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Cymbeline

Act III, Scene 1

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
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      Now* say,| what would Au|gustus | Caesar | with us?
 
CAIUS LUCIUS
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      When Jul|ius Cae|sar (whose | remem|brance yet
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      Lives in men's eyes,| and will | to ears | and tongues
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      Be theme,| and hear|ing ever)| was in | this Brit||ain
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      And con|quered it,| Cassi|belan,| thine^uncle
        ,           ,          ,        ,          ,
      (Famous | in Cae|sar's prais|es, no | whit^less
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      Than in | his feats | deserv|ing it)| for him
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      And his suc|cession | granted | Rome a | tribute*,
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      Yearly | three* thous|and pounds,| which^(by | thee) late||ly
           ,        ,
      Is left | untend|ered.
 
QUEEN
                              ,         ,         ,      ->
                             And | to kill | the mar||vel,
               ,  ,    x
      Shall / be so | ever.
 
CLOTEN
                                       ,     ,       ->
                           There*| be ma|ny Cae||sars,
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      Ere | such^anoth|er Jul|ius: Brit|ain's a world
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      By itself,| and we | will noth|ing pay
      <-     ,               ,   ,    2
        For wea||ring our / own no|ses.
 
QUEEN
                                              ,     ,    ,
                                        That op|portu|nity
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      Which then | they had | to take | from us,| to resume
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      We have | again.| Remem|ber sir,| my liege,
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      The kings | your an|cestors,| togeth|er with
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      The na|tural brav|ery of | your isle,| which stands
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      As Nep|tune's park, ribbed,| and paled | in
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        With || rocks unscal//able and | roaring | waters,
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      With sands | that will / not bear | your en|emies'| boats,
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      But suck | them up | to the top|mast. A | kind of conquest  (hex with prev)
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      Caesar | made here,| but made | not here^|his brag
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      Of came,| and saw,| and ov|ercame:| with shame
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      (The first | that ev|er touched | him) he | was car||ried
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      From off | our coast,| twice bea/ten: and his | shipping
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      (Poor^ig|norant bau|bles) upon | our ter|rible seas,
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      Like^egg-|shells moved upon | their sur|ges, cracked
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      As eas|ily 'gainst | our rocks.| For joy | whereof,
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      The famed | Cassi|belan,| who was once | at point
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      (O* gig|lot for|tune) to mast|er Cae|sar's sword,
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      Made^Lud's | town with | rejoi|cing fi|res bright,
            ,        ,            ,
      And Brit|ons strut | with cour|age.  \\
 
CLOTEN
Come, there's no more tribute to be paid: our kingdom is stronger than it was at that time; and, as I said, there is no moe such Caesars: other of them may have crooked noses, but to owe such straight arms, none.
 
CYMBELINE
Son, let your mother end.
 
CLOTEN
We have yet many among us can gripe as hard as Cassibelan: I do not say I am one; but I have a hand. Why tribute? why should we pay tribute? If Caesar can hide the sun from us 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.
 
CYMBELINE
You must know,
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      Till the | inju|rious Rom|ans did | extort
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      This trib|ute from us,| we were free.| Caesar's am|bition,
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      Which swelled | so much,| that it | did al|most stretch
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      The sides | of the world,| against | all* col|or here,
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      Did put | the yoke | upon us;| which to shake off
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      Becomes | a warlike peo|ple, whom | we reckon
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      Ourselves | to be,| we do.| Say then to | Caesar,
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      Our an|cestor | was that / Mulmu|tius, which
           ,           ,           ,          ,         ,      2->
      Ordained | our laws,| whose use | the sword | of Cae||sar
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      Hath too | much^mang|led; whose | repair,| and fran||chise^
        ,       2      x          ,               ,    ,
      Shall |(by the power | we hold)| be our / good deed,
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      Though Rome | be there|fore ang|ry. Mulmutius made our laws  ????
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      Who was | the first | of Brit|ain, which | did put
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      His brows | within | a gold|en crown | and called
           ,        ,
      Himself | a king.
 
CAIUS LUCIUS
                         2    ,      ,      ,
                        I am sor|ry Cym|beline,
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      That I | am to pro|nounce Au|gustus | Caesar
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      (Caesar,| that hath | more* kings | his serv|ants, than
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      Thyself | domes|tic of|ficers)| thine en||emy:
             x           ,          ,       2    ,      2->
      Receive it | from me | then. War,| and confu||sion
          ,          ,          ,           ,             ,
      In Cae|sar's name | pronounce | I 'gainst | thee: look
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      For fu|ry, not | to be resist|ed. Thus | defied,
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      I thank | thee for my|self.
 
CYMBELINE
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                                  Thou art | welcome | Caius.
           ,        ,        ,        ,         ,
      Thy Cae|sar knight|ed me;| my youth | I spent
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      Much^und|er him; of | him, I | gathered | honor,
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      Which he,| to seek | of me | again,| perforce,
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      Behooves | me keep | at ut|terance. I am | perfect,
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      That the | Pannon|ians and | Dalma|tians for
             ,      ,         ,         ,       ,     2    ->
      Their lib|erties | are now | in arms:| a pre||cedent*
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      Which | not to read,| would show | the Brit|ons cold:
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      So Cae|sar shall | not find | them.
 
CAIUS LUCIUS
                                                  ,     ,
                                          Let / proof speak.
 
CLOTEN
His majesty bids you welcome. Make pastime with us a day or two, or longer: if you seek us afterwards in other terms, you shall find us in our salt-water girdle: if you beat us out of it, it is yours; if you fall in the adventure, our crows shall fare the better for you; and there's an end.
 
CAIUS LUCIUS
So, sir.
 
CYMBELINE
I know your master's pleasure and he mine: All the remain is welcome.
 
[Exeunt]

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