
The remedy then born; discover to me
What both you spur and stop. I.
Iach.

Had I this cheek-
To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch,
Whose every touch, would force the feeler's soul

To the oath of loyalty; this object, which
Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye,
Fixing it only here; should I (damn’d then,)
Slaver with lips as common as the stairs,
That mount the Capitol; join gripes with hands
Made hard with hourly falsehood (falsehood, as
With labour;) then lie peeping in an eye,
Base and unlustrous as the smoky light
That's fed with stinking tallow; it were fit,
That all the plagues of

hell should at one time Encounter such revolt. * Opportunity. † Meet me with reciprocal prayer. What you seem anxious to utter, and yet withhold

sense

ACT II. SCENE. A Bedchamber;

in one part of it a Trunk. IMOGEN reading in her Bed; a Lady attending.

Imo. Mine eyes are weak:Fold down the leaf where I have left: To bed! Take not away the taper, leave it burning: And if thou canst awake by four o' the clock, I prythec, call me. Sleep hath seizd me wholly.

[Exit Lady To your protection I commend me, gods! From fairies, and the tempters of the night, Guard me, beseech ye!

[Sleeps. Iachimo from the Trunk. Iach. The crickets sing, and man's o’er-labour'd Repairs itself by rest: Our Tarquin thus Did sostly press the rushes,* ere he waken'd The chastity he wounded. -Cytherea, How bravely thou becom’st thy bed! fresh lily! And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch! But kiss! one kiss! Rubies unparagon'd, How dearly they do't.-Tis her breathing that Perfumes the chamber thus: The flame o' the taper Bows toward her; and would underpeep her lids, To see the enclosed lights, now canopied Under these windows: White and azure, lac'd With blue of heav'ns own tinct. But my design? To note the chamber:-I will write all down: Such, and such pictures;—There the window:

Such
The adornment of her bed;—The arras, figures,
Why, such, and such:-And the contents o' the sto

ry,--
Ah, but some natural notes about her body,
Above ten thousand meaner moveables
Would testify to enrich mine inventory:
O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her!

* It was anciently the custom to strew chambers witb nishes. ti. e. The white skin laced with blue veins. * Tapestry.

And be her sense but as a monument,
Thus in a chapel lying !-Come off, come off;-

[Taking off her Bracelet. As slippery, as the Gordian knot was hard! 'Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly, As strongly as the conscience does within, To the madding of her lord. On her lest breast A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops ľ' the bottom of a cowslip: Here's a voucher, Stronger than ever law could make: this secret Will force him think I have pick'd the lock, and ta’en The treasure of her honour. No more.-To what

end? Why should I write this down, that's riveted, Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading late The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd down, Where Philomel gave up;- I have enough: To the trunk again, and shut the spring of it, Swist, swift, you dragons of the night!-that dawning May bear the raven's eye: I lodge in fear; Though this a hearenly angel, hell is here.

[Goes into the Trunk. The Scene closes.

GOLD.

A SATIRE OF WOMEN,

Tis gold
Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and makes
Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up.
Their deer to the stand of the stealer; and 'tis gold
Which makes the true man kill'd, and sares the thief;
Nay, sometimes, hangs both thief and true man:

What
Can it not do, and undo?

Is there no way for nien 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 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 nonpariel of this.-0 vengeance, vengeance!.

* Modesty.

Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain’d,
And pray'd me, olt, forbearance: did it with
A pudency* so rosy, the sweet view on't
Might well have warm’d old Saturn; that I thought
As chaste as unsun'd snow:

[her

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;
Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain,
Nice longings, slanders, mutability,
All faults that may be nam’d, nay that hell knows,
Why, hers, in part, or all; but, rather, all:
For ev'n 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 bate, to pray they have their will:
The

very devils cannot plague them better

ACT III.

. IMPATIENCE OF A WIFE TO MEET HER HUSBAND, O, for a horse with wings!-Hear'st thou, Pisanie? He is at Milford-Haven: Read, and tell me llow far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs May plod it in a week, why may not I Glide thither in a day?-'Then, true Pisanio, (Who longost like me, to see thy lord: who longost,0, let me bate, but not like me:-yet longʻst,But in a fainter kind;--0, not like me; For mine's beyond beyond,) say, and speak thick, (Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing, To the smothering of the sense,) how far it is To this same blessed Milford: And, by the way, Tell me how Wales was made so happy, as * Modesty. Crowd one word on another, as fast as possible