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A strain of rareness : and I grieve myself,
To think, when thou shalt be dis-edg'd by her
That now thou tir’st on, how thy memory
Will then be pang'd by me. Pr'ythee, dispatch :
The lamb entreats the butcher: Where's thy knife ?
Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding,

390 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 eye-balls blind first.

Imo. Wherefore then
Did'st undertake it? Why hast thou abus'd
So many miles, with a pretence? this place ?
Mine action and thine own? our horses' labour? 400
The time inviting thee ? the perturb'd court,
For my being absenț; whereunto I never
Purpose to return? Why hast thou gone so far,
To be unbent, when thou hast ta'en thy stand,
The elected deer before thee?

Pis. But to win time
To lose so bad employment: in the which
I have consider'd of a course; Good lady,
Hear me with patience.
Imo. Talk thy tongue weary; speak :

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I have heard, I am a strumpet; and mine ear,
Therein false struck, can take no greater wound,
Nor tent to bottom that. But speak.
Pis. Then, madam,

I thought

I thought you would not back again.

Imo. Most like;
Bringing me here to kill me.

Pis. Not so, neither :
But if I were as wise as honest, then
My purpose would prove well. It cannot be,

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But that my master is abus'd :
Some villain, ay, and singular in his art,
Hath done you both this cursed injury,

Imo. Some Roman courtezan.

Pis. No, on my life.
I'll give but notice you are dead, and send him
Some bloody sign of it ; for 'tis commanded
I should do so : You shall be miss'd at court,
And that will well confirm it.
Imo. Why, good fellow,

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What shall I do the while ? Where bide ? How live?
Or in my life what comfort, when I am
Dead to my husband ?

Pis. If you'll back to the court

Imo. No court, no father; nor no more ado
With that harsh, noble, simple, nothing ;
That Cloten, whose love-suit hath been to me
As fearful as a siege,

Pis. If not at court,
Then not in Britain must you bide,

Imo. Where then ?
Hath Britain all the sun that shines ? Day, night,
Are they not but in Britain i l'the world's volume
Our Britain seems as of it, but not in its

In a great pool, a swan's nest : Pr’ythee, think
There's livers out of Britain.

Pis. I am most glad
You think of other place. The embassador,
Lucius the Roman, comes to Milford-Haven
To-morrow: Now, if you could wear a mind 450
Dark as your fortune is; and but disguise
That, which, to appear itself, must not yet be,
But by self-danger; you should tread a course
Pretty, and full of view : yea, haply, near
The residence of Posthumus; so nigh, at least,
Thať though his actions were not visible, yet
Report should render him hourly to your ear,
As truly as he moves.

Imo. O, for such means !
Though peril to my modesty, not death on't, 460
I would adventure.

Pis. Well, then frere's the point:
You must forget to be a woman; change
Command into obedience ; fear, and niceness
(The handmaids of all women, or, more truly,
Woman its pretty self), into a waggish courage ;
Ready in gybes, quick-answer’d, saucy, and
As quarrellous as the weazel : nay, you must
Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek,
Exposing it (but, O, the harder heart !

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Alack, no remedy) to the greedy touch
Of common-kissing Titan; and forget
Your laboursome and dainty trims, wherein
You made great Juno angry.

Imo. Nay, be brief:
I see into thy end, and am almost
A man already.

Pis. First, make yourself but like one.
Fore-thinking this, I have already fit
('Tis in my cloke-bag), doublet, hat, hose, all 480
That answer to them: Would you in their serving,
And with what imitation you can borrow,
From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius
Present yourself, desire his service, tell him
Wherein you are happy (which you'll make him

know, If that his head have ear in musick), doubtless, With joy he will embrace you ; for he's honourable, And, doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad You have me, rich; and I will never fail Beginning, nor supplyment.

490 Imo. Thou art all the comfort The gods will diet me with. Pr’ythee, away : There's more to be consider'd; but we'll even All that good time will give us : This attempt I am soldier to, and will abide it with A prince's courage. Away, I proythee.

Pis. Well, madam, we must take a short farewel : 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 ; 300 What's in't is precious : if you are sick at sea, Or stomach-qualm'd at land, a dram of this Will drive away distemper. -To some shade, Gij

And

And fit you to your manhood :--May the gods
Direct you to the best!
Imo. Amen: I thank thee.

(Exeunt.

SCENE V.

The Palace of CYMBELINÉ. Enter CYMBELINE,

Queen, CLOTEN, LUCIUS, and Lords. Gym. Thus far; and so farewel.,

Luc. Thanks, royal sir.
My emperor hath wrote: I must from hence ;
And am right sorry, that I must report ye 510
My master's enemy.

Cym. Our subjects, sir,
Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself
To shew less sovereignty than they, must needs
Appear unkinglike.

Luc. So, sir, I desire' of you
A conduct over land, to Milford-Haven.
Madam, all joy befall your grace, and you!

Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that office The due of honour in no point omit:

520 So, farewel, noble Lucius.

Luc. Your hand, my lord.

Clot. Receive it friendly: but from this time forth I wear it as your enemy.

Luc. Sir, the event
Is yet to name the winner : Fare you well.

Cym.

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