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Enter a Messenger.
Mes. Please you Sir,
Queen. My lord, when last I went to visit her,
Cym. Her doors lock’d?
Queen. Son, I say; follow the king.
Clot. That man of hers, Pifanio, her old servant,
Queen. Go, look after --
How now, my son?
Clot. 'Tis certain she is fled.
Queen. All the better ; may
Clot. I love and hate her; for she's fair and royal,
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Who is bere? what are you packing, firrah ?
Pis. Oh, good my lord!
Clot. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter,
Pif. Alas, my lord,
Clot. Where is she, Sir? come nearer ;
Pis. Oh, my all-worthy lord!
Clot. All-worthy villain!
Pif. Then, Sir,
Clot. Let's see't ; I will pursue her
[aside. She's far enough, and what he learns by this, May prove his travel, not her danger.
Pis. I'll write to my lord she's dead. Oh, Imogen,
Clot. Sirrah, is this letter true?
Clot. It is Posthumus's hand, I know't. Sirrah, if thou would'st not be a villain, but to do me true service; undergo those employments wherein I should have cause to use thee with a serious industry, that is, what villany soe’er I bid thee do to perform it, directly and truly; I would think thee an honest man, thou shouldīt neither want my means for thy relief, nor my voice for thy preferment. Pis. Well, my good lord.
Clot. Wilt thou serve me? for since patiently and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of that beggar Pofthumus, thou can’st not in the course of gratitude but be a diligent follower of mine. Wilt thou serve me?
Pif. Sir, I will.
Clot. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Hast any of thy late master's garments in thy possession ?
Pis. I have, my lord, at the lodging, the same suit hewore when he took leave of my lady and mistress.
Clot. The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit hither; let it be thy first service, go. Pif. I shall, my lord.
[Exit. Clot. Meet thee at Milford-Haven? I forgot to ask him one thing, I'll remember't anon; even there, thou villain Pofthumus, will I kill thee. I would these garments were come. She said upon a time, (the bitterness of it I now belch from my heart,) that she held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect
noble and natural person, together with the adornment of my qualities. With that suit upon my back will I ravish her; first kill him, and in her eyes --- there shall she see my valour, which will then be a torment to her contempt. He on the ground, my speech of insultment ended on his dead body, and when my lust hath dined, (which as I say, to vex her, I will execute in the cloaths that she so prais’d) to the court I'll knock her back, foot her home again. She hath despis’d me rejoycingly, and I'll be merry in my revenge.
Enter Pisanio, with a suit of cloaths.
Pif. Ay, my noble lord.
Clot. Bring this apparel to my chamber, that is the second thing that I have commanded thee. The third is, that thou wilt
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be a voluntary mute to my design." Be but duteous, and true preferment shall tender it self to thee. My revenge is now at Milford, would I had wings to follow it! come and be true. [Ex.
Pis. Thou biddist me to my loss: for true to thee,
The Forest and Cave.
Enter Imogen in boys cloaths.
I've tired my self; and for two nights together
resolution helps me. Milford, When from the mountain top Pifanio shew'd thee, Thou wast within a ken. Oh Jove, I think Foundations fly the wretched, such I mean, Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars told me, I could not miss my way. Will poor folks lie That have afflictions on them, knowing ʼtis A punishment, or tryal ? yes no wonder, When rich ones scarce tell true. To lapse in fullness Is sorer, than to lye for need; and fallhood Is worse in kings, than beggars. My dear lord! Thou’rt one o’th' false ones; now I think on thee, My hunger's gone; but ev'n before, I was At point to sink for food. But what is this? [Seeing the cave. Here is a path to't -- ’tis some savage hold;