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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。   CLOTEN。   'Tis   all   the   better; Your   valiant   Britons   have   their 

wishes   in   it。   CYMBELINE。   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   pow'rs   that   he   already   hath   in   Gallia   Will   soon   be 

drawn to head; from whence he moves His war for Britain。 QUEEN。 'Tis 

not    sleepy    business;   But    must    be  look'd    to  speedily    and    strongly。 

CYMBELINE。           Our   expectation     that  it  would   be   thus   Hath   made    us 

forward。   But;   my   gentle   queen;   Where   is   our   daughter?   She   hath   not 

appear'd Before the Roman; nor to us hath tender'd The duty of the day。 

She   looks   us   like A  thing   more   made   of   malice   than   of   duty;   We   have 

noted it。 Call her before us; for We have been too slight in sufferance。 Exit 

a MESSENGER QUEEN。 Royal sir; Since the exile of Posthumus; most 

retir'd   Hath her life   been;   the   cure   whereof;   my  lord;   'Tis   time   must   do。 

Beseech   your   Majesty;   Forbear   sharp   speeches   to   her;   she's   a   lady   So 

tender of rebukes that words are strokes; And strokes death to her。 

       Re…enter MESSENGER 

       CYMBELINE。 Where is she; sir? How Can her contempt be answer'd? 

MESSENGER。 Please you; sir; Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no 



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answer That will be given to th' loud 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。 CYMBELINE。 

Her doors lock'd? Not seen of late? Grant; heavens; that which I fear Prove 

false! Exit QUEEN。 Son; I say; follow the King。 CLOTEN。 That man of 

hers; Pisanio; her old servant; I have not seen these two days。 QUEEN。 Go; 

look after。 Exit CLOTEN Pisanio; thou that stand'st so for Posthumus! He 

hath a drug of mine。 I pray his absence Proceed by swallowing that; for he 

believes It is a thing most precious。 But for her; Where is she gone? Haply 

despair hath seiz'd her; Or; wing'd with fervour of her love; she's flown To 

her desir'd Posthumus。 Gone she is To death or to dishonour; and my end 

Can make good use of either。 She being down; I have the placing of the 

British crown。 

       Re…enter CLOTEN 

       How now; my son? CLOTEN。 'Tis certain she is fled。 Go in and cheer 

the King。 He rages; none Dare come about him。 QUEEN。 All the better。 

May This night forestall him of the coming day! Exit CLOTEN。 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  Posthumus 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 

Shall… 

       Enter PISANIO 

       Who is   here? What;  are   you packing;  sirrah?   Come hither。 Ah;  you 

precious pander! Villain; Where is thy lady? In a word; or else Thou art 

straightway with the fiends。 PISANIO。 O good my lord! CLOTEN。 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? 

From   whose   so   many   weights   of   baseness   cannot   A  dram   of   worth   be 

drawn。  PISANIO。 Alas;  my   lord;  How  can   she   be   with   him? When   was 



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she miss'd? He is in Rome。 CLOTEN。 Where is she; sir? Come nearer。 No 

farther halting! Satisfy me home What is become of her。 PISANIO。 O my 

all…worthy      lord!   CLOTEN。        All…worthy     villain!   Discover     where     thy 

mistress is at once; At the next word。 No more of 'worthy lord'! Speak; or 

thy silence on the instant is Thy condemnation and thy death。 PISANIO。 

Then; sir; This paper is the history of my knowledge Touching her flight。 

'Presenting      a  letter'  CLOTEN。       Let's  see't。  I  will  pursue   her   Even    to 

Augustus' throne。 PISANIO。 'Aside' Or this or perish。 She's far enough; 

and what he learns by this May prove his travel; not her danger。 CLOTEN。 

Humh! PISANIO。 'Aside' I'll write to my lord she's dead。 O Imogen; Safe 

mayst thou wander; safe return again! CLOTEN。 Sirrah; is this letter true? 

PISANIO。   Sir;   as   I   think。   CLOTEN。   It   is   Posthumus'   hand;   I   know't。 

Sirrah; if thou wouldst  not   be a villain; but   do   me true   service;  undergo 

those employments wherein I should have cause to use thee with a serious 

industry… that is; what villainy soe'er I bid thee do; to perform it directly 

and truly… I would think thee an honest man; thou shouldst neither want 

my means for thy relief nor my voice for thy preferment。 PISANIO。 Well; 

my   good   lord。   CLOTEN。   Wilt   thou   serve   me?   For   since   patiently   and 

constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of that beggar   Posthumus; 

thou   canst   not;   in   the   course   of   gratitude;   but   be   a   diligent   follower   of 

mine。 Wilt thou serve me? PISANIO。 Sir; I will。 CLOTEN。 Give me thy 

hand;   here's   my   purse。   Hast   any   of   thy   late   master's   garments   in  thy 

possession? PISANIO。  I have;  my lord;  at my  lodging; the same suit he 

wore   when   he   took   leave   of   my   lady   and   mistress。   CLOTEN。   The   first 

service thou dost me; fetch that suit hither。 Let it be thy first service; go。 

PISANIO。 I shall; my lord。 Exit CLOTEN。 Meet thee at Milford Haven! I 

forgot to ask him one thing; I'll remember't anon。 Even there; thou villain 

Posthumus; will I kill thee。 I would these garments were come。 She said 

upon a time… the bitterness of it I now belch from my heart… that she held 

the very garment of Posthumus in more respect than my noble and natural 

person; together with the adornment of my qualities。 With that suit upon 

my back will I ravish her; first kill him; and in her eyes。 There shall she 

see my valour; which will then be a torment to her contempt。 He on the 

ground; my speech of insultment ended on his dead body; and when my 



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lust hath dined… which; as I say; to vex her I will execute in the clothes that 

she so prais'd… to the court I'll knock her back; foot her home again。 She 

hath despis'd me rejoicingly; and I'll be merry in my revenge。 

       Re…enter PISANIO; with the clothes 

       Be   those   the   garments?   PISANIO。   Ay;   my   noble   lord。   CLOTEN。 

How long is't since she went to Milford Haven? PISANIO。 She can scarce 

be   there   yet。   CLOTEN。   Bring   this   apparel   to   my   chamber;   that   is   the 

second thing that I have commanded thee。 The third is that thou wilt be a 

voluntary  mute   to   my  design。  Be   but duteous   and true;   preferment   shall 

tender itself to thee。 My revenge is now at Milford; would I had wings to 

follow it! Come; and be true。 Exit PISANIO。 Thou bid'st me to my loss; 

for true to thee Were to prove false; which I will never be; To him that is 

most   true。   To   Milford   go; And   find   not   her   whom   thou   pursuest。   Flow; 

flow; You   heavenly   blessings;   on   her!  This   fool's   speed   Be   cross'd   with 

slowness! Labour be his meed! Exit 



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      SCENE VI。 Wales。 Before the cave of BELARIUS 



    Enter IMOGEN alone; in boy's clothes 

       IMOGEN。 I see a man's life is a tedious one。 I have tir'd myself; and 

for two nights together Have made the ground my bed。 I should be sick 

But   that   my  resolution   helps   me。   Milford;  When   from  the   mountain…top 

Pisanio show'd thee; Thou wast within a ken。 O Jove! I think Foundations 

fly   the  wretched;    such;  I  mean;   Where    they  should    be  reliev'd。  Two 

beggars told me I could not miss my way。 Will poor folks lie; That have 

afflictions on them; knowing 'tis A punishment or trial? Yes; no wonder; 

When rich ones scarce tell true。 To lapse in fulness Is sorer than to lie for 

need; and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars。 My dear lord! Thou 

art one o' th' false ones。 Now I think on thee My hunger's gone; but even 

before; I was At point to sink for food。 But what is this? Here is a path to't; 

'tis some savage hold。 I were best not call; I dare not call。 Yet famine; Ere 

clean    it  o'erthrow  nature;   makes    it  valiant。  Plenty  and   peace   breeds 

cowards;     hardness    ever  Of   hardiness    is  mother。  Ho!    who's   here?   If 

anything that's civil; speak; if savage; Take or lend。 Ho! No answer? Then 

I'll enter。 Best draw my sword; and if mine enemy But fear the sword; like 

me; he'll scarcely look on't。 Such a foe; good heavens! Exit into the cave 

       Enter BELARIUS; GUIDERIUS; and ARVIRAGUS 

       BELARIUS。       You;   Polydore;   have   prov'd   best  woodman      and  Are 

master of the feast。 Cadwal and I Will play the cook and servant; 'tis our 

match。 The sweat of industry would dry and die But for the end it works to。 

Come;   our   stomachs   Will   make   what's   homely   savoury;   weariness   Can 

snore upon the flint; when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard。 Now; 

peace    be  here;   Poor   house;   that  keep'st  thyself!   GUIDERIUS。       I  am 

thoroughly     weary。   ARVIRAGUS。         I  am  weak    with  toil;  yet  strong  in 

appetite。 GUIDERIUS。 There is cold meat i' th' cave; we'll browse on that 

Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd。 BELARIUS。 'Looking into the cave' 

Stay; come not in。 But that it eats our victuals; I should think Here were a 

fairy。   GUIDERIUS。   What's   the   matter;   sir?   BELARIUS。。   By   Jupiter;   an 

angel! or; if not; An earthly paragon! Behold divineness No elder than a 

boy! 



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       Re…enter IMOGEN 

       IMOGEN。 Good masters; harm me not。 Before I enter'd here I call'd; 

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