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Another Room in the Palace.
Enter PISANIO, with a letter.
Pisanio How? Of adultery? Wherefore write you not
What monsters her accuse? Leonatus!
O master, what a strange infection
Is fall'n into thy ear? What false Italian,
As poisonous-tongued as handed - hath prevailed
On thy too ready hearing? Disloyal? No!
She's punished for her truth, and undergoes
More goddess-like than wife-like such assaults
As would take in some virtue. O my master,
Thy mind to her is now as low as were
Thy fortunes. How? - that I should murder her?
Upon the love, and truth, and vows, which I
Have made to thy command? I, her? Her blood?
If it be so to do good service, never
Let me be counted serviceable. How look I,
That I should seem to lack humanity
So much as this fact comes to?
[Reads.] "Do't. The letter
That I have sent her, by her own command
Shall give thee opportunity."
O damned paper,
Black as the ink that's on thee! Senseless bauble,
Art thou a fedary for this act, and look'st
So virgin-like without?
Enter INNOGEN.
Lo, here she comes.
I am ignorant in what I am commanded.
Innogen How now, Pisanio!
Pisanio Madam, here is a letter from my lord.
Innogen Who? Thy lord? - that is my Lord Leonatus?
O learned 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 contained 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. Blest 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!
[Reads.] "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 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 th' smothering of the sense - how far it is
To this same blessd Milford. And by th' 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 hence-going
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?
Pisanio One score 'twixt sun and sun,
Madam, 's enough for you; and too much too.
Innogen 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'th' 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.
Pisanio Madam, you're best consider.
Innogen 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.
[Exeunt.