Imo.
Thou told'st me, when we came from horse, the place
Was near at hand:—Ne'er long'd my mother so
To see me first, as I have now:—Pisanio! Man!
Where is Posthúmus^{6 note}

That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks that sigh
From the inward of thee? One, but painted thus,
Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd
Beyond self-explication: Put thyself
Into a haviour^{7 note}
of less fear, ere wildness
Vanquish my staider senses. What's the matter?
Why tender'st thou that paper to me, with
A look untender? If it be summer news,
Smile to't before^{8 note}



: if winterly, thou need'st
But keep that countenance still.—My husband's hand!
That drug-damn'd^{9 note} Italy hath out-craftied him^{1 note}

May take off some extremity, which to read
Would be even mortal to me.

Pis.
Please you, read;
And you shall find me, wretched man, a thing
The most disdain'd of fortune.

Imo. [Reads.]

Thy mistress, Pisanio, hath played the strumpet in my bed; the testimonies whereof lie bleeding in me. I speak not out of weak surmises; but from proof as strong as my grief, and as certain as I expect my revenge. That part, thou, Pisanio, must act for me, if thy faith be not tainted with the breach of hers. Let thine own hands take away her life: I shall give thee opportunities at Milford-Haven: she hath my letter for the purpose: Where, if thou fear to strike, and to make me certain it is done, thou art the pandar to her dishonour, and equally to me disloyal.

Pis.
What shall I need to draw my sword? the paper
Hath cut her throat already^{2 note}

.—No, 'tis slander;
Whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose tongue
Outvenoms all the worms of Nile^{3 note}

All corners of the world: kings, queens, and states^{5 note}

Imo.
False to his bed! What is it, to be false?
To lie in watch there, and to think on him^{6 note}

Pis.
Alas, good lady!

Imo.
I false? Thy conscience witness:—Iachimo,
Thou didst accuse him of incontinency;
Thou then look'dst like a villain; now, methinks,
Thy favour's good enough^{7 note}


.—Some jay of Italy^{8 note}

Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion^{1 note};
And, for I am richer than to hang by the walls,
I must be ripp'd^{2 note}

Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming,
By thy revolt, O husband, shall be thought
Put on for villany; not born, where't grows;
But worn, a bait for ladies.

Pis.
Good madam, hear me.

Imo.
True honest men being heard, like false Æneas,
Were, in his time, thought false; and Sinon's weeping
Did scandal many a holy tear; took pity
From most true wretchedness: So, thou, Posthúmus,
Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men^{3 note}

The innocent mansion of my love, my heart:
Fear not; 'tis empty of all things, but grief:
Thy master is not there; who was, indeed,
The riches of it: Do his bidding; strike.
Thou may'st be valiant in a better cause;
But now thou seem'st a coward.

Pis.
Hence, vile instrument!
Thou shalt not damn my hand.

Imo.
Why, I must die;
And if I do not by thy hand, thou art
No servant of thy master's: Against self-slaughter^{4 note}


There is a prohibition so divine,
That cravens my weak hand^{5 note}

And thou, Posthúmus, thou that^{8 note} did'st set up
My disobedience 'gainst the king my father,
And make me put into contempt the suits
Of princely fellows^{9 note}, shalt hereafter find
It is no act of common passage, but
A strain of rareness: and I grieve myself,
To think, when thou shalt be disedg'd^{1 note} by her
That now thou tir'st on^{2 note}, how thy memory
Will then be pang'd by me.—Pr'ythee, despatch:
The lamb entreats the butcher: Where's thy knife?
Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding,
When I desire it too.

Pis.
O gracious lady,
Since I receiv'd command to do this business,
I have not slept one wink.

Imo.
Do't, and to bed then.

Pis.
I'll wake mine eye-balls blind first^{3 note}

Imo.
Wherefore then
Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abus'd
So many miles, with a pretence? this place?
Mine action, and thine own? our horses' labour?
The time inviting thee? the perturb'd court,
For my being absent; whereunto I never
Purpose return? Why hast thou gone so far,
To be unbent^{3 note}, when thou hast ta'en thy stand,
The elected deer before thee^{4 note}


?

Pis.
But to win time;
To lose so bad employment: in the which
I have consider'd of a course; Good lady,
Hear me with patience.

Imo.
Talk thy tongue weary; speak:
I have heard, I am a strumpet; and mine ear,
Therein false struck, can take no greater wound,
Nor tent, to bottom that. But speak.

Pis.
Then, madam,
I thought you would not back again.

Imo.
Most like:
Bringing me here to kill me.

Pis.
Not so, neither:
But if I were as wise as honest, then
My purpose would prove well. It cannot be,
But that my master is abus'd:

Some villain, ay, and singular in his art,
Hath done you both this cursed injury.

Imo.
Some Roman courtezan.

Pis.
No, on my life.
I'll give but notice you are dead, and send him
Some bloody sign of it; for 'tis commanded
I should do so: You shall be miss'd at court,
And that will well confirm it.

Imo.
Why, good fellow,
What shall I do the while? Where bide? How live?
Or in my life what comfort, when I am
Dead to my husband?

Pis.
If you'll back to the court,—

Imo.
No court, no father; nor no more ado
With that harsh, noble, simple, nothing^{5 note}

Pis.
If not at court,
Then not in Britain must you bide.

Imo.
Where then^{6 note}?
Hath Britain all the sun that shines^{7 note}

Are they not but in Britain? I' the world's volume
Our Britain seems as of it, but not in it;
In a great pool, a swan's nest; Pr'ythee, think
There's livers out of Britain^{8 note}
.

Pis.
I am most glad
You think of other place. The embassador,
Lucius the Roman, comes to Milford-Haven
To-morrow: Now, if you could wear a mind
Dark as your fortune is^{9 note}
; and but disguise
That, which, to appear itself, must not yet be,
But by self-danger; you should tread a course
Pretty, and full of view^{1 note}

Report should render him hourly to your ear,
As truly as he moves.

Imo.
O, for such means!
Though peril to my modesty^{2 note}, not death on't,
I would adventure.

Pis.
Well then, here's the point:
You must forget to be a woman; change
Command into obedience; fear, and niceness,
(The handmaids of all women, or, more truly,
Woman its pretty self,) into^{3 note} a waggish courage;
Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy, and
As quarrellous as the weasel^{4 note}

Of common-kissing Titan^{6 note}

Imo.
Nay, be brief:
I see into thy end, and am almost
A man already.

Pis.
First, make yourself but like one.
Fore-thinking this, I have already fit,
('Tis in my cloak-bag,) doublet, hat, hose, all
That answer to them: Would you, in their serving,
And with what imitation you can borrow
From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius
Present yourself, desire his service, tell him
Wherein you are happy^{7 note}, (which you'll make him know^{8 note}

Imo.
Thou art all the comfort

The gods will diet me with^{1 note}. Pr'ythee, away:
There's more to be consider'd; but we'll even
All that good time will give us^{2 note}
: This attempt
I'm soldier to^{3 note}

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,
Here is a box: I had it from the queen^{4 note}

Imo.
Amen: I thank thee. [Exeunt.

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