1 How? of adultery? Wherefore write you not 2 What monster's her accuser? Leonatus, 3 O master! what a strange infection 4 Is fall'n into thy ear! What false Italian, 5 As poisonous-tongued as handed, hath prevail'd 6 On thy too ready hearing? Disloyal! No: 7 She's punish'd for her truth, and undergoes, 8 More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults 9 As would take in some virtue. O my master! 10 Thy mind to her is now as low as were 11 Thy fortunes. How! that I should murder her? 12 Upon the love and truth and vows which I 13 Have made to thy command? I, her? her blood? 14 If it be so to do good service, never 15 Let me be counted serviceable. How look I, 16 That I should seem to lack humanity 17 so much as this fact comes to? Reading 18 'Do't: the letter 19 that I have sent her, by her own command 20 Shall give thee opportunity.' O damn'd paper! 21 Black as the ink that's on thee! Senseless bauble, 22 Art thou a feodary for this act, and look'st 23 So virgin-like without? Lo, here she comes. 24 I am ignorant in what I am commanded.
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25 How now, Pisanio!
PISANIO
26 Madam, here is a letter from my lord.
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27 Who? thy lord? that is my lord, Leonatus! 28 O, learn'd indeed were that astronomer 29 That knew the stars as I his characters; 30 He'ld lay the future open. You good gods, 31 Let what is here contain'd relish of love, 32 Of my lord's health, of his content, yet not 33 That we two are asunder; let that grieve him: 34 Some griefs are med'cinable; that is one of them, 35 For it doth physic love: of his content, 36 All but in that! Good wax, thy leave. Blest be 37 You bees that make these locks of counsel! Lovers 38 And men in dangerous bonds pray not alike: 39 Though forfeiters you cast in prison, yet 40 You clasp young Cupid's tables. Good news, gods! Reads 41 'Justice, and your father's wrath, should he take me 42 in his dominion, could not be so cruel to me, as 43 you, O the dearest of creatures, would even renew me 44 with your eyes. Take notice that I am in Cambria, 45 at Milford-Haven: what your own love will out of 46 this advise you, follow. So he wishes you all 47 happiness, that remains loyal to his vow, and your, 48 increasing in love, 49 LEONATUS POSTHUMUS.' 50 O, for a horse with wings! Hear'st thou, Pisanio? 51 He is at Milford-Haven: read, and tell me 52 How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs 53 May plod it in a week, why may not I 54 Glide thither in a day? Then, true Pisanio,-- 55 Who long'st, like me, to see thy lord; who long'st,-- 56 let me bate,-but not like me--yet long'st, 57 But in a fainter kind:--O, not like me; 58 For mine's beyond beyond--say, and speak thick; 59 Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing, 60 To the smothering of the sense--how far it is 61 To this same blessed Milford: and by the way 62 Tell me how Wales was made so happy as 63 To inherit such a haven: but first of all, 64 How we may steal from hence, and for the gap 65 That we shall make in time, from our hence-going 66 And our return, to excuse: but first, how get hence: 67 Why should excuse be born or e'er begot? 68 We'll talk of that hereafter. Prithee, speak, 69 How many score of miles may we well ride 70 'Twixt hour and hour?
PISANIO
71 One score 'twixt sun and sun, 72 Madam, 's enough for you: Aside 73 and too much too.
IMOGEN
74 Why, one that rode to's execution, man, 75 Could never go so slow: I have heard of 76 riding wagers, 77 Where horses have been nimbler than the sands 78 That run i' the clock's behalf. But this is foolery: 79 Go bid my woman feign a sickness; say 80 She'll home to her father: and provide me presently 81 A riding-suit, no costlier than would fit 82 A franklin's housewife.
PISANIO
83 Madam, you're best consider.
IMOGEN
84 I see before me, man: nor here, nor here, 85 Nor what ensues, but have a fog in them, 86 That I cannot look through. Away, I prithee; 87 Do as I bid thee: there's no more to say, 88 Accessible is none but Milford way.