1979Then Lady, Ladies, Woman, from euery one

1980The best she hath, and she of all compounded

1981Out-selles them all. I loue her therefore, but

1982Disdaining me, and throwing Fauours on

1983The low Posthumus, slanders so her iudgement,

1984That what's else rare, is choak'd: and in that point

1985I will conclude to hate her, nay indeede,

1986To be reueng'd vpon her. For, when Fooles shall---

1988Who is heere? What, are you packing sirrah?

1989Come hither: Ah you precious Pandar, Villaine,

1990Where is thy Lady? In a word, or else

1991Thou art straightway with the Fiends.

1992Pis. Oh, good my Lord.

1993Clo. Where is thy Lady? Or, by Iupiter,

1994I will not aske againe. Close Villaine,

1995Ile haue this Secret from thy heart, or rip

1996Thy heart to finde it. Is she with Posthumus?

1997From whose so many waights of basenesse, cannot

1998A dram of worth be drawne.

1999Pis. Alas, my Lord,

2000How can she be with him? When was she miss'd?

2001He is in Rome.

2002Clot. Where is she Sir? Come neerer:

2003No farther halting: satisfie me home,

2004What is become of her?

2005Pis. Oh, my all-worthy Lord.

2006Clo. All-worthy Villaine,

2007Discouer where thy Mistris is, at once,

2008At the next word: no more of worthy Lord:

2009Speake, or thy silence on the instant, is

2010Thy condemnation, and thy death.

2011Pis. Then Sir:

2012This Paper is the historie of my knowledge

2013Touching her flight.

2014Clo. Let's see't: I will pursue her

2015Euen to Augustus Throne.

2016Pis. Or this, or perish.

2017She's farre enough, and what he learnes by this,

2018May proue his trauell, not her danger.

2019Clo. Humh.

2020Pis. Ile write to my Lord she's dead: Oh Imogen,

2021Safe mayst thou wander, safe returne agen.

2022Clot. Sirra, is this Letter true?

2023Pis. Sir, as I thinke.

2024Clot. It is Posthumus hand, I know't. Sirrah, if thou

2025would'st not be a Villain, but do me true seruice: vnder-

2026go those Imployments wherin I should haue cause to vse

2027thee with a serious industry, that is, what villainy soere I

2028bid thee do to performe it, directly and truely, I would

2029thinke thee an honest man: thou should'st neither want

2030my meanes for thy releefe, nor my voyce for thy prefer-

2031ment.

2032Pis. Well, my good Lord.

2033Clot. Wilt thou serue mee? For since patiently and

2034constantly thou hast stucke to the bare Fortune of that

2035Begger Posthumus, thou canst not in the course of grati-

2036tude, but be a diligent follower of mine. Wilt thou serue

2037mee?

2038Pis. Sir, I will.

2039Clo. Giue mee thy hand, heere's my purse. Hast any

2040of thy late Masters Garments in thy possession?

2041Pisan. I haue (my Lord) at my Lodging, the same

2042Suite he wore, when he tooke leaue of my Ladie & Mi-

2043stresse.

2044Clo. The first seruice thou dost mee, fetch that Suite

2045hither, let it be thy first seruice, go.

2046Pis. I shall my Lord. Exit.

2047Clo. Meet thee at Milford-Hauen: (I forgot to aske

2048him one thing, Ile remember't anon:) euen there, thou

2049villaine Posthumus will I kill thee. I would these Gar-

2050ments were come. She saide vpon a time (the bitternesse

2051of it, I now belch from my heart) that shee held the very

2052Garment of Posthumus, in more respect, then my Noble

2053and naturall person; together with the adornement of

2054my Qualities. With that Suite vpon my backe wil I ra-

2055uish her: first kill him, and in her eyes; there shall she see

2056my valour, which wil then be a torment to hir contempt.

2057He on the ground, my speech of insulment ended on his

2058dead bodie, and when my Lust hath dined (which, as I

2059say, to vex her, I will execute in the Cloathes that she so

2060prais'd:) to the Court Ile knock her backe, foot her home

2061againe. She hath despis'd mee reioycingly, and Ile bee

2062merry in my Reuenge.

2064Be those the Garments?

2065Pis. I, my Noble Lord.

2066Clo. How long is't since she went to Milford-Hauen?

2067Pis. She can scarse be there yet.

2068Clo. Bring this Apparrell to my Chamber, that is

2069the second thing that I haue commanded thee. The third

2070is, that thou wilt be a voluntarie Mute to my designe. Be

2071but dutious, and true preferment shall tender it selfe to

2072thee. My Reuenge is now at Milford, would I had wings

2073to follow it. Come, and be true. Exit

2074Pis. Thou bid'st me to my losse: for true to thee,

2075Were to proue false, which I will neuer bee

2076To him that is most true. To Milford go,

2077And finde not her, whom thou pursuest. Flow, flow

2078You Heauenly blessings on her: This Fooles speede

2079Be crost with slownesse; Labour be his meede. Exit

2082Imo. I see a mans life is a tedious one,

2083I haue tyr'd my selfe: and for two nights together

2084Haue made the ground my bed. I should be sicke,

2085But that my resolution helpes me: Milford,

2086When from the Mountaine top, Pisanio shew'd thee,

2087Thou was't within a kenne. Oh Ioue, I thinke

2088Foundations flye the wretched: such I meane,

2089Where they should be releeu'd. Two Beggers told me,

2090I could not misse my way. Will poore Folkes lye

2091That haue Afflictions on them, knowing 'tis

2092A punishment, or Triall? Yes; no wonder,

2093When Rich-ones scarse tell true. To lapse in Fulnesse

2094Is sorer, then to lye for Neede: and Falshood

2095Is worse in Kings, then Beggers. My deere Lord,

2096Thou art one o'th' false Ones: Now I thinke on thee,

2097My hunger's gone; but euen before, I was

2098At point to sinke, for Food. But what is this?

2099Heere is a path too't: 'tis some sauage hold:

2100I were best not call; I dare not call: yet Famine

2101Ere cleane it o're-throw Nature, makes it valiant.

2102Plentie, and Peace breeds Cowards: Hardnesse euer

2103Of Hardinesse is Mother. Hoa? who's heere?

2104If any thing that's ciuill, speake: if sauage,