Scene V.A Room in CYMBELINE'S Palace.
Enter CYMBELINE, QUEEN, CLOTEN,
LUCIUS, Lords, and Attendants.
Cym. Thus far; and so farewell.
Luc. Thanks, royal sir.
My emperor hath wrote, I must from hence;
And am right sorry that I must report ye
My master's enemy.
Cym. Our subjects, sir,
Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself
To show less sovereignty than they, must needs
Luc. So, sir: I desire of you
A conduct over land to Milford-Haven.
Madam, all joy befall your Grace.
Queen. And you!
Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that
The due of honour in no point omit.
So, farewell, noble Lucius.
Luc. Your hand, my lord.
Clo. Receive it friendly; but from this time
I wear it as your enemy.
Luc. Sir, the event
Is yet to name the winner. Fare you well.
Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my
Till he have crossed the Severn. Happiness!
[Exeunt LUCIUS and Lords.
Queen. He goes hence frowning; but it honours
That we have given him cause.
Clo. 'Tis all the better;
Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it.
Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the
How it goes here. It fits us therefore ripely
Our chariots and horsemen be in readiness;
The powers that he already hath in Gallia
Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he
His war for Britain.
Queen. 'Tis not sleepy business;
But must be look'd to speedily and strongly.
Cym. 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 an Attendant,
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.
Cym. Where is she, sir? How
Can her contempt be answer'd?
Atten. Please you, sir,
Her chambers are all lock'd, and there's no
That will be given to the loudest 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.
Cym. Her doors lock'd!
Not seen of late! Grant, heavens, that which
Prove false! [Exit.
Queen. Son, I say, follow the king.
Clo. That man of hers, Pisanio, her old ser-
I have not seen these two days.
Queen. Go, look after.
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
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.
How now, my son!
Clo. 'Tis certain she is fled.
Go in and cheer the king; he rages, none
Dare come about him.
Queen. [Aside.] All the better; may
This night forestall him of the coming day!
Clo. I love and hate her; for she's fair and
And that she hath all courtly parts more
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
Who is here? What! are you packing, sirrah?
Come hither. Ah! you precious pandar. Villain,
Where is thy lady? In a word; or else
Thou art straightway with the fiends.
Pis. O! good my lord.
Clo. 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.
Pis. Alas! my lord,
How can she be with him? When was she
He is in Rome.
Clo. Where is she, sir? Come nearer,
No further halting; satisfy me home
What is become of her?
Pis. O! my all-worthy lord.
Clo. 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.
Pis. Then, sir,
This paper is the history of my knowledge
Touching her flight. [Presenting a letter.
Clo. Let's see't. I will pursue her
Even to Augustus' throne.
Pis. [Aside.] Or this, or perish.
She's far enough; and what he learns by this
May prove his travel, not her danger.
Pis. [Aside.] I'll write to my lord she's dead.
Safe mayst thou wander, safe return again!
Clo. Sirrah, is this letter true?
Pis. Sir, as I think.
Clo. It is Posthumus' hand; I know 't. Sir-
rah, 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 villany 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
Pis. Well, my good lord.
Clo. Wilt thou serve me? For since patiently
and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare for-
tune of that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not,
in the course of gratitude, but be a diligent fol-
lower of mine. Wilt thou serve me?
Pis. Sir, I will.
Clo. Give me thy hand; here's my purse.
Hast any of thy late master's garments in thy
Pis. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same
suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and
Clo. The first service thou dost me, fetch that
suit hither: let it be thy first service; go.
Pis. I shall, my lord. [Exit.
Clo. 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 lust hath dined,
which, as I say, to vex her, I will execute in
the clothes that she so praised,to the court I'll
knock her back, foot her home again. She hath
despised me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in my
Re-enter PISANIO, with the clothes.
Be those the garments?
Pis. Ay, my noble lord.
Clo. How long is't since she went to Milford-
Pis. She can scarce be there yet.
Clo. 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 prefer-
ment shall tender itself to thee. My revenge is
now at Milford; would I had wings to follow it!
Come, and be true. [Exit.
Pis. Thou bidd'st me to my loss; for true to
Were to prove false, which I will never be,
To him that is most true. To Milford go,
And find not her whom thou pursu'st. Flow,
You heavenly blessings, on her! This fool's
Be cross'd with slowness; labour be his meed!