Thou waft their nurfe; they take thee for their mother, Enter Pifanio, and Imogen. [Exit. Imo. the place 'HOU told'ft me, when we came from horse, Was near at hand. Ne'er long'd my mother fo Where is Pofthumus? What is in thy mind, That makes thee ftare thus ? wherefore breaks that figh From th' inward of thee? one, but painted thus, Into a 'haviour of lefs fear, ere wildness Pif. Please you, read; And you fhall find me, wretched man, a thing The moft difdain'd of fortune. Imogen reads. I TH HY miftrefs, Pifanio, hath play'd the ftrumpet in my bed the teftimonies whereof lie bleeding in me. Speak not out of weak furmifes, but from proof as ftrong as my grief,ant as certain as I exped my revenge. That part part thou, Pifanio, must act for me. If thy faith be not tainted with the breath of hers, let thine hands take away her life: Ifhall give thee opportunity at Milford-Haven. She hath my letter for the purpofe; where, if thou fear to firike, and to make me certain it is done, thou art the Pander to her difhonour, and equally to me difloyal. Pif. What shall I need to draw my fword? the paper Hath cut her throat already:-No, 'tis flander; All corners of the world. Kings, Queens, and ftates, To lie in watch there, and to think on him? nature, To break it with a fearful dream of him, And cry myself awake? that falfe to's bed! Imo. I falfe? thy confcience witnefs, Iachimo,- Thou then look'ft like a villain: now, methinks, Thy favour's good enough. Some Jay of Italy (*Whofe meether was her painting) hath betray'd him: Poor I am ftale, a garment out of fashion ; Men's vows are women's traitors.--All good By thy revolt, oh husband, shall be thought -] the true Word is Meether, a Whofe mother was her painting- Warb. Pif. Madam, here me Imo. True honeft men being heard, like falfe Were in his time thought falfe: and Sinon's Weeping So thou, Pofthumus, Wilt lay the leven to all proper men ; Goodly, and gallant, fhall be false and perjur'd, I draw the fword myself, take it, and hit Pif. Hence, vile inftrument! my Imo. Why, I must die; hand. And, if I do not by thy hand, thou art No fervant of thy mafter's. 'Gainft felf-flaughter There is a prohibition fo divine, That cravens my weak hand: come, here's my heart (Something's afore't)—soft, soft, we'll no defence; [Opening her breast. Obedient as the fcabbard ! What is here? The Scriptures of the loyal Leonatus All turn'd to Herefy? away, away, [Pulling his letters out of her bofom. Corrupters of my faith! you fhall no more Be ftomachers to my heart: thus may poor fools Believe falfe teachers: tho' thofe, that are betray'd, Do feel the treafon fharply, yet the traitor Stands in worfe cafe of woe. And thou, Pofthumus, That fet my difobedience 'gainst the King, And And mad'ft me put into contempt the suits Pif. O gracious lady! Since I receiv'd command to do this bufinefs, Imo. Do't, and to bed then. Pif. I'll break mine eye-balls firft. Imo. Ah, wherefore then Didst undertake it? why haft thou abus'd So many miles, with a pretence? this place? Pif. But to win time To lofe fo bad employment, in the which Imo. Talk thy tongue weary, speak, 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 purpofe 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 fhall 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 Imo. No Court, no Father; nor no more ado Pif. If not at Court, Then not in Britaine muft you 'bide. Imo. Where then? Hath Britaine all the Sun that fhines? Day, night, Are they not but in Britaine? I'th' world's volume Our Britaine feems as of it, but not in it; In a great pool, a fwan's neft. There's living out of Britaine. Pr'ythee, think, You think of other place: th' Ambassador, Now, if you could wear a mind Dark as your fortune is,-] What had the Darkness of her Mind to do with the Concealment of Perfon, which is the only Thing here advised? On the Contrary, her Mind was to continue unchanged, in order to support her Change of Fortune. Shakespear wrote,-Now, if you could wear a mien. Warb. That |