Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee, for I am wished

5.1.32859Thou shouldst be colored thus. You married ones,

5.1.42860If each of you should take this course, how many

5.1.52861Must murder wives much better than themselves

5.1.62862For wrying but a little? O Pisanio,

5.1.72863Every good servant does not all commands;

5.1.82864No bond but to do just ones. Gods, if you

5.1.92865Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults, I never

5.1.102866Had lived to put on this; so had you saved

5.1.112867The noble Imogen to repent and struck

5.1.122868Me, wretch, more worth your vengeance. But alack,

5.1.132869You snatch some hence for little faults; that's love,

5.1.142870To have them fall no more; you some permit

5.1.152871To second ills with ills, each elder worse,

5.1.162872And make them dread it, to the doer's thrift.

5.1.172873But Imogen is your own. Do your best wills,

5.1.182874And make me blessed to obey. I am brought hither

5.1.192875Among th'Italian gentry, and to fight

5.1.202876Against my lady's kingdom. 'Tis enough

5.1.212877That, Britain, I have killed thy mistress; peace,

5.1.222878I'll give no wound to thee. Therefore, good heavens,

5.1.232879Hear patiently my purpose: I'll disrobe me

5.1.242880Of these Italian weeds and suit myself

5.1.252881As does a Briton peasant; so I'll fight

5.1.262882Against the part I come with; so I'll die

5.1.272883For thee, O Imogen, even for whom my life

5.1.282884Is every breath a death. And thus, unknown,

5.1.292885Pitied nor hated, to the face of peril

5.1.302886Myself I'll dedicate. Let me make men know

5.1.312887More valor in me than my habits show.

5.1.322888Gods, put the strength o'th' Leonati in me.

5.1.332889To shame the guise o'th' world, I will begin,

5.1.342890The fashion less without and more within.