Cloten.
I love and hate her; for she's fair and royal,
I love her; but,
Disdaining me, and throwing favours on
The low Posthumus, slanders so her judgment,
I will conclude to hate her. Enter Pisanio.
Who is here? Ah, you precious pander! Villain,
Where is thy lady? In a word, or else
Thou art straightway with the fiends.

Pis.
Oh, good my lord.

Clot.
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?

Pis.
Alas, my lord,
How can she be with him? When was she miss'd?

Clot.
Where is she, sir? satisfy me home,
What is become of her?

Pis.
Oh, my all worthy lord!

Clot.
All-worthy villain!
Speak, or thy silence on the instant is
Thy condemnation and thy death.

Pis.
Then, sir,
This paper is the history of my knowledge,
Touching her flight.

Clot.
Let's see't. I will pursue her,
Even to Augustus's throne.

Pis.
Or this, or perish. [Aside.
She's far enough, and what he learns by this,
May prove his travel, not her danger.

Clot.
Sirrah, is this letter true?

Pis.
Sir, as I think.

Clot.

It is Posthumus's hand, I know't. Sirrah, if thou wouldst not be a villain, but to do me true service; 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.

Pis.

Well, my good lord.

Clot.

Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Hast any of thy late master's garments, in thy possession?

Pis.

I have, my lord, one at my lodging, which he forgot to take with him; it was a favourite of my lady and mistress.

Clot.

The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit hither.

Pis.

I shall, my lord.

Clot.

Meet thee at Milford-Haven? Even there, thou villain, Posthumus, will I kill thee. She said,

upon a time, that she held the very garment of Posthumus, in more respect, than my noble and natural person. With that suit upon my back, will I attack her; and when my appetite hath dined, to the court I'll foot her home again. My revenge is now at Milford; would I had wings to follow it.