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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 knifer
Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding, 390
When I desire it too.

Pis. O gracious lady I
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? 4oo
The time inviting thee the perturb’d Court,
For my being absent; 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.

Ino, Talk thy tongue weary; speak: 41 O
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,

A'is. 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, 429
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, 43C
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—
Ino. 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. 449
Imo. Where then
Hath Britain all the sun that shines? Day, night,
Are they not but in Britain I’ the world's volume
Our Britain seems as of it, but not in it;

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,
That though his ačtions 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 here'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 : may, you must Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek, Exposing it (but, O, the harder heart 1 47o 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 48o 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, o 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 supply ment. 495 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 pr’ythee. 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; 5oo 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, r G i j And And fit you to your manhood:—May the gods

Direct you to the best! -
Imo. Amen: I thank thee. [Exeunt.
SCENE V.
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The Palace of CYMBE LINE. Enter Cymbeline, Queen, Clot EN, Lucius, and Lords.

Cym. Thus far; and so farewel.

Iuc. Thanks, royal sir.
My emperor hath wrote : I must from hence;
And am right sorry, that I must report ye 51o
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 condućt 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 :- 52O 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.

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