The gods will diet me with. Pr'ythee, away : A prince's courage. Away, I pr'ythee. 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, 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. 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 8 Equal to. 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. Clo. Receive it friendly: I wear it as your enemy. Luc. Your hand, my lord. but from this time forth 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. "Tis all the better; Clo. Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves Queen. 1 We have noted it.-Call her before us; for Queen. [Exit an Attendant. Royal sir, Since the exile of Posthumus, most retir'd Re-enter an Attendant. Cym. Where is she, sir? How Can her contempt be answer'd? Atten. Please you, sir, Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no answer That will be given to the loud'st of noise we make. Queen. My lord, when last I went to visit her, She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close; Whereto constrain'd by her infirmity, She should that duty leave unpaid to you, Which daily she was bound to proffer: this She wish'd me to make known; but our great court Made me to blame in memory. 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. Pisanic, thou that stand'st so for Posthúmus!- Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath seiz'd her; To death, or to dishonour; and my end 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 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? ⚫ Than any lady, than all ladies, than all womankind. Come hither: Ah, you precious pandar! Villain, 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, I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus? 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. She's far enough; and what he learns by this, Aside, May prove his travel, not her danger. Clo. Humph! Pis. I'll write to my lord she's dead. O Imogen, |