Pif. But to win time. To lofe fo bad employment, in the which Imo. Talk thy tongue weary, fpeak. I've heard I am a ftrumpet; and mine ear, Therein falfe ftruck, can take no greater wound, Nor tent to bottom that, But fpeak. Pif. Then, Madam, I thought you would not back again. Bringing me here to kill me. Pif. Not fo, neither; But if I were as wife as honeft, then My purpose would prove well. It cannot be Imo. Some Roman courtezan Pif. No, on my life. I'll give him notice you are dead, and fend him 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? Pif. If you'll back to th' court Inio. No court, no father; nor no more ado With that harsh, noble, fimple nothing, Cloten, That Cloten whofe love-fuit hath been to me As fearful as a fiege.. Pif. If not at court, Then not in Britain muft you 'bide. Imo. Where then? Hath Britain all the fun that fhines? Day, night, Are they not but in Britain? I' th' world's volume Our Britain feems as of it, but not in it; In a great pool, a fwan's neft. Pr'ythee, think, There's livers out of Britain. Pif I'm most glad You think of other place. Th' ambaffador, Imo. Oh! for fuch means, Though peril to my modesty, not death on't,- 'Pif. Well then, here's the point : You must forget to be a woman; change- Imo. Nay, be brief: I fee into thy end, and am almost A man already. Pif. Firft, make yourself but like one. Forethinking this, I have already fit, 'Tis in my cloak-bag, doublet, hat, hofe, all That anfwer to them. Would you in your serving, And with what imitation you can borrow From youth of fuch a feafon, 'fore noble Lucius Prefent yourself, defire his fervice, tell him Wherein you're happy; which you'll make him know, If that his head have ear in mufic: doubtless, With joy he will embrace you; for he's honourable, tie. Likely to prove fuccessful. And, doubling that, moft holy. Your means abroad? You have ine rich; and I will never fail. Beginning, nor fupply. Imo. Thou'rt all the comfort The Gods will diet me with. Prythee, away. There's more to be confider'd; but we'll even + All that good time will give us. This attempt I'm foldier to, and will abide it with A prince's courage. Away, I pr'ythee. Pif. Well, Madam, we must take a fhort farewell Left, being mils'd, I be fufpected of Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress, And fit you to your manhood; Imo. Amen: I thank thee. SCENE To fome fhade, may the Gods [Exeunt feverally. V. Changes to the Palace of Cymbeline. Enter Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, Lucius, and Lords, Cym. Thus far, and fo farewell. Luc. Thanks, royal Sir. My Emperor hath wrote: I must from hence, My mafter's enemy. Cym. Our fubjects, Sir, Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself, Luc. So, Sir: I defire of you A conduct over land to Milford-haven. Cym. My Lords, you are appointed for that office + We'll make our work even with our time; we'll do what time will allow. Johnjon. The due of honour in no point omit: Luc. Your hand, my Lord." Clot. Receive it friendly; but-from this time forth I wear it as your enemy. Luc. Th event Is yet to name the winner. Fare you well. Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my Lords, Till he have crofs'd the Severn. Happiness! [Exit Lucius, &c. Queen. He goes hence frowning; but it honours That we have giv'n him caufe. Clat. 'Tis all the better; Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it. [us, 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 foon be drawn to head, from whence he moves His: war for Britain. Queen. 'Tis not fleepy bufmefs, But must be look'd to speedily and strongly. Cym. Our expectation that it.fhould be thus, Queen. Royal Sir, [Exit a Servant. ↑ Since the exile of Pofthumus, most retir'd Hath her life been; the cure whereof, my Lord,-. Re-enter the Servant. Cym. Where is the, Sir? how ་ ་ . Can her contempt be anfwer'd? Serv. Please you, Sir, Her chambers are allock'd, and there's no answer She thould that duty leave unpaid to you, She wifh'd me to make known; but our great court Cym. Her doors lock'd? Not feen of late? grant, Heav'ns, that which I fear Queen. Son, I fay, follow the King. [Exit. Clot. That man of hers, Pifanio, her old fervant, I have not feen thefe two days. Queen. Go, look after. Pifanio, that stands fo for Pofthumus, He hath a drug of mine; I pray his absence [Exit. Where is the gone? haply despair hath feiz'd her;} Can make good ufe of either. She being down, Re-enter Cloten. How now, my fon? "Clot. "Tis certain fhe 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 Clot. I love and hate her; -for the's fair and roval, And that the hath all courtly parts more exquifite- The best the hath, and the of all compounded |