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 To show less sovereignty than they, must needs Luc. So, sir, I desire of you A conduct over land, to Milford-Haven. Madam, all joy befal your grace, and you! Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that of fice; 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. Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my lords, Till he have cross'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. 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 Queen. A thing more made of malice, than of duty: Queen. [Exit an Attendant. Royal sir, Since the exile of Posthumus, most retir'd Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no answer She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close; She wish'd me to make known; but our great court '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 hers, 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!- Can make good use of either: She being down, 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 This night forestall him of the coming day! [Exit Queen. Clo. I 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 Posthúmus, slanders so her judgement, That what's else rare, is chok'd; and, in that point, I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed, To be reveng'd upon her. For, when fools Than any lady, than all ladies, than all womankind. Enter Pisanio. Shall-Who is here? What! are you packing, sirrah? Pis. O, good my lord! Clo. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip Pis. Alas, my lord, How can she be with him? When was she miss'd? He is in Rome. Clo. Where is she, sir? Come nearer; No further halting: satisfy me home, What is become of her? Pis. O, my all-worthy lord! Clo. All-worthy villain! Discover where thy mistress is, at once, At the next word,-No more of worthy lord,- Thy condemnation and thy death. Or this, or perish. She's far enough; and what he learns by this, May prove his travel, not her danger. Clo. [Aside. Humph! Pis. I'll write to my lord she's dead. O Imogen, Safe may'st thou wander, safe return again! 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 industry,—that is, what villainy soe'er I bid thee do, to perform it, directly and truly, I would think thee an honest man: thou shouldest neither want my means for thy relief, nor my voice for thy preferment. Pis. Well, my good lord. Clo. Wilt 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? Pis. Sir, I will. Clo. 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 my lodging, the same suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and mistress. Clo. The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit hither: let it be thy first service; go. Pis. I shall, my lord. [Exit. Clo. Meet 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. |