The gods will diet me with. Pr'ythee, away: A prince's courage. Away, I pr'ythee. Pis. Well, madam, we must take a short farewell: Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected of Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress, Imo. Amen: I thank thee. SCENE V. [Exeunt. 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 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 Luc. So, sir, I desire of you 8 Equal to. A conduct over land, to Milford-Haven.- So, farewell, noble Lucius. Luc. Your hand, my lord. Clo. Receive it friendly: but from this time forth I wear it as your enemy. Luc. Sir, the event Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my lords, Till he have cross'd the Severn.-Happiness! Clo. 'Tis all the better; Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it. 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 A thing more made of malice, than of duty: We have noted it.-Call her before us; for We have been too slight in sufferance. [Exit an Attendant. Royal sir, Queen. Суть. Re-enter an Attendant. Can her contempt be answer'd? Where is she, sir? How 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 infirmity, She should that duty leave unpaid to you, Which daily she was bound to proffer: this She wish'd me to make known; but our great court Made me to blame in memory. Cym. Her doors lock'd? Not seen of late? Grant, heavens, that, which I fear, Prove false ! Queen. Son, I say, follow the king. [Exit. Clo. That man of her's, Pisanio, her old servant, I have not seen these two days. Queen. Go, look after. [Exit CLOTEN. Pisanio, thou that stand'st so for Posthumus! To her desir'd Posthumus: Gone she is . Re-enter CLOTEN. How now, my son ? Clo. 'Tis certain she is fled: Go in, and cheer the king; he rages; none Queen. All the better; May [Exit Queen. This night forestall him of the coming day! Clo. I love, and hate her: for she's fair and royal: And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite Enter PISANIO. Shall-Who is here? What are you packing, sirrah? Come hither: Ah, you precious pander! Villain, Pis. O, good my lord! Clo. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter I will not ask again. Close villain, 9 Than any lady, than all ladies, than all womankind. ! I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip Alas, my lord, Pis. How can she be with him? When was she miss'd? He is in Rome. Clo. No further halting: satisfy me home, Where is she, sir? Come nearer; All-worthy villain! Pis. O, my all-worthy lord! Clo. Discover where thy mistress is, at once, At the next word,-No more of worthy lord,— Pis. Then, sir, This paper is the history of my knowledge [Presenting a Letter. Let's see't:-I will pursue her Even to Augustus' throne. Pis. Or this, or perish.] She's far enough; and what he learns by this, May prove his travel, not her danger. Aside. Humph! Clo. Clo. Sirrah, is this letter true? [Aside. Sir, as I think. Clo. It is Posthumus' 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 in |