And cry myself awake? that's false to his bed?
Is it ?

Pis. Alas, good lady!

Imo. I false? Thy conscience witness:

Iachimo,

Thou didst accuse him of incontinency;

Thou then look'dst like a villain; now, methinks, Thy favour's good enough. Some jay 9 of Italy, Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd

him:

Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion;
And, for I am richer than to hang by the walls,
I must be ripp'd: -to pieces with me! .0,
Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seem-
ing,

By thy revolt, O husband, shall be thought
Put on for villainy; not born, where't grows;
But worn, a bait for ladies.

Pis.

Good madam, hear me.

Imo. True honest men being heard, like false

Eneas,

Were, in his time, thought false: and Sinon's

weeping

Did scandal many a holy tear; took pity

From most true wretchedness: So, thou, Posthúmus,

Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men:

Goodly, and gallant, shall be false, and perjur'd, From thy great fail.Come, fellow, be thou honest:

Do thou thy master's bidding: when thou see'st him, A little witness my obedience: Look!

I draw the sword myself: take it; and hit

9 Putta, in Italian signifies both a jay and a whore. 1 Likeness.

The innocent mansion of my love, my heart:
Fear not 'tis empty of all things, but grief:
Thy master is not there; who was, indeed,
The riches of it: Do his bidding; strike.
Thou may'st be valiant in a better cause;
But now thou seem'st a coward.

Pis.

Hence, vile instrument!

Thou shalt not damn my hand.

Imo.

Why, I must die; And if I do not by thy hand, thou art

No servant of thy master's: Against self-slaughter There is a prohibition so divine,

That cravens 2 my weak hand. Come, here's my heart;

--

Something's afore't:-Soft, soft; we'll no defence;
Obedient as the scabbard. What is here?
The scriptures 3 of the loyal Leonatus,
All turn'd to heresy? Away, away,

Corrupters of my faith! you shall no more

Be stomachers to my heart! Thus may poor fools Believe false teachers: Though those that are betray'd

Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor
Stands in worse case of woe.

And thou, Posthumus, thou that didst set up
My disobedience 'gainst the king my father,
And make me put into contempt the suits
Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find
It is no act of common passage, but
A strain of rareness: and I grieve myself,
To think, when thou shalt be disedg'd by her
That now thou tir'st 4 on, how thy memory
Will then be pang'd by me. — Pr'ythee, despatch:

2 Cowards.

3 The writings.

4 Feedest or preys on.

The lamb entreats the butcher: Where's thy knife? Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding,

When I desire it too.

Pis.

O gracious lady,

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 Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abus'd So many miles, with a pretence? this place? Mine action, and thine own? our horses' labour? The time inviting thee? the perturb'd court, For my being absent; whereunto I never Purpose 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.

Imo.
Talk thy tongue weary; speak:
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.

Pis.

I thought you would not back again.

Imo.

Bringing me here to kill me.

Pis.

Then, madam,

Most like;

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.

Where then?

Imo.
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
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.

VOL. IX.

O, for such means!

H

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: 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 common-kissing Titan5: 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 cloak-bag,) doublet, hat, hose, all 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,

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 7, rich; and I will never fail Beginning, nor supplyment.

Imo.

5 The sun.

Thou art all the comfort

6 i. e. Wherein you are accomplished. 7 As for your subsistence abroad, you may rely on me.