Clot.

I am near to the place where they should meet, if Pisanio have mapp'd it truly. How fit his garments serve me! Posthumus, thy head, which is now growing upon thy shoulders, shall within this hour be off, thy mistress enforc'd, thy garments cut to pieces, before her face, and all this done, I'll spurn her home to her father, who may, happily, be a little angry for my so rough usage; but my mother having power of his testiness, shall turn all into my commendations. My horse is ty'd up safe; out, sword, and to a sore purpose; fortune put them into my hand; this is the very description of their meeting-place, and the fellow dares not deceive me.