A strain of rareness: and I grieve myself, To think, when thou shalt be dis-edg'd by her -Pr'ythee, dispatch: Will then be pang'd by me.— Pis. O gracious lady! Since I receiv'd command to do this business, Imo. Do't, and to bed then. Pis. I'll wake mine eye-balls blind first. 390 Did'st undertake it? Why hast thou abus'd Pis. But to win time To lose so bad employment: in the which Imo. Talk thy tongue weary; speak: I have heard, I am a strumpet; and mine ear, Nor tent to bottom that. But speak, Pis. Then, madam, 410 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, 420 Some villain, ay, and singular in his art, Pis. No, on my life. I'll give but notice you are dead, and send him Imo. Why, good fellow, 430 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, 440 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 Pis. I am most glad You think of other place. The embassador, Imo. O, for such means! Though peril to my modesty, not death on't, Pis. Well, then here's the point: 450 460 470 Of common-kissing Titan; and forget Your laboursome and dainty trims, wherein 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 Wherein you are happy (which you'll make him know, If that his head have ear in musick), doubtless, Imo. Thou art all the comfort The gods will diet me with. Pr'ythee, away: A prince's courage. Away, I pr'ythee. 490 Pis. Well, madam, we must take a short farewel : Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected of 500 Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress, Will drive away distemper. -To some shade, 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 CYMBELINE. Enter CYMBELINE, Queen, CLOTEN, LUCIUS, and Lords. Cym. 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 My master's enemy. Cym. Our subjects, sir, Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself To shew less sovereignty than they, must needs Luc. So, sir, I desire of you A conduct over land, to Milford-Haven.——— 510 Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that office; The due of honour in no point omit : So, farewel, noble Lucius. Luc. Your hand, my lord. 520 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. |