My emperor hath wrote; I must from hence; My master's enemy. Cym. Our subjects, sir, Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself 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 office; 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. "T is all the better; Clo. Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves Queen. The duty of the day: She looks us like [Exit an Attendant. Royal sir, Queen. Cym. Re-enter an Attendant. Can her contempt be answer'd? Atten. Where is she, sir? How Please you, sir, Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no answer She should that duty leave unpaid to you, She wish'd me to make known; but our great court Her door's lock'd? Cym. 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. [Exit CLO. Queen. Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath seiz'd her; How now, my son? Clo. Re-enter CLOTEN. "T is 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 Posthumus, slanders so her judgment, 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 Enter PISANIO. Shall-Who 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. Pis. O, good my lord! Clo. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter, I will not ask again. Close villain, 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 Pis. O, my all-worthy lord! Clo. All-worthy villain! Pis. Then, sir, This paper is the history of my knowledge Clo. [Presenting a letter Let's see 't:-I will pursue her Even to Augustus' throne. Pis. Or this, or perish. She's far enough; and what he learns by this, Clo. [Aside. Humph! Pis. I'll write to my lord she's dead. O Imogen, Safe mayst thou wander, safe return again! Clo. Sirrah, is this letter true? [Aside. Pis. Sir, as I think. Clo. It 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. Pis. Well, my good lord. a Pisanio, in giving Cloten a letter which is to mislead him, means to say, I must either adopt this stratagem, or perish by his fury. 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. Re-enter PISANIO, with the clothes. Be those the garments? Pis. Ay, my noble lord. Clo. How long is 't since she went to MilfordHaven? Pis. She can scarce be there yet. Clo. Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is the |