Cymbeline

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