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ACT III SCENE V A room in Cymbeline's palace. 
 Enter CYMBELINE, QUEEN, CLOTEN, LUCIUS, Lords, and Attendants. 
CYMBELINE Thus far; and so farewell. 
CAIUS LUCIUS Thanks, royal sir. 
 My emperor hath wrote, I must from hence; 
 And am right sorry that I must report ye 5
 My master's enemy. 
CYMBELINE Our subjects, sir, 
 Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself 
 To show less sovereignty than they, must needs 
 Appear unkinglike. 10
CAIUS LUCIUS So, sir: I desire of you 
 A conduct over-land to Milford-Haven. 
 Madam, all joy befal your grace! 
QUEEN And you! 
CYMBELINE My lords, you are appointed for that office; 15
 The due of honour in no point omit. 
 So farewell, noble Lucius. 
CAIUS LUCIUS Your hand, my lord. 
CLOTEN Receive it friendly; but from this time forth 
 I wear it as your enemy. 20
CAIUS LUCIUS Sir, the event 
 Is yet to name the winner: fare you well. 
CYMBELINE Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my lords, 
 Till he have cross'd the Severn. Happiness! 
 Exeunt LUCIUS and Lords. 
QUEEN He goes hence frowning: but it honours us 25
 That we have given him cause. 
CLOTEN 'Tis all the better; 
 Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it. 
CYMBELINE Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor 
 How it goes here. It fits us therefore ripely 30
 Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness: 
 The powers that he already hath in Gallia 
 Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves 
 His war for Britain. 
QUEEN 'Tis not sleepy business; 35
 But must be look'd to speedily and strongly. 
CYMBELINE 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 40
 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, 45
 Since the exile of Posthumus, most retired 
 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 50
 And strokes death to her. 
 Re-enter Attendant. 
CYMBELINE Where is she, sir? How 
 Can her contempt be answer'd? 
Attendant Please you, sir, 
 Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no answer 55
 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, 60
 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. 
CYMBELINE Her doors lock'd? 
 Not seen of late? Grant, heavens, that which I fear 65
 Prove false! 
QUEEN Son, I say, follow the king. 
CLOTEN That man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant, 
 have not seen these two days. 
QUEEN Go, look after. 70
 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 seized her, 75
 Or, wing'd with fervor of her love, she's flown 
 To her desired 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. 80
 Re-enter CLOTEN. 
 How now, my son! 
CLOTEN '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! 85
 Exit Queen 
CLOTEN I love and hate her: for she's fair and royal, 
 And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite 
 Than lady, ladies, woman; from every one 
 The best she hath, and she, of all compounded, 
 Outsells them all; I love her therefore: but 90
 Disdaining me and throwing favours on 
 The low Posthumus slanders so her judgment 
 That what's else rare is choked; and in that point 
 I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed, 
 To be revenged upon her. For when fools Shall-- 95
 Enter PISANIO. 
 Who is here? What, are you packing, sirrah? 
 Come hither: ah, you precious pander! Villain, 
 Where is thy lady? In a word; or else 
 Thou art straightway with the fiends. 
PISANIO O, good my lord! 100
CLOTEN 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 105
 A dram of worth be drawn. 
PISANIO Alas, my lord, 
 How can she be with him? When was she missed? 
 He is in Rome. 
CLOTEN Where is she, sir? Come nearer; 110
 No further halting: satisfy me home 
 What is become of her. 
PISANIO O, my all-worthy lord! 
CLOTEN All-worthy villain! 
 Discover where thy mistress is at once, 115
 At the next word: no more of 'worthy lord!' 

Speak, or thy silence on the instant is

 Thy condemnation and thy death. 
PISANIO Then, sir, 
 This paper is the history of my knowledge 120
 Touching her flight. 
 Presenting a letter. 
CLOTEN Let's see't. I will pursue her 
 Even to Augustus' throne. 
PISANIO Aside. Or this, or perish. 
 She's far enough; and what he learns by this 
 May prove his travel, not her danger. 125
 Safe mayst thou wander, safe return again! 
CLOTEN Sirrah, is this letter true? 
PISANIO Sir, as I think. 
CLOTEN It is Posthumus' hand; I know't. Sirrah, if thou 130
 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 135
 man: thou shouldst neither want my means for thy 
 relief nor my voice for thy preferment. 
PISANIO Well, my good lord. 
CLOTEN Wilt thou serve me? for since patiently and 
 constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of 140
 that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not, in the 
 course of gratitude, but be a diligent follower of 
 mine: wilt thou serve me? 
PISANIO Sir, I will. 
CLOTEN Give me thy hand; here's my purse. Hast any of thy 145
 late master's garments in thy possession? 
PISANIO I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit he 
 wore when he took leave of my lady and mistress. 
CLOTEN The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit 
 hither: let it be thy lint service; go. 150
PISANIO I shall, my lord. 
CLOTEN 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 155
 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 160
 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 165
 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 revenge. 
 Re-enter PISANIO, with the clothes. 
 Be those the garments? 
PISANIO Ay, my noble lord. 170
CLOTEN How long is't since she went to Milford-Haven? 
PISANIO She can scarce be there yet. 
CLOTEN 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 175
 but duteous, and true preferment shall tender itself 
 to thee. My revenge is now at Milford: would I had 
 wings to follow it! Come, and be true. 
PISANIO Thou bid'st me to my loss: for true to thee 
 Were to prove false, which I will never be, 180
 To him that is most true. To Milford go, 
 And find not her whom thou pursuest. Flow, flow, 
 You heavenly blessings, on her! This fool's speed 
 Be cross'd with slowness; labour be his meed! 

Cymbeline, Act 3, Scene 6


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