Cymbeline
·III i 19 ·
Verse
Queen That opportunity, Which then they had to take from 's, to resume, We have again. Remember, sir, my liege, The kings your ancestors, together with The natural bravery of your isle, which stands As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in With rocks unscaleable and roaring waters, With sands, that will not bear your enemies. boats, But suck them up to the topmast. A kind of conquest Caesar's made here, but made not here his brag Of 'came, and saw, and overcame:' with shame-- The first that ever touch'd him--he was carried From off our coast, twice beaten; and his shipping-- Poor ignorant baubles!--on our terrible seas, Like egg-shells mov'd upon their surges, crack'd As easily 'gainst our rocks: for joy whereof The fam'd Cassibelan, who was once at point-- O giglot fortune!--to master Caesar's sword, Made Lud's town with rejoicing-fires bright, And Britons strut with courage. |