And am right forry, that I must report ye Cym. Our fubjects, Sir, Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself Luc. So, Sir: I défire of you A conduct over land, to Milford-Haven. 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. Clot. Receive it friendly; but from this time forth I wear it as your enemy. Luc. Th' event Is yet to name the winner. Fare you well. Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my Lords, 'Till he have croft the Severn. Happiness! [Exit Lucius, &c. Queen. He goes hence frowning; but it honours us, That we have giv'n him caufe. Clot. '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 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 Britaine. Queen. 'Tis not fleepy bufinefs; But must be look'd to fpeedily, and strongly. We've been too light in fufferance. [Exit a Servant. Queen Queen. Royal Sir, Since the exile of Pofthumus, moft retir'd Hath her life been; the cure whereof, my Lord, Re-enter the Servant. Cym. Where is the, Sir? how Can her contempt be anfwer'd ? Serv. Please you, Sir, Her chambers are all lock/d, and there's no anfwer'. She should that duty leave unpaid to you, She wish'd me to make known; but our great court). Cym. Her doors lock'd? Not feen of late? grant heav'ns, that, which I fear, % Prove falle!. [Exit. Queen. Son, I fay, follow the King. Clot. That man of hers, Pifanio, her old fervant, I have not feen thefe two days. [Exit. Queen, Go, look after Pifanio, thou that ftandit fo for Pofthumus! He hath a drug of mine; I pray, his abfence Where is the gone? haply, defpair hath feiz'd her j To death, or to dishonour, and my end Re-enter Re-enter Cloten. How now, my fon? Clot. 'Tis certain, fhe is filed. Go in and cheer the King, he rages, none Queen. All the better; may This night fore-ftall him of the coming day! [Exit Queen. To be reveng'd upon her. For when fools Enter Pifanio. Who is here? what! are you packing, firrah? but Come hither; ah! you precious pander, villain,., Where is thy lady? in a word, or elfe Thou art ftraightway with the fiends. Pif. Oh, my good Lord! [Drawing bis Swords Clot. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter, I will not afk again. Clofe villain, Pif. Alas, my Lord, How can fhe be with him? when was the mifs'd ? Clot. Where is fhe, Sir? come nearer; No farther halting; fatisfy me home, Pij. Oh, my all-worthy Lord! Clot. Clot. All-worthy villain! Discover where thy mistress is, at once, This paper is the hiftory of my knowledge!! Clot. Let's fee't; I will purfue her Even to Auguftus' throne. Pif. Or this, or perish.. She's far enough; and what he learns by this, Afidei May prove his travel, not her danger. I Člot. Humph. Pif. I'll write to my Lord, fhe's dead. Oh, Imogen, Safe may'ft thou wander, fafe return again! Pif. Sir, as I think. [Afides Clot. It is Pofthumus's hand, I know't. Sirrah, if thou wouldst not be a villain, but do me true fervice. undergo thofe employments, wherein I fhould have, caufe to ufe thee, with a ferious industry; that is, what 'villainy foe'er I bid thee do, to perform it directly and'. truly, I would think thee an honeft man; thou shouldst neither want my means for thy relief, nor my voice for thy preferment. Pif. Well, my good Lord. Clot. Wilt thou ferve me? for fince patiently and conftantly thou haft ftuck to the bare fortune of that beggar Pofthumus, thou can't not in the courfe of gratitude but be a diligent follower of mine. Wilt thou ferve me? Pif. Sir, I will. Haft any Clot. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. of thy late mafter's garments in thy poffeffion? Pif. I have, my Lord, at niy lodging, the fame fuit. he wore when he took leave of my lady and miftrefs. Clot. The first service thou doft me, fetch that suit hither; let it be thy first fervice, go. Pf Pif. I fhall, my Lord. [Exit. (I forgot to Clot. Meet thee at Milford-Haven?afk him one thing, I'll remember anon;) even there, thou villain Posthumus, will I kill thee. I would, these garments were come. She faid upon a time, (the bitterness of it I now belch from my heart,) that the held the very garment of Pofthumus in more respect than my noble and natural perion, together with the adornment of my qualities. With that fuit upon my back will I ravifh her; firft kill him, and in her eyes (there shall fhe fee my valour, which will then be a torment to her contempt.) He on the ground, my fpeech of infultment ended on his dead body; -and when my luft hath dined, (which, as I fay, to vex her, I will execute in the clothes that the fo prais'd) to the court I'll knock her back, foot her home again. She hath despised me rejoycingly, and I'll be merry in my revenge. Enter Pifanio, with a fuit of clothes, Be thofe the garments ? Pif.. Ay, my noble Lord. Clot. How long is't fince fhe went to Milford-Haven? Pif. She can fcarce be there yet. Clot. Bring this apparel to my chamber, that is the fecond thing that I have commanded thee. The third is, that thou wilt be a voluntary mute to my defign. Be but duteous, and due preferment fhall tender itself to thee. My revenge is now at Milford, 'would I had wings to follow it! come and be true. [Exit. Pif. Thou bidd'ft me to my lofs: for true to thee, Were to prove falfe, which I will never be, To him that is moft true. To Milford go, And find not her, whom thou purfu'ft. Flow, flow, You heav'nly bleffings on her! this fool's fpeed Be croft with flownefs; labour be his meed! [Exit. SCENE |