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me, and throwing Fauours on

       The low Posthumus, slanders so her iudgement,

       That what’s else rare, is choak’d: and in that point

       I will conclude to hate her, nay indeede,

       To be reueng’d vpon her. For, when Fooles shall-

       Enter Pisanio.

       Who is heere? What, are you packing sirrah?

       Come hither: Ah you precious Pandar, Villaine,

       Where is thy Lady? In a word, or else

       Thou art straightway with the Fiends

       Pis. Oh, good my Lord

       Clo. Where is thy Lady? Or, by Iupiter,

       I will not aske againe. Close Villaine,

       Ile haue this Secret from thy heart, or rip

       Thy heart to finde it. Is she with Posthumus?

       From whose so many waights of basenesse, cannot

       A dram of worth be drawne

       Pis. Alas, nay Lord,

       How can she be with him? When was she miss’d?

       He is in Rome

       Clot. Where is she Sir? Come neerer:

       No farther halting: satisfie me home,

       What is become of her?

       Pis. Oh, my all-worthy Lord

       Clo. All-worthy Villaine,

       Discouer where thy Mistris is, at once,

       At the next word: no more of worthy Lord:

       Speake, or thy silence on the instant, is

       Thy condemnation, and thy death

       Pis. Then Sir:

       This Paper is the historie of my knowledge

       Touching her flight

       Clo. Let’s see’t: I will pursue her

       Euen to Augustus Throne

       Pis. Or this, or perish.

       She’s farre enough, and what he learnes by this,

       May proue his trauell, not her danger

       Clo. Humh Pis. Ile write to my Lord she’s dead: Oh Imogen,

       Safe mayst thou wander, safe returne agen

       Clot. Sirra, is this Letter true?

       Pis. Sir, as I thinke

       Clot. It is Posthumus hand, I know’t. Sirrah, if thou would’st not be a Villain, but do me true seruice: vndergo those Imployments wherin I should haue cause to vse thee with a serious industry, that is, what villainy soere I bid thee do to performe it, directly and truely, I would thinke thee an honest man: thou should’st neither want my meanes for thy releefe, nor my voyce for thy preferment

       Pis. Well, my good Lord

       Clot. Wilt thou serue mee? For since patiently and constantly thou hast stucke to the bare Fortune of that Begger Posthumus, thou canst not in the course of gratitude, but be a diligent follower of mine. Wilt thou serue mee? Pis. Sir, I will

       Clo. Giue mee thy hand, heere’s my purse. Hast any

       of thy late Masters Garments in thy possession?

       Pisan. I haue (my Lord) at my Lodging, the same

       Suite he wore, when he tooke leaue of my Ladie & Mistresse

       Clo. The first seruice thou dost mee, fetch that Suite

       hither, let it be thy first seruice, go

       Pis. I shall my Lord.

       Enter.

       Clo. Meet thee at Milford-Hauen: (I forgot to aske him one thing, Ile remember’t anon:) euen there, thou villaine Posthumus will I kill thee. I would these Garments were come. She saide vpon a time (the bitternesse of it, I now belch from my heart) that shee held the very Garment of Posthumus, in more respect, then my Noble and naturall person; together with the adornement of my Qualities. With that Suite vpon my backe wil I rauish her: first kill him, and in her eyes; there shall she see my valour, which wil then be a torment to hir contempt. He on the ground, my speech of insulment ended on his dead bodie, and when my Lust hath dined (which, as I say, to vex her, I will execute in the Cloathes that she so prais’d:) to the Court Ile knock her backe, foot her home againe. She hath despis’d mee reioycingly, and Ile bee merry in my Reuenge. Enter Pisanio.

       Be those the Garments?

       Pis. I, my Noble Lord

       Clo. How long is’t since she went to Milford-Hauen?

       Pis. She can scarse be there yet

       Clo. Bring this Apparrell to my Chamber, that is the second thing that I haue commanded thee. The third is, that thou wilt be a voluntarie Mute to my designe. Be but dutious, and true preferment shall tender it selfe to thee. My Reuenge is now at Milford, would I had wings to follow it. Come, and be true.

       Exit

       Pis. Thou bid’st me to my losse: for true to thee,

       Were to proue false, which I will neuer bee

       To him that is most true. To Milford go,

       And finde not her, whom thou pursuest. Flow, flow

       You Heauenly blessings on her: This Fooles speede

       Be crost with slownesse; Labour be his meede.

       Exit

      SCENE VI.

       Enter Imogen alone.

       Imo. I see a mans life is a tedious one,

       I haue tyr’d my selfe: and for two nights together

       Haue made the ground my bed. I should be sicke,

       But that my resolution helpes me: Milford,

       When from the Mountaine top, Pisanio shew’d thee,

       Thou was’t within a kenne. Oh Ioue, I thinke

       Foundations flye the wretched: such I meane,

       Where they should be releeu’d. Two Beggers told me,

       I could not misse my way. Will poore Folkes lye

       That haue Afflictions on them, knowing ‘tis

       A punishment, or Triall? Yes; no wonder,

       When Rich-ones scarse tell true. To lapse in Fulnesse

       Is sorer, then to lye for Neede: and Falshood

       Is worse in Kings, then Beggers. My deere Lord,

       Thou art one o’th’ false Ones: Now I thinke on thee,

       My hunger’s gone; but euen before, I was

       At point to sinke, for Food. But what is this?

       Heere is a path too’t: ‘tis some sauage hold:

       I were best not call; I dare not call: yet Famine

       Ere cleane it o’re-throw Nature, makes it valiant.

       Plentie, and Peace breeds Cowards: Hardnesse euer

       Of Hardinesse is Mother. Hoa? who’s heere?

       If any thing that’s ciuill, speake: if sauage,

       Take, or lend. Hoa? No answer? Then Ile enter.

       Best draw my Sword; and if mine Enemy

       But feare the Sword like me, hee’l scarsely looke on’t.

       Such a Foe, good Heauens.

       Enter.

      SCENE VII.

       Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Aruiragus

       Bel. You Polidore haue

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