My lord,
Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth. Lord Cloten,
Upon my lady's missing, came to me
With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth, and swore,
If I discover'd not which way she was gone,
It was my instant death. By accident,
had ...

Lady,
The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if
That box I gave you was not thought by me
A precious thing: I had it from the queen.

How fares thy mistress?

Wake, my mistress!

O, gentlemen, help!
Mine and your mistress! O, my lord Posthumus!
You ne'er kill'd Imogen til now. Help, help!
Mine honour'd lady!

Aside It is my mistress:
Since she is living, let the time run on
To good or bad.

He hath been search'd among the dead and living,
But no trace of him.

I heard no letter from my master since
I wrote him Imogen was slain: 'tis strange:
Nor hear I from my mistress who did promise
To yield me often tidings: neither know I
What is betid to Cloten; but remain
Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work.
Wherein ...

Sir, my life is yours;
I humbly set it at your will; but, for my mistress,
I nothing know where she remains, why gone,
Nor when she purposes return. Beseech your highness,
Hold me your loyal servant.

Thou bid'st me to my loss: for true to thee
Were to prove false, which I will never be,
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 ...

She can scarce be there yet.

Ay, my noble lord.

I shall, my lord.

I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit he
wore when he took leave of my lady and mistress.

Sir, I will.

Well, my good lord.

Sir, as I think.

Aside I'll write to my lord she's dead. O Imogen,
Safe mayst thou wander, safe return again!

Aside Or this, or perish.
She's far enough; and what he learns by this
May prove his travel, not her danger.

Then, sir,
This paper is the history of my knowledge
Touching her flight.

O, my all-worthy lord!

Alas, my lord,
How can she be with him? When was she missed?
He is in Rome.

O, good my lord!

Well, madam, we must take a short farewell,
Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected of
Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress,
Here is a box; I had it from the queen:
What's in't is precious; if you are sick at sea,
Or stomach-qualm'd at ...

First, make yourself but like one.
Fore-thinking this, I have already fit--
'Tis in my cloak-bag--doublet, hat, hose, all
That answer to them: would you in their serving,
And with what imitation you can borrow
From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius
Present yourself, desire his service, tell ...

Well, then, here's the point:
You must forget to be a woman; change
Command into obedience: fear and niceness--
The handmaids of all women, or, more truly,
Woman its pretty self--into a waggish courage:
Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy and
As quarrelous as the weasel; nay, you must ...

I am most glad
You think of other place. The ambassador,
Lucius the Roman, comes to Milford-Haven
To-morrow: now, if you could wear a mind
Dark as your fortune is, and but disguise
That which, to appear itself, must not yet be
But by self-danger, you should tread a course ...

If not at court,
Then not in Britain must you bide.

If you'll back to the court--

No, on my life.
I'll give but notice you are dead and send him
Some bloody sign of it; for 'tis commanded
I should do so: you shall be miss'd at court,
And that will well confirm it.

Not so, neither:
But if I were as wise as honest, then
My purpose would prove well. It cannot be
But that my master is abused:
Some villain, ay, and singular in his art.
Hath done you both this cursed injury.

Then, madam,
I thought you would not back again.

But to win time
To lose so bad employment; in the which
I have consider'd of a course. Good lady,
Hear me with patience.

I'll wake mine eye-balls blind first.

O gracious lady,
Since I received command to do this business
I have not slept one wink.

Hence, vile instrument!
Thou shalt not damn my hand.

Good madam, hear me.

Alas, good lady!

What shall I need to draw my sword? the paper
Hath cut her throat already. No, 'tis slander,
Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue
Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath
Rides on the posting winds and doth belie
All corners of the world: kings, queens ...

Please you, read;
And you shall find me, wretched man, a thing
The most disdain'd of fortune.

Madam, you're best consider.

One score 'twixt sun and sun,
Madam, 's enough for you:
Aside
and too much too.

Madam, here is a letter from my lord.

How? of adultery? Wherefore write you not
What monster's her accuser? Leonatus,
O master! what a strange infection
Is fall'n into thy ear! What false Italian,
As poisonous-tongued as handed, hath prevail'd
On thy too ready hearing? Disloyal! No:
She's punish'd for her truth, and ...

'Twill not be lost.

I was going, sir,
To give him welcome.

Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome,
Comes from my lord with letters.

And shall do:
But when to my good lord I prove untrue,
I'll choke myself: there's all I'll do for you.

Madam, I shall.

Be assured, madam,
With his next vantage.