Thou art too flow to do thy master's bidding,
When I defire it too.

PIS. O gracious lady,

Since I receiv'd command to do this business,
I have not flept one wink.

IMO. Do't, and to bed then.

PIs. I'll wake mine eyeballs blind first.
IMO. Wherefore then

Didst undertake it? Why haft thou abus'd
So many miles, with a pretence? this place?
Mine action, and thine own? our horfes' labour?
The time inviting thee? the perturb'd court,
For my being abfent; whereunto I never
Purpose return? Why haft thou gone fo far,
To be unbent, when thou haft ta'en thy stand,
The elected deer before thee?

PIs. But to win time

To lose fo bad employment; in the which
I have confider'd of a courfe; Good lady,
Hear me with patience.

IMO. Talk thy tongue weary; speak :

I have heard, I am a ftrumpet; and mine ear, Therein false struck, can take no greater wound, Nor tent to bottom that. But fpeak.

PIs. Then, madam,

I thought you would not back again.

IMO. Moft like;

Bringing me here to kill me.

PIS. Not fo, neither:

But if I were as wife as honest, then

My purpose would prove well. It cannot be,

But that my mafter is abus'd:

Some villain, ay, and fingular 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 fend him
Some bloody fign of it; for 'tis commanded

I fhould do fo: You fhall be miss'd at court,
And that will well confirm it.

IMO. Why, good fellow,

What fhall 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, fimple, nothing;

That Cloten, whofe love-fuit hath been to me
As fearful as a fiege.

PIs. If not at court,

Then not in Britain must you bide.

IMO. Where then?

Hath Britain all the fun that shines? Day, night,
Are they not but in Britain? I' the world's volume
Our Britain feems as of it, but not in it;

In a great pool, a fwan's neft: Pr'ythee, think
There's livers out of Britain.

PIs. I am moft 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 felf-danger; you should tread a course
Pretty, and full of view: yea, haply, near
The refidence of Pofthumus; so nigh, at least,
G g iiij

That though his actions were not visible, yet
Report should render him hourly to your ear,
As truly as he moves.

IMO. O, for fuch means!

Though peril to my modefty, 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 felf,) to a waggish courage;
Ready in gibes, quick-anfwer'd, faucy, and
As quarrellous as the weafel; nay, you must
Forget that rareft treasure of your cheek,
Expofing it (but, O, the harder heart!
Alack, no remedy !) to the greedy touch.
Of common-kiffing Titan; and forget
Your labourfome and dainty trims, wherein
You made great Juno angry.

IMO. Nay, be brief:

I fee into thy end, and am almost

A man already.

Pıs. First, make yourself but like one. Fore-thinking this, I have already fit,

('Tis in my cloak-bag,) doublet, hat, hofe, all That answer to them: Would you, in their ferving,

And with what imitation you can borrow

From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius.
Prefent yourself, defire his fervice, 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, moft holy. Your means abroad

You have me, rich; and I will never fail
Beginning, nor fupplyment.

IMO. Thou art all the comfort

The gods will diet me with. Pr'ythee, away:
There's more to be confider'd; but we'll even
All that good time will give us : This attempt
I'm foldier to, and will abide it with

A prince's courage. Away, I pr'ythee.

PIs. Well, madam, we must take a fhort farewell;
Left, being mifs'd, I be fufpected of

Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress,
Here is a box; I had it from the queen;
What's in't is precious: if you are fick at sea,
Or ftomach-qualm'd at land, a dram of this
Will drive away diftemper. To fome shade,
And fit you to your
manhood:-May the gods
Direct you to the best!

IMO. Amen: I thank thee.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V. A Room in CYMBELINE'S Palace.

Enter CYMBELINE, QUEEN, CLOTEN, LUCIUS, and

Lords.

Crм. Thus far; and fo farewell.

Luc. Thanks, royal fir.

My emperor hath wrote; I must from hence;

And am right forry, that I must report ye

My master's enemy.

Crм. Our fubjects, fir,

Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself

To fhow lefs fovereignty than they, must needs
Appear unkinglike.

Luc. So, fir, I defire of you

A conduct over-land, to Milford-Haven. —

Madam, all joy befal

your grace,

and you!

Crм. 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.

Luc. Sir, the event

Is yet to name the winner: Fare you well.

Crм. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my lords, Till he have crofs'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.

Crм. Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor
How it goes here. It fits us therefore, ripely,
Our chariots and our horfemen be in readiness:
The powers that he already hath in Gallia

Will foon 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.
Crм. 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 flight in sufferance. [Exit an Attend.
QUEEN. Royal fir,