ACT II - SCENE V. Another room in Philario's house.
Enter POSTHUMUS LEONATUS
1 Is there no way for men to be but women 2 Must be half-workers? We are all bastards; 3 And that most venerable man which I 4 Did call my father, was I know not where 5 When I was stamp'd; some coiner with his tools 6 Made me a counterfeit: yet my mother seem'd 7 The Dian of that time so doth my wife 8 The nonpareil of this. O, vengeance, vengeance! 9 Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd 10 And pray'd me oft forbearance; did it with 11 A pudency so rosy the sweet view on't 12 Might well have warm'd old Saturn; that I thought her 13 As chaste as unsunn'd snow. O, all the devils! 14 This yellow Iachimo, in an hour,--wast not?-- 15 Or less,--at first?--perchance he spoke not, but, 16 Like a full-acorn'd boar, a German one, 17 Cried 'O!' and mounted; found no opposition 18 But what he look'd for should oppose and she 19 Should from encounter guard. Could I find out 20 The woman's part in me! For there's no motion 21 That tends to vice in man, but I affirm 22 It is the woman's part: be it lying, note it, 23 The woman's; flattering, hers; deceiving, hers; 24 Lust and rank thoughts, hers, hers; revenges, hers; 25 Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain, 26 Nice longing, slanders, mutability, 27 All faults that may be named, nay, that hell knows, 28 Why, hers, in part or all; but rather, all; 29 For even to vice 30 They are not constant but are changing still 31 One vice, but of a minute old, for one 32 Not half so old as that. I'll write against them, 33 Detest them, curse them: yet 'tis greater skill 34 In a true hate, to pray they have their will: 35 The very devils cannot plague them better.