That, which, t'appear itself, muft not yet be, Imo. Oh! for such means, Though peril to my modefty, not death on't Pif. Well then, here's the point: You must forget to be a woman; change Imo. Nay, be brief: I fee into thy end, and am almost Pif. Firft, make yourfelf but like one. ('Tis in my cloak-bag) doublet, hat, hose, all Beginning, nor fupply. Imo. Thou'rt all the comfort The Gods will diet me with. Pr'ythee, away. There's more to be confider'd; but we'll even This attempt I'm foldier to, and will abide it with A Prince's courage. Away, I pr'ythee. Pif. Well, Madam, we muft take a fhort farewel; Left, being mifs'd, I be fufpected of Your carriage from the Court. My noble Mistress, Imo. Amen: I thank thee. SCENE [Exeunt, feverally. V. Changes to the Palace of Cymbeline. Enter Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, Lucius, and Lords. HUS far, and fo farewel.: Cym. THE Luc. Thanks, royal Sir. My Emperor hath wrote; I muft from hence; My mafter's enemy. Cym. Our Subjects, Sir, Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself Luc. So, Sir: I defire of you A conduct over land, to Milford-Haven. Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that office; The due of Honour in no point omit: So, farewel, noble Lucius. Luc. Your hand, my Lord. Clot. Clot. Receive it friendly; but from this time forth I wear it as your enemy. Luc. Th' event Is yet to name the winner. Fare you well. Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my Lords, 'Till he have croft the Severn. Happiness! [Exit Lucius, &c. Queen. He goes hence frowning; but it honours us, That we have giv'n him cause. Clot. 'Tis all the better; Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it. Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the Emperor, How it goes here. It fits us therefore ripely, Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness; The Powers, that he already hath in Gallia, Will foon be drawn to head, from whence he moves His war for Britaine. Queen. 'Tis not fleepy business; But must be look'd to speedily, and ftrongly. Cym. Our expectation, that it should 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 as like. A thing more made of malice, than of duty; We've been too light in fufferance. [Exit a Servant. Since the exile of Pofthumus, most retir'd Hath her life been; the cure whereof, my lord, Re-enter the Servant. Cym. Where is fhe, Sir? how Can her contempt be answer'd? Serv. Please you, Sir, Her chambers are all lock'd, and there's no answer She wifh'd me to make known; but our great court Cym. Her doors lock'd? Not feen of late? grant heav'ns, That, which I fear, Prove falfe? Queen. Son, I fay, follow the King. [Exit. Clot. That man of hers, Pifanio, her old fervant, I have not feen these two days. Queen. Go, look after Pifanio, thou that ftand'ft fo for Pofthumus! He hath a drug of mine; I pray, his absence It is a thing most precious. But for her, [Exit. Where is the gone? haply, defpair hath feiz'd her; To death, or to difhonour; and my end. Re-enter Cloten. How now, my fon? Clot. 'Tis certain, fhe is fled, Go in and cheer the King, he rages, none Queen. All the better; may This night fore-ftall him of the coming day! [Exit Queen. Clot. I love, and hate her;-for fhe's fair and royal, * And And that he hath all courtly parts more exquifite To be reveng'd upon her. Shall For when fools SCENE VI. Enter Pifanio. Who is here? what! are you packing, firrah ? Thou'rt ftraightway with the fiends. Pif. Oh, my good lord! [Drawing his Sword. Clot. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter, I will not afk again. Clofe villain, Pif. Alas, my lord, How can fhe be with him? when was fhe mifs'd? Clot. Where is fhe, Sir? come nearer; No farther halting; fatisfy me home, What is become of her. -]This Line is Non *Than lady Ladies woman; from each onefense. It should be read and pointed thus,- -Than lady Ladies ; winning from each one]The Sense of the Whole is this, I love her because she has, in a more exquifite Degree, all thofe courtly Parts that ennoble [Lady] Women of Quality [Ladies] winning from cach of them the best of their good Qualities, &c. Q 6 Pif. |