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Nor tent to bottom that. But speak.
Pis.

Then, madam,
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,
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, 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'the world's volume i Our Britain seems as of it, but not in it;' In a great pool, a swan's nest; Prytheė, 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 10x

To-morrow: Now, if you could wear a mind
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 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,
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, to a waggish courage ;
Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy, and
As quarrellous as the weasel:5 nay, you must
Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek,
Exposing it (but, O, the harder heart!
Alack no remedy!) to the greedy touch
Of cominon-kissing Titan; and forget
Your laboursome and dainty trimns, wherein
You made great Juno angry.
:Imo.

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

Pis. s. First, make yourself but like one.
Fore-thinking this, I have already fit,
('Tis in my cloak-bag,) doublet, hat, hose, all
That answer to them: Would you, in their serving,
And with what imitation you can borrow

* As quarrellous as the weasel :) This character of the weasel is not warranted by naturalists. Weasels, however, were formerly kept in houses instead of cats, for the purpose of killing vermin:

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. 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 event and All that good time will give us: This attempt .. I'm soldier to, and will abide it with A prince's courage. Away, I pr’ythee, isi 5

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

its Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress, Here is a box: I had it from the queen; j s What's in't is precious; if you are sick at sea, tout Or stomach-qualm'd at land; a dram of this sono Will drive away distemper. To some shade,', st sui And fit you to your manhood :-May the gods. 1,10 Direct you to the best! Imo.

Amen: I thank thee. Ell

[Exeunt.

6 Wherein you are happy,] i. e. wherein you are accomplished. I

7- your means abroad, &c.] As for your subsistence abroad, you may rely on me.

This attempt I'm soldier to,].i. e. I am equal to this attempt; I have enough of ardour to undertake it.

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SCENE V. .. . DELNE V. .

.....!!! A Room in Cymbeline's Palace. Enter Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, Lucius, and

Lords.
Cym. Thus far; and so farewell.
Luc. '. ,

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

Cym. ' . Our subjects, sir,
Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself
To'show 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 befal your grace, and you !..

Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that office;)
The due of honour in no point omit:-
So, farewell, noble Lucius...
Luc.

: Your hand, my lord. : Clo. Receive it friendly: but from this time forth I wear it as your enemy.

Sir, the event Is yet to name the winner: Fare you well. Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my

lords, Till he have cross'd the Severn.- Happiness! "?

[Exeunt Lucius, and Lords, Queen. He goes hence frowning: but it honours

us, That we have given him cause. Clo.

'Tis all the better; Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it.

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* Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor
How it goes here. It fits us therefore, ripely,
Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness:
The powers that he already hath in Gallia
Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves
His war for Britain.

Queen. . 'Tis not sleepy business ;
But must be look'd to speedily, and strongly.

Cym. Our expectation that it would be thus, Hath made us forward. But, my gentle queen, Where is our daughter? She hath not appear’d. Before the Roman, nor to us hath tender'd. The duty of the day: She looks us like ... i A thing inore made of malice, than of duty; i We have noted it. Call her before us; for We have been too slight in sufferance. ;;

Exit an Attendant. Queen. ...!; .' " . Royal sir, Since the exíle of Posthumus, most retir'd Hath her life been; the cure whereof, iny lord, 'Tis time must do. 'Beseech your majesty, Forbear sharp speeches to her: She's a lady So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes, And strokes death to her. ; .

Re-enter an Attendant.

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Where is she, sir? How Can her contempt be answer'd?.... . - Atten.

Please you, sir, Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no answer That will be given to the loud'st of noise we make. · Queen. My lord, when last I went to visit her, She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close;' Whereto constrain’d by her infirinity, She should that duty leave unpaid to you, Which daily she was bound to proffer: this:

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