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Be stomachers to my heart.— 'Pr'ythee, dispatch: The lamb entreats the butcher: Where's thy knifer Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding, When I desire it too. Pisanio. Oh, gracious lady, Since I receiv'd command to do this business, I have not slept one wink. Imog. Do’t, and to bed then. Pisanio. I'll wake mine eye-balls blind first. Imog. Wherefore then Didst undertake it Why hast thou gone so far, To be unbent, when thou hast ta'en thy stand, The elected deer before thee Pisanio. But to win time To lose so bad employment: in the which, I have consider'd of a course: Good lady, Hear me with patience. Imog. Talk thy tongue weary; speak: I have heard, I am a strumpet; and mine ear, Therein false struck, can take no greater wound, Nor tent to bottom that. But speak. Pisanio. It cannot be, But that my master is abus'd: Some villain, ay, and singular in his art, Hath done you both this cursed injury. Imog. Some Roman courtezan. Pisanio. No, on my life.— I'll give but notice you are dead, and send him Some bloody sign of it; for 'tis commanded I should do so: You shall be miss'd at court, And that will well confirm it. Imog. Why, good fellow, What shall I do the while * Where bide How live? Or in my life what comfort, when I am Dead to my husband Pisanio. If you'll back to the court,
Imog. No court, no father. Pisanio. If not at court, Then not in Britain must you bide.—Where then? Imog. Hath Britain all the sun that shines 'Pr'ythee, think There's livers out of Britain. Pisanio. I am most 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, You should tread a course Pretty, and full of view: yea, haply, near The residence of Posthumus; so nigh, at least, That though his actions were not visible, yet Report should render him hourly to your ear, As truly as he moves. Imog. O, for such means ! Though peril to my modesty, not death on't, I would adventure. Pisanio. Well, then here's the point: You must forget to be a woman; change Command into obedience; Forethinking this, I have already fit "Tis in my cloakbag,) doublet, hat, hose, all That answer to them : Would you, in their serving, And with what imitation you can borrow From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius Present yourself, desire his service, tell him Wherein you are happy, (which you'll make him know, If that his head have ear in music) doubtless, With joy he will embrace you; for he's honourable, And, doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad You have me, rich : and I will never fail Beginning, nor supplyment. Imog. Thou art all the comfort The gods will diet me with. This attempt
I am soldier too, and will abide it with
ACT THE FOURTH.
Cloten. I love, and hate her : for she's fair and royal, I love her; but, Disdaining me, and throwing favours on The low Posthumus, slanders so her judgment, I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed, To be reveng’d upon her.
Enter PIs AN 10.
Who is here?
Pisanio. Well, my good lord. Cloten. Wilt thou serve me? Pisanio. Sir, I will. Cloten. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Hast any of thy late master's garments in thy possession? Pisanio. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and mistreSS. Cloten. The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit hither: let it be thy first service; go. Pisanio. I shall, my lord. [Erit Pisa Nio. Cloten. Meet thee at Milford Haven: Even there, thou villain Posthumus, will I kill thee.—I would, these garments were come. She said upon a time, that she held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect than my noble and natural person. With that suit upon my back, will I first kill him, and in her eyes: He on the ground, my speech of insultment ended on his dead body, when my appetite hath din'd, to the court I'll foot her home again.My revenge is now at Milford:—"Would I had wings to follow it! [Erit.
Enter Imogen, in Boy's Clothes.
Imog. I see, a man's life is a tedious one: