1469Pis. How? of Adultery? Wherefore write you not

1470What Monsters her accuse? Leonatus:

1471Oh Master, what a strange infection

1472Is falne into thy eare? What false Italian,

1473(As poysonous tongu'd, as handed) hath preuail'd

1474On thy too ready hearing? Disloyall? No.

1475She's punish'd for her Truth; and vndergoes

1476More Goddesse-like, then Wife-like; such Assaults

1477As would take in some Vertue. Oh my Master,

1478Thy mind to her, is now as lowe, as were

1479Thy Fortunes. How? That I should murther her,

1480Vpon the Loue, and Truth, and Vowes; which I

1481Haue made to thy command? I her? Her blood?

1482If it be so, to do good seruice, neuer

1483Let me be counted seruiceable. How looke I,

1484That I should seeme to lacke humanity,

1485So much as this Fact comes to? Doo't: The Letter.

1486That I haue sent her, by her owne command,

1487Shall giue thee opportunitie. Oh damn'd paper,

1488Blacke as the Inke that's on thee: senselesse bauble,

1489Art thou a Foedarie for this Act; and look'st

1490So Virgin-like without? Loe here she comes.

1492I am ignorant in what I am commanded.

1493Imo. How now Pisanio?

1494Pis. Madam, heere is a Letter from my Lord.

1495Imo. Who, thy Lord? That is my Lord Leonatus?

1496Oh, learn'd indeed were that Astronomer

1497That knew the Starres, as I his Characters,

1498Heel'd lay the Future open. You good Gods,

1499Let what is heere contain'd, rellish of Loue,

1500Of my Lords health, of his content: yet not

1501That we two are asunder, let that grieue him;

1502Some griefes are medcinable, that is one of them,

1503For it doth physicke Loue, of his content,

1504All but in that. Good Wax, thy leaue: blest be

1505You Bees that make these Lockes of counsaile. Louers,

1506And men in dangerous Bondes pray not alike,

1507Though Forfeytours you cast in prison, yet

1508You claspe young Cupids Tables: good Newes Gods.

1516Oh for a Horse with wings: Hear'st thou Pisanio?

1517He is at Milford-Hauen: Read, and tell me

1518How farre 'tis thither. If one of meane affaires

1519May plod it in a weeke, why may not I

1520Glide thither in a day? Then true Pisanio,

1521Who long'st like me, to see thy Lord; who long'st

1522(Oh let me bate) but not like me: yet long'st

1523But in a fainter kinde. Oh not like me:

1524For mine's beyond, beyond: say, and speake thicke

1525(Loues Counsailor should fill the bores of hearing,

1526To'th' smothering of the Sense) how farre it is

1527To this same blessed Milford. And by'th' way

1528Tell me how Wales was made so happy, as

1529T' inherite such a Hauen. But first of all,

1530How we may steale from hence: and for the gap

1531That we shall make in Time, from our hence-going,

1532And our returne, to excuse: but first, how get hence.

1533Why should excuse be borne or ere begot?

1534Weele talke of that heereafter. Prythee speake,

1535How many store of Miles may we well rid

1536Twixt houre, and houre?

1537Pis. One score 'twixt Sun, and Sun,

1538Madam's enough for you: and too much too.

1539Imo. Why, one that rode to's Execution Man,

1540Could neuer go so slow: I haue heard of Riding wagers,

1541Where Horses haue bin nimbler then the Sands

1542That run i'th' Clocks behalfe. But this is Foolrie,

1543Go, bid my Woman faigne a Sicknesse, say

1544She'le home to her Father; and prouide me presently

1545A Riding Suit: No costlier then would fit

1546A Franklins Huswife.

1547Pisa. Madam, you're best consider.

1548Imo. I see before me (Man) nor heere, not heere;

1549Nor what ensues but haue a Fog in them

1550That I cannot looke through. Away, I prythee,

1551Do as I bid thee: There's no more to say:

1552Accessible is none but Milford way. Exeunt.