How? Of adultery? Wherefore write you not
3.2.41471Oh, master, what a strange infection
3.2.51472Is fallen into thy ear? What false Italian,
3.2.61473As poisonous-tongued as -handed, hath prevailed
3.2.71474On thy too-ready hearing? Disloyal? No.
3.2.81475She's punished for her truth and undergoes
3.2.91476More goddess-like than wife-like such assaults
3.2.101477As would take in some virtue. Oh, my master,
3.2.121479Thy fortunes. How, that I should murder her
3.2.131480Upon the love and truth and vows which I
3.2.141481Have made to thy command? I, her? Her blood?
3.2.161483Let me be counted serviceable. How look I,
3.2.181485So much as this fact comes to? "Do't. The letter
3.2.201487Shall give thee opportunity." O damned paper,
3.2.211488Black as the ink that's on thee, senseless bauble,
3.2.221489Art thou a fedary for this act and lookst
3.2.231490So virgin-like without? Lo, here she comes.
How now, Pisanio?
Madam, here is a letter from my lord.
Who, thy lord? That is my lord Leonatus?
3.2.301497That knew the stars as I his characters;
3.2.311498He'd lay the future open. You good gods,
3.2.321499Let what is here contained relish of love,
3.2.331500Of my lord's health, of his content -- yet not
3.2.341501That we two are asunder; let that grieve him:
3.2.351502Some griefs are med'cinable; that is one of them,
3.2.361503For it doth physic love -- of his content
3.2.371504All but in that. Good wax, thy leave; blessed be
3.2.381505You bees that make these locks of counsel. Lovers
3.2.391506And men in dangerous bonds pray not alike;
3.2.401507Though forfeiters you cast in prison, yet
3.2.411508You clasp young Cupid's tables. Good news, gods.
Justice and your father's wrath, should he take me in his
1510dominion, could not be so cruel to me as you, oh, the
1511dearest of creatures, would even renew me with your eyes. Take
1512notice that I am in Cambria at Milford Haven. What your
1513own love will out of this advise you, follow. So he wishes you
1514all happiness that remains loyal to his vow, and your
1515increasing in love.
Leonatus Posthumus
3.2.441516Oh, for a horse with wings! Hearst thou, Pisanio?
3.2.451517He is at Milford Haven. Read, and tell me
3.2.461518How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs
3.2.481520Glide thither in a day? Then, true Pisanio,
3.2.491521Who longst like me to see thy lord, who longst --
3.2.501522Oh, let me bate -- but not like me; yet longst,
3.2.521524For mine's beyond, beyond. Say, and speak thick
3.2.531525(Love's counselor should fill the bores of hearing
3.2.541526To th' smothering of the sense) how far it is
3.2.551527To this same blessed Milford. And by th' way
3.2.571529T'inherit such a haven. But first of all,
3.2.581530How we may steal from hence, and for the gap
3.2.591531That we shall make in time from our hence-going
3.2.601532And our return to excuse -- but first, how get hence.
3.2.621534We'll talk of that hereafter. Prithee speak:
3.2.631535How many score of miles may we well ride
'Twixt hour and hour? One score 'twixt sun and sun,
3.2.651538Madam, 's enough for you, and too much too.
Why, one that rode to's execution, man,
3.2.671540Could never go so slow. I have heard of riding wagers
3.2.681541Where horses have been nimbler than the sands
3.2.691542That run i'th' clock's behalf. But this is foolery.
3.2.711544She'll home to her father; and provide me presently
3.2.721545A riding suit no costlier than would fit
A franklin's housewife. Madam, you're best consider.
I see before me, man, nor here, nor here,
3.2.761550That I cannot look through. Away, I prithee;
3.2.771551Do as I bid thee. There's no more to say: