Which daily she was bound to proffer: this She wish'd me to make known; but our great court Cym. Her doors lock'd? Not seen of late? Grant, heavens, that, which I fear, Prove false! Queen. Son, I say, follow the king. Clo. That man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant, I have not seen these two days. Queen. Go, look after. [Exit. [Exit CLOTEN. Pisanio, thou that stand'st so for Posthúmus !— Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath seiz'd her; To death, or to dishonour; and my end Can make good use of either: She being down, How now, my son? Clo. Re-enter CLOTEN. 'Tis certain she is fled : Go in, and cheer the king; he rages; none Queen. All the better: May This night forestall him of the coming day'! [Exit Queen. Clo. I love, and hate her: for she's fair and royal; And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite This night forestall him of the coming day!] i. e. may his grief this night prevent him from ever seeing another day, by an anticipated and premature destruction! Than lady, ladies, woman'; from every one The low Posthúmus, slanders so her judgment, To be reveng'd upon her. For, when fools Enter PISANIO. Shall-Who is here? What! are you packing, sirrah? Thou art straightway with the fiends. O, good my lord! Clo. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter I will not ask again. Close villain, Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus? Pis. Alas, my lord, How can she be with him? When was she miss'd? Clo. Where is she, sir? Come ncarer; No further halting: satisfy me home, What is become of her? Pis. O, my all-worthy lord! All-worthy villain! Discover where thy mistress is, at once, At the next word,- No more of worthy lord,- Thy condemnation and thy death. 1 And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite Than lady, ladies, woman;] She has all courtly parts, says he, more exquisite than any lady, than all ladies, than all woman-kind. She's far enough; and what he learns by this, Clo. Aside. Humph! Pis. I'll write to my lord she's dead. O Imogen, [Aside. Sir, as I think. Pis. Clo. It is Posthúmus' hand; I know't.-Sirrah, if thou would'st not be a villain, but do me true service; undergo those employments, wherein I should have cause to use thee, with a serious industry,- that is, what villainy soe'er I bid thee do, to perform it, directly and truly, I would think thee an honest man; thou shouldest neither want my means for thy relief, nor my voice for thy preferment. Pis. Well, my good lord. Clo. Wilt thou serve me? For since patiently and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not in the course of gratitude but be a diligent follower of mine. Wilt thou serve me? Pis. Sir, I will. Clo. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Hast any of thy late master's garments in thy possession? Pis. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and mistress. Clo. The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit hither: let it be thy first service; go. Pis. I shall, my lord. [Exit. Clo. Meet thee at Milford-Haven :-I forgot to ask him one thing; I'll remember't anon :-Even there thou villain, Posthumus, will I kill thee.-I would, these person, together with the With that suit upon my garments were come. She said upon a time, (the bitterness of it I now belch from my heart,) that she held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect than my noble and natural adornment of my qualities. back, will I ravish her: First kill him, and in her eyes; there shall she see my valour, which will then be a torment to her contempt. He on the ground, my speech of insultment ended on his dead body,—and when my lust hath dined, (which, as I say, to vex her, I will execute in the clothes that she so praised,) to the court I'll knock her back, foot her home again. She hath despised me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in my revenge. Re-enter PISANIO, with the Clothes. Be those the garments? Pis. Ay, my noble lord. Clo. How long is't since she went to Milford-Haven ? Pis. She can scarce be there yet. Clo. Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is the second thing that I have commanded thee: the third is, that thou wilt be a voluntary mute to my design. Be but duteous, and true preferment shall tender itself to thee. My revenge is now at Milford; 'Would I had wings to follow it !-Come, and be true. [Exit. Pis. Thou bidd'st me to my loss: for, true to thee, Were to prove false, which I will never be, To him that is most true'. To Milford go, And find not her whom thou pursu'st. Flow, flow, You heavenly blessings, on her! This fool's speed Be cross'd with slowness: labour be his meed! [Exit. 1 To him that is most true.] Pisanio, notwithstanding his master's letter, commanding the murder of Imogen, considers him as true, supposing, as he has already said to her, that Posthumus was abused by some villain, equally an enemy to them both. SCENE VI Before the Cave of Belarius. Enter IMOGEN, in Boy's Clothes. Imo. I see, a man's life is a tedious one: When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd thee, If any thing that's civil,] Civil, for human creature. |