2738Cym. Againe: and bring me word how 'tis with her,

2739A Feauour with the absence of her Sonne;

2740A madnesse, of which her life's in danger: Heauens,

2741How deeply you at once do touch me. Imogen,

2742The great part of my comfort, gone: My Queene

2743Vpon a desperate bed, and in a time

2744When fearefull Warres point at me: Her Sonne gone,

2745So needfull for this present? It strikes me, past

2746The hope of comfort. But for thee, Fellow,

2747Who needs must know of her departure, and

2748Dost seeme so ignorant, wee'l enforce it from thee

2749By a sharpe Torture.

2750Pis. Sir, my life is yours,

2751I humbly set it at your will: But for my Mistris,

2752I nothing know where she remaines: why gone,

2753Nor when she purposes returne. Beseech your Highnes,

2754Hold me your loyall Seruant.

2755Lord. Good my Liege,

2756The day that she was missing, he was heere;

2757I dare be bound hee's true, and shall performe

2758All parts of his subiection loyally. For Cloten,

2759There wants no diligence in seeking him,

2760And will no doubt be found.

2761Cym. The time is troublesome:

2762Wee'l slip you for a season, but our iealousie

2763Do's yet depend.

2764Lord. So please your Maiesty,

2765The Romaine Legions, all from Gallia drawne,

2766Are landed on your Coast, with a supply

2767Of Romaine Gentlemen, by the Senate sent.

2768Cym. Now for the Counsaile of my Son and Queen,

2769I am amaz'd with matter.

2770Lord. Good my Liege,

2771Your preparation can affront no lesse

2772Then what you heare of. Come more, for more you're (ready:

2773The want is, but to put those Powres in motion,

2774That long to moue.

2775Cym. I thanke you: let's withdraw

2776And meete the Time, as it seekes vs. We feare not

2777What can from Italy annoy vs, but

2778We greeue at chances heere. Away. Exeunt

2779Pisa. I heard no Letter from my Master, since

2780I wrote him Imogen was slaine. 'Tis strange:

2781Nor heare I from my Mistris, who did promise

2782To yeeld me often tydings. Neither know I

2783What is betide to Cloten, but remaine

2784Perplext in all. The Heauens still must worke:

2785Wherein I am false, I am honest: not true, to be true.

2786These present warres shall finde I loue my Country,

2787Euen to the note o'th' King, or Ile fall in them:

2788All other doubts, by time let them be cleer'd,

2789Fortune brings in some Boats, that are not steer'd. Exit.