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SCENE I.
A Palace.Enter Cloten.
Clot.
I love and hate her; for she's fair and Royal,
I love her; but
Disdaining me, and throwing Favours on
The low Posthumus, slanders so her Judgment,
I will conclude to hate her,
Enter Pisanio.
Who is here? Ah you precious Pander, Villain,
Where is thy Lady? In a word, or else
Thou art straightway with the Friends.
Pis.
Oh, good my Lord.
Clot.
Where is thy Lady? Or, by Jupiter,
I will not ask again. Close Villain,
I'll have this Secret from thy Heart, or rip
Thy Heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus?
Pis.
Alas, my Lord,
How can she be with him? When was she miss'd?
Clot.
Where is she, Sir? satisfy me home,
What is become of her.
Pis.
Oh, my all worthy Lord!
Clot.
All-worthy Villain!
Speak, or thy Silence on the Instant is
Thy Condemnation and thy Death.
Pis.
Then, Sir,
This Paper is the History of my Knowledge
Touching her Flight.
Clot.
Let's see't; I will pursue her
Even to Augustus's Throne.
Pis.
Or this, or perish.
[Aside.
She's far enough, and what he learns by this,
May prove his Travel, not her Danger.
Clot.
Humh.
I'll write to my Lord she is dead. Oh, Imogen,
Safe may'st thou wander, safe return again.
Clot.
Sirrah, is this Letter true?
Pis.
Sir, as I think.
Clot.
It is Posthumus's Hand, I know't. Sirrah, if
thou would'st not be a Villain, but to do me true
Service; that is, what Villainy soe'er I bid thee do to
perform it, directly and truly, I would think thee an
honest Man; thou shouldst neither want my means for
thy Relief; nor my Voice for thy Preferment.
Pis.
Well, my good Lord.
Clot.
Give me thy Hand, here's my Purse. Hast
any of thy late Master's Garments in thy Possession?
Pis.
I have, my Lord, one at my Lodging, which he
forgot to take with him, it was a favourite of my
Lady and Mistress.
Clot.
The first Service thou dost me, fetch that Suit
hither?
Pis.
I shall, my Lord.
[Exit.
Clot.
Meet thee at Milford-Haven? even there, thou
Villain, Posthumus, will I kill thee. She said upon a
time, that she held the very Garment of Posthumus,
in more respect, than my Noble and Natural Person;
With that Suit upon my Back will I ravish her; and
when my Lust hath dined, to the Court I'll foot her
home again. My Revenge is now at Milford, would
I had Wings to follow it.
[Exit.
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