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And cry myself awake? that 's false to his bed?

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Imo. I false? Thy conscience witness :-Iachimo, Thou didst accuse him of incontinency;

Thou then look'dst like a villain; now, methinks,
Thy favour 's good enough.-Some jay of Italy,
Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him :
Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion;
And, for I am richer than to hang by the walls,
I must be ripp'd :-to pieces with me!-0,

Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming,
By thy revolt, O husband, shall be thought

Put on for villany; not born where 't grows,
But worn, a bait for ladies.

Pis.

Good madam, hear me.

Imo. True honest men being heard, like false

Æneas,

Were, in his time, thought false: and Sinon's weeping Did scandal many a holy tear; took pity

From most true wretchedness: So, thou, Posthumus,
Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men;

Goodly, and gallant, shall be false and perjur'd,
From thy great fail.-Come, fellow, be thou honest:
Do thou thy master's bidding: When thou see'st him
A little witness my obedience: Look!

I draw the sword myself: take it; and hit
The innocent mansion of my love, my heart:
Fear not; 't is empty of all things but grief:
Thy master is not there; who was, indeed,
The riches of it: Do his bidding; strike.
Thou mayst be valiant in a better cause.
But now thou seem'st a coward.

Pis.

Hence, vile instrument!

Thou shalt not damn my hand.

Imo.

Why, I must die;

And if I do not by thy hand, thou art

No servant of thy master's: Against self-slaughter
There is a prohibition so divine

That cravens my weak hand,

heart;

Come, here's my

Something 's afore 't;-Soft, soft; we'll no defence;
Obedient as the scabbard.-What is here?
The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus,

All turn'd to heresy! Away, away,

Corrupters of my faith! you shall no more

Be stomachers to my heart! Thus may poor fools
Believe false teachers: Though those that are betray'd
Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor
Stands in worse case of woe.

And thou, Posthumus, that didst set up
My disobedience 'gainst the king my father,
And make me put into contempt the suits
Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find
It is no act of common passage, but
A strain of rareness: and I grieve myself,
To think when thou shalt be disedg'd by her
That now thou tir'st on, how thy memory

Will then be pang'd by me.-Prithee, despatch:
The lamb entreats the butcher: Where's thy knife?
Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding,
When I desire it too.

Pis.

O gracious lady,

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

Wherefore then

Imo.
Do't, and to bed then.
Pis. I'll wake mine eye-balls blind first.
Imo.
Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abus'd
So many miles, with a pretence? this place?
Mine action, and thine own? our horses' labour?
The time inviting thee? the perturb'd court,
For my being absent; whereunto I never
Purpose return? Why hast thou gone so far

To be unbent when thou hast ta en thy stand,
The elected deer before thee?

Pis.

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.

Imo.

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.

Pis.

Then, madam,

I thought you would not back again.

Imo.

Bringing me here to kill me.

Pis.

Most like;

Not so, neither:

But if I were as wise as honest, then

My purpose would prove well. 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.

Imo. Some Roman courtezan.

No, on my life.

Pis.
I'll give but notice you are dead, and send him
Some bloody sign of it; for 't is commanded
I should do so: You shall be miss'd at court,
And that will well confirm it.

Imo.

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?

Pis. If you 'll back to the court,Imo. No court, no father; nor no more ado With that harsh, noble, simple, nothing: That Cloten, whose love-suit hath been to me As fearful as a siege.

Pis.

If not at court,

Then not in Britain must you bide.

Imo.

Where then?

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

In a great pool, a swan's nest. Prithee, think
There's livers out of Britain

Pis.

I am most glad You think of other place. The ambassador, 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 self-danger;—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.

Imo.

O, for such means!
Though peril to my modesty, 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 self,) to a waggish courage;
Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy, and
As quarrellous as the weasel; nay, you must
Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek,
Exposing it (but, O, the harder heart!
Alack no remedy!) to the greedy touch
Of common-kissing Titan; and forget
Your laboursome and dainty trims, wherein
You made great Juno angry.

Imo.
Nay, be brief:
I see into thy end, and am almost

A man already.

VOL. VIII.

E

Pis.

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

(T is in my cloak-bag,) 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.

Imo.
Thou art all the comfort
The gods will diet me with. Prithee, away:
There's more to be consider'd; but we'll even
All that good time will give us: This attempt
I'm soldier to, and will abide it with

A prince's courage. Away, I prithee.

Pis. Well, madam, we must take a short farewell; Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected 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 sick at sea,
Or stomach-qualm'd at land, a dram of this
Will drive away distemper.-To some 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.

Cym. Thus far; and so farewell.

Luc.

Thanks, royal sir.

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