Pis.
How! of adultery? Wherefore write you not
What monster's her accuser ^note? Leonatus! ^note
O master! what a strange infection
Is fall'n into thy ear ^note! What false Italian,

As poisonous-tongued ^note as handed, hath prevail'd
On thy too ready hearing ^note? Disloyal! No:
She's punish'd for her truth, and undergoes,
More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults
As would take in some virtue. O my master!
Thy mind to her ^note is now as low as were
Thy fortunes. How! that I should murder her?
Upon the love and truth and vows ^note which I
Have made to thy command? I, her? her blood?
If it be so to do good service, never
Let me be counted serviceable. How look I,
That I should seem to lack humanity
So much as this fact comes to? [Reading ^note] ‘Do't: the letter ^note
That I have sent her, by her own command
Shall give thee opportunity. ^note’ O damn'd paper!
Black as the ink that's on thee! Senseless bauble,
Art thou a feodary ^note for this act, and look'st
So virgin-like without? Lo, here she comes.
I am ignorant ^note in what I am commanded. Enter Imogen. ^note

Imo.
How now, Pisanio!

Pis.
Madam, here is a letter from my lord.

Imo.
Who? thy lord? that is my lord Leonatus! ^note
O, learn'd indeed were that astronomer ^note
That knew the star as I his characters;
He'ld lay the future open. You good gods,
Let what is here contain'd relish of love,
Of my lord's health, of his content, yet not ^note
That we two are asunder; let that grieve him:

Some griefs are medicinable ^note; that is ^note one of them,
For it doth physic love: of ^note his content,
All but in ^note that! Good wax, thy leave. Blest be
You bees that make these locks of counsel! Lovers
And men in dangerous bonds pray not alike:
Though forfeiters ^note you cast in prison, yet
You ^note clasp young Cupid's tables. Good news, gods! [Reads ^note]

‘Justice, and your father's wrath, should he take me in his dominion, could not be so cruel to me, as you ^note, ^note O the dearest of creatures, would ^note even ^note renew me with your eyes. Take notice that I am in Cambria, at Milford-Haven: what your own love will out of this advise you, follow. So he wishes you all happiness, that remains loyal to his vow, and your, increasing ^note in love,

Leonatus Posthumus.’

To this same blessed Milford: and by the way
Tell me how Wales was made so happy as
To inherit such a haven: but, first of all,
How we may steal from hence: ^note and for the gap
That we shall make in time, from our hence-going
And our ^note return, to excuse: but first, how get hence.
Why should excuse be born or ere begot ^note?
We'll talk of that hereafter. Prithee, speak,
How many score ^note of miles may we well ride ^note
'Twixt hour and hour?

Pis.
One score 'twixt sun and sun,
Madam, 's enough for you, and too much too. ^note

Imo.
Why, one that rode to's ^note execution ^note, man,
Could never go so slow: I have ^note heard of riding ^note wagers,
Where horses have been nimbler than the sands
That run i' the clock's behalf ^note. But this is foolery:
Go bid my woman feign a sickness, say
She'll home to her father: and provide me presently ^note
A riding-suit, no costlier than would fit
A franklin's housewife ^note.

Pis.
Madam, you're ^note best consider.

Imo.
I see before me, man: nor ^note here, nor ^note here, ^note
Nor what ensues, but ^note have ^note a fog in them ^note,
That I cannot look through. Away, I prithee;
Do as I bid thee: there's no more to say;
Accessible is none but Milford way. [Exeunt.

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