You must know,
Till the injurious Romans did extort
This tribute from us, we were free:
swell'd so much that it did almost stretch
The sides o' the world, against all colour here
Did put the yoke
upon 's; which to shake off
Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon
Ourselves to be.
Say, then, to Caesar,
Our ancestor was that Mulmutius which
Ordain'd our laws, whose use the sword
Hath too much mangled; whose repair and franchise
Shall, by the power we hold, be our good
Though Rome be therefore angry: Mulmutius made our laws,
Who was the first of Britain which did
His brows within a golden crown and call'd
Himself a king.
I am sorry, Cymbeline,
That I am to pronounce Augustus Caesar
Caesar, that hath more kings his servants
Thyself domestic officersthine enemy:
Receive it from me, then: war and confusion
In Caesar's name
pronounce I 'gainst thee: look
For fury not to be resisted. Thus defied,
I thank thee for myself.
Thou art welcome, Caius.
Thy Caesar knighted me; my youth I spent
Much under him; of him I gather'd
Which he to seek of me again, perforce,
Behoves me keep at utterance. I am perfect
Pannonians and Dalmatians for
Their liberties are now in arms; a precedent
Which not to read would show
the Britons cold:
So Caesar shall not find them.
Let proof speak.
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
adventure, our crows shall fare the better
for you; and there's an end.
I know your master's pleasure and he mine:
All the remain is 'Welcome!'
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