Hath cut her throat already. What cheer, madam? Imo. False to his bed! What is it to be false ? To lie in watch there, and to think on him?

To weep 'twixt clock and clock? if sleep charge nature,

To break it with a fearful dream of him,

And cry myself awake? that false to 's bed!
Is it?

Pis. Alas, good lady! Madam, hear me.
Imo. Come, do thy master's bidding: when thou
seest him,

A little witness my obedience: Look!
I draw the sword myself: take it; and hit
The innocent mansion of my love, my heart.
Fear not 'tis empty of all things, but grief:
Thy master is not there; who was, indeed,
The riches of it: do his bidding, strike!
But now thou seem'st a coward.

Pis.

Hence, vile instrument !

Thou shalt not damın my hand.

Imo.

Soft, soft! we'll no defence; come. What is here?

Why, I must die ;

[Opening her breast.

The scriptures of the Loyal Leonatus,

All turn'd to heresy? Away, away,

Corrupters of my faith!

[Pulling letters from her bosom.

Prithee, despatch:

Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding,

When I desire it too.

Pis.

O gracious lady,

Since I receiv'd command to do this business,

I have not slept one wink.

Imo.

Do't, and to bed then.

Pis. I'll wake mine eyeballs blind first.

Wherefore then

Imo.
Didst undertake it? Why hast gone so far,
To be unbent, when thou hast ta'en thy stand;
The elected deer before thee?

Pis.

Hear me with patience.

Imo.

To win time:

Talk thy tongue weary; speak:

I have heard, I am a strumpet: and mine ear,
Can take no greater wound nor tent,

To bottom that.

Pis.

Then Madam, it cannot be,

But that my master is abus'd: some villain
Hath done you both this cursed injury.

I'll give but notice you are dèad, and send him
Some bloody sign of it; for 'tis commanded

Imo. No court, no father.
Pis.

You must forget to be a woman; change

Command into obedience.

Imo.

Well then, here's the point:

Nay, be brief:

Make yourself but lìke one.

I see into thy end, and am almost

A màn already.

Pis.

Fore-thinking this, I have already fit

('Tis in my cloak-bag) doublet, hat, hose, all

That answer to them.

Imo. Haste away, I pr'ythee.

Pis. Well, madam, we must take a short farewell: Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected of

Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress,
Here is a box; I had it from the queen ;
What's in't is precious; if you 're sick at sea,
Or stomach-qualm'd at land, a dram of this
Will drive away distemper.-To some shade,
And fit you to your manhood :- May the gods
Direct you to the best!

Imo.

Amen I thank thee.

[Exeunt.

A Room in Cymbeline's Palace.

Enter CYMBELINE, Queen, CLOTEN, LUCIUS,

And am right sorry, that I must report ye

My master's enemy. So, sir, I desire

A conduct over land, to Milford Haven.

Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that

office;

The due of honour in no point omit :

So, farewell, noble Lucius.

Luc.

Sir, the event

Is yet to name the winner; Fare you well.

[Exeunt Lucius and Lords.

Queen. He goes hence fròwning: but it honours us,

That we have given him cause.

Clo.

'Tis all the better.

Cym. Where is our daughter? She hath not ap

pear'd

Before the Roman. Where is she, and how

Can her contempt be answer'd?

Clo.

Please you, sir,

Her chambers are all lòck'd; and there's no answer That will be giv'n to th' loudest noise we make.

Cym. Her doors lock'd, and not seen of late? Grant heavens,

That which I fear prove false !

Clo.

[Exit.

'Tis true, she's fièd.

I love, and hate her; for she's fair and royal;
And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite
Than any lady; she, of all compounded,

Outsells them all: I love her thérefore; But,
Disdaining me, and throwing favours on
The low Posthumus, slanders so her judgement,
I will conclude to háte her, nay, indeed,
To be revèng'd upon her.

Enter PISANIO.

Who is here?

Come hither: Ah, you precious pander! Villain,
Where is thy lady? In a word; or else

Thou art straightway with the fiends!
Pis. O, my all-worthy lord!

Clo.

Speak, or thy silence on the instant is

Thy condemnation and thy death.

Pis.

All-worthy villain!

Then, sir,

[Presenting a Letter.

This paper is the history of my knowledge
Touching her flight.

Clo. Let's see't:—It is Posthumus' hand; I know it.--Sirrah, if thou wouldst not be a villain, but do

me true service; that is, what villainy soe'er I bid thee do, thou shouldst neither want my means for thy relief, nor my voice for thy preferment.

Pis. Well, my good lord.

Clo. Wilt thou serve me?

Pis. Sir, I will.

Clo. Here's my purse.

Hast any of thy late

master's garments in thy possession ?

Pis. I have, my lord, the same suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and mistress.

Clo. Fetch that suit hither: let it be thy first service; go.

Pis. I shall, my lord.

[Exit.

Clo. Meet thee at Milford Haven :-Even there, thou villain, Posthumus, will I kill thee.-She said that she held the very gàrment of Posthumus in more respect than my noble and natural person. With that suit upon my back, will I kill him, and in her eyes. He on the ground, my speech of insultment ended on his dead body, to the court I'll kick her back. She hath despised me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in my revenge.

[Exit.

Before the Cave of Belarius.

Enter IMOGEN in Boy's Clothes.

Imogen.

SEE, a man's life is a tedious one:

I 've 'tir'd myself, and for two nights to

gether

Have made the ground my bed. I should be sìck, But that my resolution helps me.-Milford,

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