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Whose mother was her painting,' hath betray'd him :
Good madam, hear me, Imo. 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 see'st 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 may'st be valiant in a better cause; But now thou seem'st a coward, Pis.
Hence, vile instrument ! Thou shalt not damn my
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,
shall no more
O gracious lady,
Do't, and to bed then.
Wherefore then Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abus'd So many miles with a pretence? this place?
3 The writings.
4 Feedest or preys on.
Mine action, and thine own? our horses' labour?
But to win time
Talk thy tongue weary; speak:
Not so, neither :
both this cursed injury. Imo. Some Roman courtezan. Pis.
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. Imo.
Why, good fellow, What shall I do the while? Where bide? How live?
Or in my life what comfort, when I am
husband ? Pis.
If you'll back to the court,Imo. No court, no father; nor no more ado With that harsh, noble, simple, nothing : That Cloten, whose love-suit hath been to me As fearful as a siege. Pis.
If not at court, Then not in Britain must you bide. Imo.
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 it; In a great pool, a swan's nest; Pr'ythee, think There's livers out of Britain. Pis.
I am most glad
O, for such means !
Well then, here's the point: You must forget to be a woman; change
Command into obedience ; fear, and niceness,
Nay, be brief:
First, make yourself but like one.
know, If that his head have ear in musick,) doubtless, With joy he will embrace you; for he's honourable, And, doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad You have me, rich; and I will never fail Beginning, nor supplyment. Imo.
Thou art all the comfort
51. e. Wherein you are accomplished. 7 As for your subsistence, abroad you may rely on me, VOL. IX.