<SPEECH 1><ACT 1><SCENE 1><2%>
<IMOGEN>	<3%>
	O!
	Dissembling courtesy. How fine this tyrant
	Can tickle where she wounds! My dearest husband,
	I something fear my father's wrath; but nothing,—
	Always reserv'd my holy duty,—what
	His rage can do on me. You must be gone;
	And I shall here abide the hourly shot
	Of angry eyes, not comforted to live,
	But that there is this jewel in the world
	That I may see again.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 2><ACT 1><SCENE 1><3%>
<IMOGEN>	<4%>
	Nay, stay a little:
	Were you but riding forth to air yourself
	Such parting were too petty. Look here, love;
	This diamond was my mother's; take it, heart;
	But keep it till you woo another wife,
	When Imogen is dead.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 3><ACT 1><SCENE 1><3%>
<IMOGEN>	<4%>
	O the gods!
	When shall we see again?

</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 4><ACT 1><SCENE 1><4%>
<IMOGEN>	<4%>
	There cannot be a pinch in death
	More sharp than this is.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 5><ACT 1><SCENE 1><4%>
<IMOGEN>	<4%>
	I beseech you, sir,
	Harm not yourself with your vexation;
	I am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare
	Subdues all pangs, all fears.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 6><ACT 1><SCENE 1><4%>
<IMOGEN>	<4%>
	Past hope, and in despair; that way, past grace.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 7><ACT 1><SCENE 1><4%>
<IMOGEN>	<5%>
	O bless'd, that I might not! I chose an eagle
	And did avoid a puttock.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 8><ACT 1><SCENE 1><4%>
<IMOGEN>	<5%>
	No; I rather added
	A lustre to it.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 9><ACT 1><SCENE 1><4%>
<IMOGEN>	<5%>
	Sir,
	It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus;
	You bred him as my playfellow, and he is
	A man worth any woman, overbuys me
	Almost the sum he pays.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 10><ACT 1><SCENE 1><4%>
<IMOGEN>	<5%>
	Almost, sir; heaven restore me! Would I were
	A neat-herd's daughter, and my Leonatus
	Our neighbour shepherd's son!
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 11><ACT 1><SCENE 1><5%>
<IMOGEN>	<5%>
	Your son's my father's friend; he takes his part.
	To draw upon an exile! O brave sir!
	I would they were in Afric both together,
	Myself by with a needle, that I might prick
	The goer-back. Why came you from your master?
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 12><ACT 1><SCENE 1><5%>
<IMOGEN>	<6%>
<STAGE DIR>
<To Pisanio.>
</STAGE DIR> About some half-hour hence,
	I pray you, speak with me. You shall at least
	Go see my lord aboard; for this time leave me.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 13><ACT 1><SCENE 3><7%>
<IMOGEN>	<7%>
	I would thou grew'st unto the shores of the haven,
	And question'dst every sail: if he should write,
	And I not have it, 'twere a paper lost,
	As offer'd mercy is. What was the last
	That he spake to thee?
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 14><ACT 1><SCENE 3><7%>
<IMOGEN>	<7%>
	Then wav'd his handkerchief?
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 15><ACT 1><SCENE 3><7%>
<IMOGEN>	<7%>
	Senseless linen, happier therein than I!
	And that was all?
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 16><ACT 1><SCENE 3><7%>
<IMOGEN>	<8%>
	Thou shouldst have made him
	As little as a crow, or less, ere left
	To after-eye him.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 17><ACT 1><SCENE 3><7%>
<IMOGEN>	<8%>
	I would have broke mine eye-strings, crack'd them, but
	To look upon him, till the diminution
	Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle,
	Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from
	The smallness of a gnat to air, and then
	Have turn'd mine eye, and wept. But, good Pisanio,
	When shall we hear from him?
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 18><ACT 1><SCENE 3><8%>
<IMOGEN>	<8%>
	I did not take my leave of him, but had
	Most pretty things to say; ere I could tell him
	How I would think on him at certain hours
	Such thoughts and such, or I could make him swear
	The shes of Italy should not betray
	Mine interest and his honour, or have charg'd him,
	At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at mid-night,
	To encounter me with orisons, for then
	I am in heaven for him; or ere I could
	Give him that parting kiss which I had set
	Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father,
	And like the tyrannous breathing of the north
	Shakes all our buds from growing.

</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 19><ACT 1><SCENE 3><8%>
<IMOGEN>	<8%>
	Those things I bid you do, get them dispatch'd.
	I will attend the queen.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 20><ACT 1><SCENE 6><16%>
<IMOGEN>	<16%>
	A father cruel, and a step-dame false;
	A foolish suitor to a wedded lady,
	That hath her husband banish'd: O! that husband,
	My supreme crown of grief! and those repeated
	Vexations of it! Had I been thief-stol'n,
	As my two brothers, happy! but most miserable
	Is the desire that's glorious: bless'd be those,
	How mean so'er, that have their honest wills,
	Which seasons comfort. Who may this be? Fie!

</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 21><ACT 1><SCENE 6><16%>
<IMOGEN>	<17%>
	Thanks, good sir:
	You are kindly welcome.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 22><ACT 1><SCENE 6><16%>
<IMOGEN>	<17%>
	He is one of the noblest note, to whose kindnesses I am most infinitely tied. Reflect upon him accordingly, as you value your truest
 LEONATUS.
 So far I read aloud;
	But even the very middle of my heart
	Is warm'd by the rest, and takes it thankfully.
	You are as welcome, worthy sir, as I
	Have words to bid you; and shall find it so
	In all that I can do.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 23><ACT 1><SCENE 6><17%>
<IMOGEN>	<17%>
	What makes your admiration?
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 24><ACT 1><SCENE 6><17%>
<IMOGEN>	<17%>
	What is the matter, trow?
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 25><ACT 1><SCENE 6><17%>
<IMOGEN>	<18%>
	What, dear sir,
	Thus raps you? are you well?
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 26><ACT 1><SCENE 6><17%>
<IMOGEN>	<18%>
	Continues well my lord his health, beseech you?
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 27><ACT 1><SCENE 6><17%>
<IMOGEN>	<18%>
	Is he dispos'd to mirth? I hope he is.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 28><ACT 1><SCENE 6><18%>
<IMOGEN>	<18%>
	When he was here
	He did incline to sadness, and oft-times
	Not knowing why.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 29><ACT 1><SCENE 6><18%>
<IMOGEN>	<18%>
	Will my lord say so?
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 30><ACT 1><SCENE 6><18%>
<IMOGEN>	<18%>
	Not he, I hope.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 31><ACT 1><SCENE 6><18%>
<IMOGEN>	<19%>
	What do you pity, sir?
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 32><ACT 1><SCENE 6><18%>
<IMOGEN>	<19%>
	Am I one, sir?
	You look on me: what wrack discern you in me
	Deserves your pity?
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 33><ACT 1><SCENE 6><18%>
<IMOGEN>	<19%>
	I pray you, sir,
	Deliver with more openness your answers
	To my demands. Why do you pity me?
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 34><ACT 1><SCENE 6><18%>
<IMOGEN>	<19%>
	You do seem to know
	Something of me, or what concerns me; pray you,—
	Since doubting things go ill often hurts more
	Than to be sure they do; for certainties
	Either are past remedies, or, timely knowing,
	The remedy then born,—discover to me
	What both you spur and stop.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 35><ACT 1><SCENE 6><19%>
<IMOGEN>	<19%>
	My lord, I fear,
	Has forgot Britain.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 36><ACT 1><SCENE 6><19%>
<IMOGEN>	<19%>
	Let me hear no more.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 37><ACT 1><SCENE 6><19%>
<IMOGEN>	<20%>
	Reveng'd!
	How should I be reveng'd? If this be true,—
	As I have such a heart, that both mine ears
	Must not in haste abuse,—if it be true,
	How should I be reveng'd?
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 38><ACT 1><SCENE 6><20%>
<IMOGEN>	<20%>
	What ho, Pisanio!
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 39><ACT 1><SCENE 6><20%>
<IMOGEN>	<20%>
	Away! I do condemn mine ears that have
	So long attended thee. If thou wert honourable,
	Thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue, not
	For such an end thou seek'st; as base as strange.
	Thou wrong'st a gentleman, who is as far
	From thy report as thou from honour, and
	Solicit'st here a lady that disdains
	Thee and the devil alike. What ho, Pisanio!
	The king my father shall be made acquainted
	Of thy assault; if he shall think it fit,
	A saucy stranger in his court to mart
	As in a Romish stew and to expound
	His beastly mind to us, he hath a court
	He little cares for and a daughter who
	He not respects at all. What ho, Pisanio!
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 40><ACT 1><SCENE 6><20%>
<IMOGEN>	<21%>
	You make amends.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 41><ACT 1><SCENE 6><21%>
<IMOGEN>	<21%>
	All's well, sir. Take my power i' the court for yours.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 42><ACT 1><SCENE 6><21%>
<IMOGEN>	<21%>
	Pray, what is 't?
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 43><ACT 1><SCENE 6><21%>
<IMOGEN>	<22%>
	Willingly;
	And pawn mine honour for their safety: since
	My lord hath interest in them, I will keep them
	In my bedchamber.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 44><ACT 1><SCENE 6><21%>
<IMOGEN>	<22%>
	O! no, no.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 45><ACT 1><SCENE 6><21%>
<IMOGEN>	<22%>
	I thank you for your pains;
	But not away to-morrow!
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 46><ACT 1><SCENE 6><22%>
<IMOGEN>	<22%>
	I will write.
	Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept,
	And truly yielded you. You're very welcome.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exeunt.>
</STAGE DIR>

</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 47><ACT 2><SCENE 2><24%>
<IMOGEN>	<24%>
	Who's there? my woman Helen?
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 48><ACT 2><SCENE 2><24%>
<IMOGEN>	<24%>
	What hour is it?
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 49><ACT 2><SCENE 2><24%>
<IMOGEN>	<24%>
	I have read three hours then; mine eyes are weak;
	Fold down the leaf where I have left; to bed:
	Take not away the taper, leave it burning,
	And if thou canst awake by four o' the clock,
	I prithee, call me. Sleep has seized me wholly.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exit Lady.>
</STAGE DIR>
	To your protection I commend me, gods!
	From fairies and the tempters of the night
	Guard me, beseech ye!
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 50><ACT 2><SCENE 3><28%>
<IMOGEN>	<28%>
	Good morrow, sir. You lay out too much pains
	For purchasing but trouble; the thanks I give
	Is telling you that I am poor of thanks
	And scarce can spare them.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 51><ACT 2><SCENE 3><28%>
<IMOGEN>	<29%>
	If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me:
	If you swear still, your recompense is still
	That I regard it not.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 52><ACT 2><SCENE 3><28%>
<IMOGEN>	<29%>
	But that you shall not say I yield being silent
	I would not speak. I pray you, spare me: faith,
	I shall unfold equal discourtesy
	To your best kindness. One of your great knowing
	Should learn, being taught, forbearance.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 53><ACT 2><SCENE 3><28%>
<IMOGEN>	<29%>
	Fools cure not mad folks.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 54><ACT 2><SCENE 3><28%>
<IMOGEN>	<29%>
	As I am mad, I do:
	If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad;
	That cures us both. I am much sorry, sir,
	You put me to forget a lady's manners,
	By being so verbal; and learn now, for all,
	That I, which know my heart, do here pronounce
	By the very truth of it, I care not for you;
	And am so near the lack of charity,—
	To accuse myself,—I hate you; which I had rather
	You felt than make 't my boast.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 55><ACT 2><SCENE 3><29%>
<IMOGEN>	<29%>
	Profane fellow!
	Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more
	But what thou art besides, thou wert too base
	To be his groom; thou wert dignified enough,
	Even to the point of envy, if 'twere made
	Comparative for your virtues, to be styl'd
	The under-hangman of his kingdom, and hated
	For being preferr'd so well.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 56><ACT 2><SCENE 3><29%>
<IMOGEN>	<30%>
	He never can meet more mischance than come
	To be but nam'd of thee. His meanest garment
	That ever hath but clipp'd his body, is dearer
	In my respect than all the hairs above thee,
	Were they all made such men. How now, Pisanio!

</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 57><ACT 2><SCENE 3><29%>
<IMOGEN>	<30%>
	To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently,—
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 58><ACT 2><SCENE 3><29%>
<IMOGEN>	<30%>
	I am sprighted with a fool,
	Frighted, and anger'd worse. Go, bid my woman
	Search for a jewel that too casually
	Hath left mine arm; it was thy master's, 'shrew me
	If I would lose it for a revenue
	Of any king's in Europe. I do think
	I saw 't this morning; confident I am
	Last night 'twas on mine arm, I kiss'd it;
	I hope it be not gone to tell my lord
	That I kiss aught but he.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 59><ACT 2><SCENE 3><30%>
<IMOGEN>	<30%>
	I hope so; go, and search.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 60><ACT 2><SCENE 3><30%>
<IMOGEN>	<30%>
	Ay, I said so, sir:
	If you will make 't an action, call witness to 't.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 61><ACT 2><SCENE 3><30%>
<IMOGEN>	<30%>
	Your mother too:
	She's my good lady, and will conceive, I hope,
	But the worst of me. So I leave you, sir,
	To the worst of discontent.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 62><ACT 3><SCENE 2><39%>
<IMOGEN>	<39%>
	How now, Pisanio!
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 63><ACT 3><SCENE 2><39%>
<IMOGEN>	<39%>
	Who? thy lord? that is my lord, Leonatus.
	O! learn'd indeed were that astronomer
	That knew the stars as I his characters;
	He'd lay the future open. You good gods,
	Let what is here contain'd relish of love,
	Of my lord's health, of his content, yet not
	That we two are asunder; let that grieve him,—
	Some griefs are med'cinable; that is one of them,
	For it doth physic love,—of his content,
	All but in that! Good wax, thy leave. Bless'd be
	You bees that make these locks of counsel! Lovers
	And men in dangerous bonds pray not alike;
	Though forfeiters you cast in prison, yet
	You clasp young Cupid's tables. Good news, gods!
	Justice, and your father's wrath, should he take me in his dominion, could not be so cruel to me, as you, O the dearest of creatures, would not even renew me with your eyes. Take notice that I am in Cambria, at Milford-Haven; what your own love will out of this advise you, follow. So, he wishes you all happiness, that remains loyal to his vow, and your, increasing in love,
 LEONATUS POSTHUMUS.
 O! for a horse with wings! Hear'st thou, Pisanio?
	He is at Milford-Haven; read, and tell me
	How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs
	May plod it in a week, why may not I
	Glide thither in a day? Then, true Pisanio,—
	Who long'st, like me, to see thy lord; who long'st,—
	O! let me 'bate,—but not like me; yet long'st,
	But in a fainter kind:—O! not like me,
	For mine's beyond beyond; say, and speak thick;—
	Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing,
	To the smothering of the sense,—how far it is
	To this same blessed Milford; and, by the way,
	Tell me how Wales was made so happy as
	T' inherit such a haven; but, first of all,
	How we may steal from hence, and, for the gap
	That we shall make in time, from our hencegoing
	And our return, to excuse; but first, how get hence.
	Why should excuse be born or ere begot?
	We'll talk of that hereafter. Prithee, speak,
	How many score of miles may we well ride
	'Twixt hour and hour?
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 64><ACT 3><SCENE 2><40%>
<IMOGEN>	<41%>
	Why, one that rode to 's execution, man,
	Could never go so slow: I have heard of riding wagers,
	Where horses have been nimbler than the sands
	That run i' the clock's behalf. But this is foolery;
	Go bid my woman feign a sickness; say
	She'll home to her father; and provide me presently
	A riding-suit, no costlier than would fit
	A franklin's housewife.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 65><ACT 3><SCENE 2><40%>
<IMOGEN>	<41%>
	I see before me, man; nor here, nor here,
	Nor what ensues, but have a fog in them,
	That I cannot look through. Away, I prithee;
	Do as I bid thee. There's no more to say;
	Accessible is none but Milford way.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 66><ACT 3><SCENE 4><43%>
<IMOGEN>	<44%>
	Thou told'st me, when we came from horse, the place
	Was near at hand: ne'er long'd my mother so
	To see me first, as I have now. Pisanio! man!
	Where is Posthumus? What is in thy mind,
	That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks that sigh
	From the inward of thee? One, but painted thus,
	Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd
	Beyond self-explication; put thyself
	Into a haviour of less fear, ere wildness
	Vanquish my staider senses. What's the matter?
	Why tender'st thou that paper to me with
	A look untender? If 't be summer news,
	Smile to 't before; if winterly, thou need'st
	But keep that count'nance still. My husband's hand!
	That drug-damn'd Italy hath out-craftied him,
	And he's at some hard point. Speak, man; thy tongue
	May take off some extremity, which to read
	Would be even mortal to me.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 67><ACT 3><SCENE 4><44%>
<IMOGEN>	<45%>
	Thy mistress, Pisanio, hath played the strumpet in my bed; the testimonies whereof lie bleeding in me. I speak not out of weak surmises, but from proof as strong as my grief and as certain as I expect my revenge. That part thou, Pisanio, must act for me, if thy faith be not tainted with the breach of hers. Let thine own hands take away her life; I shall give thee opportunity at Milford-Haven; she hath my letter for the purpose; where, if thou fear to strike, and to make me certain it is done, thou art the pandar to her dishonour and equally to me disloyal.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 68><ACT 3><SCENE 4><44%>
<IMOGEN>	<45%>
	False to his bed! What is it to be false?
	To lie in watch there and to think on him?
	To weep 'twixt clock and clock? if sleep charge nature,
	To break it with a fearful dream of him,
	And cry myself awake? that's false to 's bed, is it?
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 69><ACT 3><SCENE 4><45%>
<IMOGEN>	<45%>
	I false! Thy conscience witness! Iachimo,
	Thou didst accuse him of incontinency;
	Thou then look'dst like a villain; now methinks
	Thy favour's good enough. Some jay of Italy,
	Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him:
	Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion,
	And, for I am richer than to hang by the walls,
	I must be ripp'd; to pieces with me! O!
	Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming,
	By thy revolt, O husband! shall be thought
	Put on for villany; not born where 't grows,
	But worn a bait for ladies.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 70><ACT 3><SCENE 4><45%>
<IMOGEN>	<46%>
	True honest men being heard, like false Æneas,
	Were in his time thought false, and Sinon's weeping
	Did scandal many a holy tear, took pity
	From most true wretchedness; so thou, Posthumus,
	Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men;
	Goodly and gallant shall be false and perjur'd
	From thy great fail. Come, fellow, be thou honest;
	Do thou thy master's bidding. When thou seest him,
	A little witness my obedience; look!
	I draw the sword myself; take it, and hit
	The innocent mansion of my love, my heart.
	Fear not, 'tis empty of all things but grief;
	Thy master is not there, who was indeed
	The riches of it: do his bidding; strike.
	Thou mayst be valiant in a better cause,
	But now thou seem'st a coward.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 71><ACT 3><SCENE 4><45%>
<IMOGEN>	<46%>
	Why, I must die;
	And if I do not by thy hand, thou art
	No servant of thy master's. Against self-slaughter
	There is a prohibition so divine
	That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my heart.
	Something's afore 't; soft, soft! we'll no defence;
	Obedient as the scabbard. What is here?
	The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus
	All turn'd to heresy! Away, away!
	Corrupters of my faith; you shall no more
	Be stomachers to my heart. Thus may poor fools
	Believe false teachers; though those that are betray'd
	Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor
	Stands in worse case of woe.
	And thou, Posthumus, thou that didst set up
	My disobedience 'gainst the king my father,
	And make me put into contempt the suits
	Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find
	It is no act of common passage, but
	A strain of rareness; and I grieve myself
	To think, when thou shalt be disedg'd by her
	That now thou tir'st on, how thy memory
	Will then be pang'd by me. Prithee, dispatch;
	The lamb entreats the butcher; where's thy knife?
	Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding,
	When I desire it too.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 72><ACT 3><SCENE 4><46%>
<IMOGEN>	<47%>
	Do 't, and to bed then.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 73><ACT 3><SCENE 4><46%>
<IMOGEN>	<47%>
	Wherefore then
	Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abus'd
	So many miles with a pretence? this place?
	Mine action and thine own? our horses' labour?
	The time inviting thee? the perturb'd court,
	For my being absent?—whereunto I never
	Purpose return.—Why hast thou gone so far,
	To be unbent when thou hast ta'en thy stand,
	The elected deer before thee?
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 74><ACT 3><SCENE 4><46%>
<IMOGEN>	<47%>
	Talk thy tongue weary; speak:
	I have heard I am a strumpet, and mine ear,
	Therein false struck, can take no greater wound,
	Nor tent to bottom that. But speak.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 75><ACT 3><SCENE 4><47%>
<IMOGEN>	<47%>
	Most like,
	Bringing me here to kill me.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 76><ACT 3><SCENE 4><47%>
<IMOGEN>	<48%>
	Some Roman courtezan.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 77><ACT 3><SCENE 4><47%>
<IMOGEN>	<48%>
	Why, good fellow,
	What shall I do the while? where bide? how live?
	Or in my life what comfort, when I am
	Dead to my husband?
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 78><ACT 3><SCENE 4><47%>
<IMOGEN>	<48%>
	No court, no father; nor no more ado
	With that harsh, noble, simple nothing Cloten!
	That Cloten, whose love-suit hath been to me
	As fearful as a siege.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 79><ACT 3><SCENE 4><47%>
<IMOGEN>	<48%>
	Where then?
	Hath Britain all the sun that shines? Day, night,
	Are they not but in Britain? I' the world's volume
	Our Britain seems as of it, but not in 't;
	In a great pool a swan's nest: prithee, think
	There's livers out of Britain.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 80><ACT 3><SCENE 4><48%>
<IMOGEN>	<48%>
	O! for such means:
	Though peril to my modesty, not death on 't,
	I would adventure.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 81><ACT 3><SCENE 4><48%>
<IMOGEN>	<49%>
	Nay, be brief:
	I see into thy end, and am almost
	A man already.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 82><ACT 3><SCENE 4><48%>
<IMOGEN>	<49%>
	Thou art all the comfort
	The gods will diet me with. Prithee, away;
	There's more to be consider'd, but we'll even
	All that good time will give us; this attempt
	I'm soldier to, and will abide it with
	A prince's courage. Away, I prithee.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 83><ACT 3><SCENE 4><49%>
<IMOGEN>	<50%>
	Amen. I thank thee
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 84><ACT 3><SCENE 6><54%>
<IMOGEN>	<55%>
	I see a man's life is a tedious one;
	I have tir'd myself, and for two nights together
	Have made the ground my bed; I should be sick
	But that my resolution helps me. Milford,
	When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd thee,
	Thou wast within a ken. O Jove! I think
	Foundations fly the wretched; such, I mean,
	Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars told me
	I could not miss my way; will poor folks lie,
	That have afflictions on them, knowing 'tis
	A punishment or trial? Yes; no wonder,
	When rich ones scarce tell true. To lapse in fulness
	Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood
	Is worse in kings than beggars. My dear lord!
	Thou art one o' the false ones. Now I think on thee,
	My hunger's gone, but even before I was
	At point to sink for food. But what is this?
	Here is a path to 't; 'tis some savage hold;
	I were best not call, I dare not call, yet famine,
	Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant.
	Plenty and peace breeds cowards, hardness ever
	Of hardiness is mother. Ho! Who's here?
	If any thing that's civil, speak; if savage,
	Take or lend. Ho! No answer? Then I'll enter.
	Best draw my sword; and if mine enemy
	But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on 't.
	Such a foe, good heavens!
<STAGE DIR>
<Exit to the cave.>
</STAGE DIR>

</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 85><ACT 3><SCENE 6><55%>
<IMOGEN>	<56%>
	Good masters, harm me not:
	Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought
	To have begg'd or bought what I have took. Good troth,
	I have stol'n nought, nor would not, though I had found
	Gold strew'd i' the floor. Here's money for my meat;
	I would have left it on the board so soon
	As I had made my meal, and parted
	With prayers for the provider.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 86><ACT 3><SCENE 6><56%>
<IMOGEN>	<56%>
	I see you're angry.
	Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
	Have died had I not made it.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 87><ACT 3><SCENE 6><56%>
<IMOGEN>	<57%>
	To Milford-Haven.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 88><ACT 3><SCENE 6><56%>
<IMOGEN>	<57%>
	Fidele, sir. I have a kinsman who
	Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford:
	To whom being going, almost spent with hunger,
	I am fall'n in this offence.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 89><ACT 3><SCENE 6><56%>
<IMOGEN>	<57%>
	'Mongst friends,
	If brothers. <STAGE DIR>
<Aside.>
</STAGE DIR> Would it had been so, that they
	Had been my father's sons; then had my prize
	Been less, and so more equal ballasting
	To thee, Posthumus.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 90><ACT 3><SCENE 6><57%>
<IMOGEN>	<57%>
	Great men,
	That had a court no bigger than this cave,
	That did attend themselves and had the virtue
	Which their own conscience seal'd them,—laying by
	That nothing-gift of differing multitudes,—
	Could not out-peer these twain. Pardon me, gods!
	I'd change my sex to be companion with them,
	Since Leonatus' false.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 91><ACT 3><SCENE 6><57%>
<IMOGEN>	<58%>
	Thanks, sir.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 92><ACT 4><SCENE 2><59%>
<IMOGEN>	<59%>
	So man and man should be,
	But clay and clay differs in dignity,
	Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 93><ACT 4><SCENE 2><59%>
<IMOGEN>	<59%>
	So sick I am not, yet I am not well;
	But not so citizen a wanton as
	To seem to die ere sick. So please you, leave me;
	Stick to your journal course; the breach of custom
	Is breach of all. I am ill; but your being by me
	Cannot amend me; society is no comfort
	To one not sociable. I am not very sick,
	Since I can reason of it; pray you, trust me here,
	I'll rob none but myself, and let me die,
	Stealing so poorly.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 94><ACT 4><SCENE 2><59%>
<IMOGEN>	<60%>
	I wish ye sport.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 95><ACT 4><SCENE 2><59%>
<IMOGEN>	<60%>
<STAGE DIR>
<Aside.>
</STAGE DIR> These are kind creatures. Gods, what lies I have heard!
	Our courtiers say all's savage but at court:
	Experience, O! thou disprov'st report.
	The imperious seas breed monsters, for the dish
	Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish.
	I am sick still, heart-sick. Pisanio,
	I'll now taste of thy drug.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 96><ACT 4><SCENE 2><60%>
<IMOGEN>	<61%>
	Well or ill,
	I am bound to you.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 97><ACT 4><SCENE 2><68%>
<IMOGEN>	<68%>
<STAGE DIR>
<Awaking.>
</STAGE DIR> Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; which is the way?
	I thank you. By yond bush? Pray, how far thither?
	'Ods pittikins! can it be six mile yet?
	I have gone all night: Faith, I'll lie down and sleep.
<STAGE DIR>
<Seeing the body of Cloten.>
</STAGE DIR> But, soft! no bed-fellow! O gods and goddesses!
	These flowers are like the pleasures of the world;
	This bloody man, the care on 't. I hope I dream;
	For so I thought I was a cave-keeper,
	And cook to honest creatures; but 'tis not so,
	'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing,
	Which the brain makes of fumes. Our very eyes
	Are sometimes like our judgments, blind. Good faith,
	I tremble still with fear; but if there be
	Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity
	As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it!
	The dream's here still; even when I wake, it is
	Without me, as within me; not imagin'd, felt.
	A headless man! The garments of Posthumus!
	I know the shape of 's leg, this is his hand,
	His foot Mercurial, his Martial thigh,
	The brawns of Hercules, but his Jovial face—
	Murder in heaven? How! 'Tis gone. Pisanio,
	All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks,
	And mine to boot, be darted on thee! Thou,
	Conspir'd with that irregulous devil, Cloten,
	Hast here cut off my lord. To write and read
	Be henceforth treacherous! Damn'd Pisanio
	Hath with his forged letters, damn'd Pisanio,
	From this most bravest vessel of the world
	Struck the main-top! O Posthumus! alas!
	Where is thy head? where's that? Ay me! where's that?
	Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart,
	And left this head on. How should this be? Pisanio?
	'Tis he and Cloten; malice and lucre in them
	Have laid this woe here. O! 'tis pregnant, pregnant!
	The drug he gave me, which he said was precious
	And cordial to me, have I not found it
	Murderous to the senses? That confirms it home;
	This is Pisanio's deed, and Cloten's: O!
	Give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood,
	That we the horrider may seem to those
	Which chance to find us. O! my lord, my lord.
<STAGE DIR>
<Falls on the body.>
</STAGE DIR>

</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 98><ACT 4><SCENE 2><70%>
<IMOGEN>	<70%>
	I am nothing; or if not,
	Nothing to be were better. This was my master,
	A very valiant Briton and a good,
	That here by mountaineers lies slain. Alas!
	There are no more such masters; I may wander
	From east to occident, cry out for service,
	Try many, all good, serve truly, never
	Find such another master.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 99><ACT 4><SCENE 2><70%>
<IMOGEN>	<71%>
	Richard du Champ.—<STAGE DIR>
<Aside.>
</STAGE DIR> If I do lie and do
	No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope
	They'll pardon it.—Say you, sir?
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 100><ACT 4><SCENE 2><70%>
<IMOGEN>	<71%>
	Fidele, sir.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 101><ACT 4><SCENE 2><71%>
<IMOGEN>	<71%>
	I'll follow, sir. But first, an 't please the gods,
	I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep
	As these poor pickaxes can dig; and when
	With wild wood-leaves and weeds I ha' strew'd his grave,
	And on it said a century of prayers,
	Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep and sigh;
	And, leaving so his service, follow you,
	So please you entertain me.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 102><ACT 5><SCENE 5><88%>
<IMOGEN>	<89%>
	I humbly thank your highness.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 103><ACT 5><SCENE 5><88%>
<IMOGEN>	<89%>
	No, no; alack!
	There's other work in hand. I see a thing
	Bitter to me as death; your life, good master,
	Must shuffle for itself.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 104><ACT 5><SCENE 5><88%>
<IMOGEN>	<89%>
	He is a Roman; no more kin to me
	Than I to your highness; who, being born your vassal,
	Am something nearer.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 105><ACT 5><SCENE 5><88%>
<IMOGEN>	<89%>
	I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please
	To give me hearing.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 106><ACT 5><SCENE 5><88%>
<IMOGEN>	<89%>
	Fidele, sir.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 107><ACT 5><SCENE 5><89%>
<IMOGEN>	<90%>
	My boon is, that this gentleman may render
	Of whom he had this ring.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 108><ACT 5><SCENE 5><92%>
<IMOGEN>	<92%>
	Peace, my lord! hear, hear!
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 109><ACT 5><SCENE 5><92%>
<IMOGEN>	<93%>
	O! get thee from my sight:
	Thou gav'st me poison: dangerous fellow, hence!
	Breathe not where princes are.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 110><ACT 5><SCENE 5><92%>
<IMOGEN>	<93%>
	It poison'd me.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 111><ACT 5><SCENE 5><93%>
<IMOGEN>	<93%>
	Most like I did, for I was dead.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 112><ACT 5><SCENE 5><93%>
<IMOGEN>	<93%>
	Why did you throw your wedded lady from you?
	Think that you are upon a rock; and now
	Throw me again.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 113><ACT 5><SCENE 5><93%>
<IMOGEN>	<94%>
<STAGE DIR>
<Kneeling.>
</STAGE DIR> Your blessing, sir.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 114><ACT 5><SCENE 5><93%>
<IMOGEN>	<94%>
	I am sorry for 't, my lord.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 115><ACT 5><SCENE 5><94%>
<IMOGEN>	<95%>
	That headless man
	I thought had been my lord.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 116><ACT 5><SCENE 5><96%>
<IMOGEN>	<97%>
	No, my lord;
	I have got two worlds by 't. O my gentle brothers!
	Have we thus met? O, never say hereafter
	But I am truest speaker: you call'd me brother,
	When I was but your sister; I you brothers
	When ye were so indeed.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 117><ACT 5><SCENE 5><97%>
<IMOGEN>	<98%>
	You are my father too; and did relieve me,
	To see this gracious season.
</IMOGEN>

<SPEECH 118><ACT 5><SCENE 5><97%>
<IMOGEN>	<98%>
	My good master,
	I will yet do you service.
</IMOGEN>

