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Scene VA room in Cymbeline’s palaceEnter Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, Lucius, Lords, and AttendantsCymbelineThus far; and so farewell.Caius LuciusThanks, royal sir. My emperor hath wrote, I must from hence; And am right sorry that I must report ye My master’s enemy.CymbelineOur subjects, sir, Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself To show less sovereignty than they, must needs Appear unkinglike.Caius LuciusSo, sir: I desire of you A conduct over-land to Milford-Haven. Madam, all joy befal your grace!QueenAnd you!CymbelineMy lords, you are appointed for that office; The due of honour in no point omit. So farewell, noble Lucius.Caius LuciusYour hand, my lord.ClotenReceive it friendly; but from this time forth I wear it as your enemy.Caius LuciusSir, the event Is yet to name the winner: fare you well.CymbelineLeave not the worthy Lucius, good my lords, Till he have cross’d the Severn. Happiness!Exeunt Lucius and LordsQueenHe goes hence frowning: but it honours us That we have given him cause.Cloten’Tis all the better; Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it.CymbelineLucius 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.CymbelineOur 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 AttendantQueenRoyal sir, Since the exile of Posthumus, most retired Hath her life been; the cure whereof, my lord, ‘Tis time must do. Beseech your majesty, Forbear sharp speeches to her: she’s a lady So tender of rebukes that words are strokes And strokes death to her.Re-enter AttendantCymbelineWhere is she, sir? How Can her contempt be answer’d?AttendantPlease you, sir, Her chambers are all lock’d; and there’s no answer That will be given to the loudest noise we make.QueenMy 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.CymbelineHer doors lock’d? Not seen of late? Grant, heavens, that which I fear Prove false!ExitQueenSon, I say, follow the king.ClotenThat man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant, have not seen these two days.QueenGo, look after.Exit ClotenPisanio, thou that stand’st so for Posthumus! He hath a drug of mine; I pray his absence Proceed by swallowing that, for he believes It is a thing most precious. But for her, Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath seized her, Or, wing’d with fervor of her love, she’s flown To her desired Posthumus: gone she is To death or to dishonour; and my end Can make good use of either: she being down, I have the placing of the British crown.Re-enter ClotenHow now, my son!Cloten’Tis certain she is fled. Go in and cheer the king: he rages; none Dare come about him.QueenAsideAll the better: may This night forestall him of the coming day!ExitClotenI love and hate her: for she’s fair and royal, And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite Than lady, ladies, woman; from every one The best she hath, and she, of all compounded, Outsells them all; I love her therefore: but Disdaining me and throwing favours on The low Posthumus slanders so her judgment That what’s else rare is choked; and in that point I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed, To be revenged upon her. For when fools Shall—Enter PisanioWho is here? What, are you packing, sirrah? Come hither: ah, you precious pander! Villain, Where is thy lady? In a word; or else Thou art straightway with the fiends.PisanioO, good my lord!ClotenWhere is thy lady? Or, by Jupiter,— I will not ask again. Close villain, I’ll have this secret from thy heart, or rip Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus? From whose so many weights of baseness cannot A dram of worth be drawn.PisanioAlas, my lord, How can she be with him? When was she missed? He is in Rome.ClotenWhere is she, sir? Come nearer; No further halting: satisfy me home What is become of her.PisanioO, my all-worthy lord!ClotenAll-worthy villain! Discover where thy mistress is at once, At the next word: no more of ‘worthy lord!’ Speak, or thy silence on the instant is Thy condemnation and thy death.PisanioThen, sir, This paper is the history of my knowledge Touching her flight.Presenting a letterClotenLet’s see’t. I will pursue her Even to Augustus’ throne.PisanioAsideOr this, or perish. She’s far enough; and what he learns by this May prove his travel, not her danger.ClotenHum!PisanioAsideI’ll write to my lord she’s dead. O Imogen, Safe mayst thou wander, safe return again!ClotenSirrah, is this letter true?PisanioSir, as I think.ClotenIt is Posthumus’ hand; I know’t. Sirrah, if thou wouldst not be a villain, but 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 shouldst neither want my means for thy relief nor my voice for thy preferment.PisanioWell, my good lord.ClotenWilt thou serve me? for since patiently and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not, in the course of gratitude, but be a diligent follower of mine: wilt thou serve me?PisanioSir, I will.ClotenGive me thy hand; here’s my purse. Hast any of thy late master’s garments in thy possession?PisanioI have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and mistress.ClotenThe first service thou dost me, fetch that suit hither: let it be thy lint service; go.PisanioI shall, my lord.ExitClotenMeet thee at Milford-Haven!—I forgot to ask him one thing; I’ll remember’t anon:—even there, thou villain Posthumus, 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 than my 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 clothes that she so praised,—to the court I’ll knock her back, foot her home again. She hath despised me rejoicingly, and I’ll be merry in my revenge.Re-enter Pisanio, with the clothesBe those the garments?PisanioAy, my noble lord.ClotenHow long is’t since she went to Milford-Haven?PisanioShe can scarce be there yet.ClotenBring this apparel to my chamber; that is the second thing that I have commanded thee: the third is, that thou wilt be a voluntary mute to my design. Be but duteous, and true preferment shall tender itself to thee. My revenge is now at Milford: would I had wings to follow it! Come, and be true.ExitPisanioThou bid’st me to my loss: for true to thee Were to prove false, which I will never be, To him that is most true. To Milford go, And find not her whom thou pursuest. Flow, flow, You heavenly blessings, on her! This fool’s speed Be cross’d with slowness; labour be his meed!Exit

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