Thou toldst me when we came from horse the place

3.4.31672Was near at hand. Ne'er longed my mother so

3.4.41673To see me first as I have now. Pisanio, man,

3.4.51674Where is Posthumus? What is in thy mind

3.4.61675That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks that sigh

3.4.71676From th'inward of thee? One but painted thus

3.4.81677Would be interpreted a thing perplexed

3.4.91678Beyond self-explication. Put thyself

3.4.101679Into a havior of less fear ere wildness

3.4.111680Vanquish my staider senses. What's the matter?

3.4.131681Why tenderst thou that paper to me with

3.4.141682A look untender? If't be summer news,

3.4.151683Smile to't before; if winterly, thou needst

3.4.161684But keep that countenance still.

But keep that countenance still. My husband's hand?

3.4.171685That drug-damned Italy hath out-craftied him,

3.4.181686And he's at some hard point. Speak, man: thy tongue

3.4.191687May take off some extremity which to read

3.4.201688Would be even mortal to me.

Would be even mortal to me. Please you read,

3.4.211690And you shall find me, wretched man, a thing

3.4.221691The most disdained of Fortune.

What shall I need to draw my sword? The paper

3.4.251704Hath cut her throat already. No, 'tis slander,

3.4.261705Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue

3.4.271706Out-venoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath

3.4.281707Rides on the posting winds and doth belie

3.4.291708All corners of the world. Kings, queens, and states,

3.4.301709Maids, matrons -- nay, the secrets of the grave

3.4.311710This viperous slander enters. -- What cheer, madam?

False to his bed? What is it to be false?

3.4.331712To lie in watch there and to think on him?

3.4.341713To weep 'twixt clock and clock if Sleep charge Nature

3.4.351714To break it with a fearful dream of him

3.4.361715And cry myself awake? That's false to's bed, is it?

Alas, good lady.

I, false? Thy conscience witness. Iachimo,

3.4.391718Thou didst accuse him of incontinency.

3.4.401719Thou then look'dst like a villain; now, methinks

3.4.411720Thy favor's good enough. Some jay of Italy

3.4.421721Whose mother was her painting hath betrayed him.

3.4.431722Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion,

3.4.441723And for I am richer than to hang by th' walls,

3.4.451724I must be ripped: to pieces with me. Oh!

3.4.461725Men's vows are women's traitors. All good seeming

3.4.471726By thy revolt, o husband, shall be thought

3.4.481727Put on for villainy; not born where't grows,

3.4.491728But worn a bait for ladies.

But worn a bait for ladies. Good madam, hear me.

True honest men being heard, like false Aeneas,

3.4.511731Were in his time thought false; and Sinon's weeping

3.4.521732Did scandal many a holy tear, took pity

3.4.531733From most true wretchedness. So thou,

Posthumus,

3.4.541734Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men:

3.4.551735Goodly and gallant shall be false and perjured

3.4.561736From thy great fail. Come, fellow; be thou honest.

3.4.571737Do thou thy master's bidding. When thou seest him,

3.4.581738A little witness my obedience. Look,

3.4.591739I draw the sword myself; take it and hit

3.4.601740The innocent mansion of my love, my heart.

3.4.611741Fear not; 'tis empty of all things but grief.

3.4.621742Thy master is not there, who was indeed

3.4.631743The riches of it. Do his bidding; strike.

3.4.641744Thou mayst be valiant in a better cause,

3.4.651745But now thou seemst a coward.

But now thou seemst a coward. Hence, vile instrument;

3.4.661747Thou shalt not damn my hand.

Thou shalt not damn my hand. Why, I must die,

3.4.671749And if I do not by thy hand, thou art

3.4.681750No servant of thy master's. Against self-slaughter

3.4.691751There is a prohibition so divine

3.4.701752That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my heart.

3.4.711753Something's afoot! Soft, soft; we'll no defense,

3.4.721754Obedient as the scabbard. What is here?

3.4.731755The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus,

3.4.741756All turned to heresy? Away, away,

3.4.751757Corrupters of my faith. You shall no more

3.4.761758Be stomachers to my heart. Thus may poor fools

3.4.771759Believe false teachers. Though those that are betrayed

3.4.781760Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor

3.4.791761Stands in worse case of woe. And thou, Posthumus,

3.4.801762That didst set up my disobedience 'gainst the King

3.4.811763My father and makes me put into contempt the suits

3.4.821764Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find

3.4.831765It is no act of common passage but

3.4.841766A strain of rareness; and I grieve myself

3.4.851767To think when thou shalt be disedged by her

3.4.861768That now thou tirest on how thy memory

3.4.871769Will then be panged by me. Prithee, dispatch,

3.4.881770The lamb entreats the butcher. Where's thy knife?

3.4.891771Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding

3.4.901772When I desire it too.

When I desire it too. Oh, gracious lady,

3.4.911774Since I received command to do this business,

3.4.921775I have not slept one wink.

I have not slept one wink. Do't, and to bed then.

I'll wake mine eyeballs first.

I'll wake mine eyeballs first. Wherefore then

3.4.941779Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abused

3.4.951780So many miles with a pretense? This place?

3.4.961781Mine action and thine own? Our horses' labor?

3.4.971782The time inviting thee? The perturbed court

3.4.981783For my being absent, whereunto I never

3.4.991784Purpose return? Why hast thou gone so far

3.4.1001785To be unbent when thou hast ta'en thy stand,

3.4.1011786Th'elected deer before thee?

Th'elected deer before thee? But to win time

3.4.1021788To lose so bad employment, in the which

3.4.1031789I have considered of a course. Good lady,

3.4.1041790Hear me with patience.

Hear me with patience. Talk thy tongue weary; speak.

3.4.1051792I have heard I am a strumpet, and mine ear

3.4.1061793Therein false struck can take no greater wound

3.4.1071794Nor tent to bottom that. But speak.

Nor tent to bottom that. But speak. Then, madam,

3.4.1081796I thought you would not back again.

I thought you would not back again. Most like,

3.4.1091798Bringing me here to kill me.

Bringing me here to kill me. Not so, neither.

3.4.1101800But if I were as wise as honest, then

3.4.1111801My purpose would prove well. It cannot be

3.4.1121802But that my master is abused. Some villain --

3.4.1131803Aye, and singular in his art -- hath done you both

3.4.1141804This cursed injury.

Some Roman courtesan?

Some Roman courtesan? No, on my life.

3.4.1161807I'll give but notice you are dead and send him

3.4.1171808Some bloody sign of it, for 'tis commanded

3.4.1181809I should do so; you shall be missed at court,

3.4.1191810And that will well confirm it.

And that will well confirm it. Why, good fellow,

3.4.1201812What shall I do the while? Where bide? How live?

3.4.1211813Or in my life, what comfort, when I am

3.4.1221814Dead to my husband?

Dead to my husband? If you'll back to th' court . . .

No court, no father, nor no more ado

3.4.1241817With that harsh, noble, simple nothing,

3.4.1251818That Clotten, whose lovesuit hath been to me

3.4.1261819As fearful as a siege.

As fearful as a siege. If not at court,

3.4.1271821Then not in Britain must you bide.

Then not in Britain must you bide. Where then?

3.4.1281823Hath Britain all the sun that shines? Day, night,

3.4.1291824Are they not but in Britain? I'th' world's volume

3.4.1301825Our Britain seems as of it but not in't:

3.4.1311826In a great pool, a swan's nest. Prithee think

3.4.1321827There's livers out of Britain.

There's livers out of Britain. I am most glad

3.4.1331829You think of other place. Th'ambassador,

3.4.1341830Lucius the Roman, comes to Milford Haven

3.4.1351831Tomorrow. Now, if you could wear a mind

3.4.1361832Dark as your fortune is and but disguise

3.4.1371833That which t'appear itself must not yet be

3.4.1381834But by self-danger, you should tread a course

3.4.1391835Pretty and full of view; yea, happily, near

3.4.1401836The residence of Posthumus; so nigh, at least,

3.4.1411837That though his actions were not visible, yet

3.4.1421838Report should render him hourly to your ear

3.4.1431839As truly as he moves.

As truly as he moves. Oh, for such means,

3.4.1441841Though peril to my modesty, not death on't

3.4.1451842I would adventure.

I would adventure. Well, then, here's the point:

3.4.1461844You must forget to be a woman; change

3.4.1471845Command into obedience; fear and niceness,

3.4.1481846The handmaids of all women, or more truly

3.4.1491847Woman it pretty self, into a waggish courage,

3.4.1501848Ready in gibes, quick-answered, saucy, and

3.4.1511849As quarrellous as the weasel. Nay, you must

3.4.1521850Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek,

3.4.1531851Exposing it (but, oh, the harder heart!

3.4.1541852Alack, no remedy) to the greedy touch

3.4.1551853Of common-kissing Titan, and forget

3.4.1561854Your laborsome and dainty trims, wherein

3.4.1571855You made great Juno angry.

You made great Juno angry. Nay, be brief.

3.4.1581857I see into thy end and am almost

3.4.1591858A man already.

A man already. First, make yourself but like one.

3.4.1601860Forethinking this, I have already fit

3.4.1611861('Tis in my cloak-bag) doublet, hat, hose, all

3.4.1621862That answer to them; would you in their serving,

3.4.1631863And with what imitation you can borrow

3.4.1641864From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius

3.4.1651865Present yourself, desire his service, tell him

3.4.1661866Wherein you're happy, which will make him know,

3.4.1671867If that his head have ear in music, doubtless

3.4.1681868With joy he will embrace you, for he's honorable

3.4.1691869And, doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad:

3.4.1701870You have me rich, and I will never fail

3.4.1711871Beginning nor supplyment.

Beginning nor supplyment. Thou art all the comfort

3.4.1721873The gods will diet me with. Prithee, away:

3.4.1731874There's more to be considered, but we'll even

3.4.1741875All that good time will give us. This attempt

3.4.1751876I am soldier to and will abide it with

3.4.1761877A prince's courage. Away, I prithee.

Well, madam, we must take a short farewell,

3.4.1781879Lest being missed I be suspected of

3.4.1791880Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress,

3.4.1801881Here is a box.

Here is a box. I had it from the Queen.

3.4.1811882What's in't is precious: if you are sick at sea

3.4.1821883Or stomach-qualmed at land, a dram of this

3.4.1831884Will drive away distemper. To some shade,

3.4.1841885And fit you to your manhood. May the gods

3.4.1851886Direct you to the best.

Direct you to the best. Amen; I thank thee.