1377Cym. Now say, what would Augustus Caesar with vs?

1378Luc. When Iulius Caesar (whose remembrance yet

1379Liues in mens eyes, and will to Eares and Tongues

1380Be Theame, and hearing euer) was in this Britain,

1381And Conquer'd it, Cassibulan thine Vnkle

1382(Famous in Caesars prayses, no whit lesse

1383Then in his Feats deseruing it) for him,

1384And his Succession, granted Rome a Tribute,

1385Yeerely three thousand pounds; which (by thee) lately

1386Is left vntender'd.

1387Qu. And to kill the meruaile,

1388Shall be so euer.

1389Clot. There be many Caesars,

1390Ere such another Iulius: Britaine's a world

1391By it selfe, and we will nothing pay

1392For wearing our owne Noses.

1393Qu. That opportunity

1394Which then they had to take from's, to resume

1395We haue againe. Remember Sir, my Liege,

1396The Kings your Ancestors, together with

1397The naturall brauery of your Isle, which stands

1398As Neptunes Parke, ribb'd, and pal'd in

1399With Oakes vnskaleable, and roaring Waters,

1400With Sands that will not beare your Enemies Boates,

1401But sucke them vp to'th' Top-mast. A kinde of Conquest

1402Caesar made heere, but made not heere his bragge

1403Of Came, and Saw, and Ouer-came: with shame

1404(The first that euer touch'd him) he was carried

1405From off our Coast, twice beaten: and his Shipping

1406(Poore ignorant Baubles) on our terrible Seas

1407Like Egge-shels mou'd vpon their Surges, crack'd

1408As easily 'gainst our Rockes. For ioy whereof,

1409The fam'd Cassibulan, who was once at point

1410(Oh giglet Fortune) to master Caesars Sword,

1411Made Luds-Towne with reioycing-Fires bright,

1412And Britaines strut with Courage.

1413Clot. Come, there's no more Tribute to be paid: our

1414Kingdome is stronger then it was at that time: and (as I

1415said) there is no mo such Caesars, other of them may haue

1416crook'd Noses, but to owe such straite Armes, none.

1417Cym. Son, let your Mother end.

1418Clot. We haue yet many among vs, can gripe as hard

1419as Cassibulan, I doe not say I am one: but I haue a hand.

1420Why Tribute? Why should we pay Tribute? If Caesar

1421can hide the Sun from vs with a Blanket, or put the Moon

1422in his pocket, we will pay him Tribute for light: else Sir,

1423no more Tribute, pray you now.

1424Cym. You must know,

1425Till the iniurious Romans, did extort

1426This Tribute from vs, we were free. Caesars Ambition,

1427Which swell'd so much, that it did almost stretch

1428The sides o'th' World, against all colour heere,

1429Did put the yoake vpon's; which to shake off

1430Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon

1431Our selues to be, we do. Say then to Caesar,

1432Our Ancestor was that Mulmutius, which

1433Ordain'd our Lawes, whose vse the Sword of Caesar

1434Hath too much mangled; whose repayre, and franchise,

1435Shall (by the power we hold) be our good deed,

1436Tho Rome be therfore angry. Mulmutius made our lawes

1437Who was the first of Britaine, which did put

1438His browes within a golden Crowne, and call'd

1439Himselfe a King.

1440Luc. I am sorry Cymbeline,

1441That I am to pronounce Augustus Caesar

1442(Caesar, that hath moe Kings his Seruants, then

1443Thy selfe Domesticke Officers) thine Enemy:

1444Receyue it from me then. Warre, and Confusion

1445In Caesars name pronounce I 'gainst thee: Looke

1446For fury, not to be resisted. Thus defide,

1447I thanke thee for my selfe.

1448Cym. Thou art welcome Caius,

1449Thy Caesar Knighted me; my youth I spent

1450Much vnder him; of him, I gather'd Honour,

1451Which he, to seeke of me againe, perforce,

1452Behooues me keepe at vtterance. I am perfect,

1453That the Pannonians and Dalmatians, for

1454Their Liberties are now in Armes: a President

1455Which not to reade, would shew the Britaines cold:

1456So Caesar shall not finde them.

1457Luc. Let proofe speake.

1458Clot. His Maiesty biddes you welcome. Make pa-

1459stime with vs, a day, or two, or longer: if you seek vs af-

1460terwards in other tearmes, you shall finde vs in our Salt-

1461water-Girdle: if you beate vs out of it, it is yours: if you

1462fall in the aduenture, our Crowes shall fare the better for

1463you: and there's an end.

1464Luc. So sir.

1465Cym. I know your Masters pleasure, and he mine:

1466All the Remaine, is welcome. Exeunt.