Woman its pretty self,) to a waggish courage; Imo. Nay, be brief: I fee into thy end, and am almost A man already. Pif. First, make yourself but like one. Fore-thinking this, I have already fit ('Tis in iny cloak-bag,) doublet, hat, hose, all From youth of fuch a feafon, 'fore noble Lucius Wherein you are happy, (which you'll make him know, Beginning, nor supplyment. Imo. Thou art all the comfort A prince's courage. Away, I pr'ythee. Pis. Well, madam, we must take a short farewell; Left, being miss'd, I be suspected of Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress, Here Here is a box; I had it from the queen; Imo. Amen: I thank thee. [Exeunt. SCENE V. A Room in Cymbeline's Palace. Enter CYMBELINE, Queen, CLOTEN, LUCIUS, and Lords. Cym. Thus far; and fo farewell. Luc. Thanks, royal fir. And am right forry, that I must report ye Cym. Our fubjects, fir, Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself Luc. So, fir, I defire of you A conduct over land, to Milford-Haven. Madam, all joy befal your grace, and you! Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that office; The due of honour in no point omit So, farewell, noble Lucius. Luc. Your hand, my lord. Clo. Receive it friendly: but from this time forth I wear it as your enemy. Luc. Luc. Sir, the event Is yet to name the winner: Fare you well. Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my lords, Till he have crofs'd the Severn.-Happiness! [Exeunt LUCIUS, and Lords: Queen. He goes hence frowning: but it honours us, That we have given him cause. Clo. 'Tis all the better; Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it. Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor Will foon be drawn to head, from whence he moves Queen. Queen. [Exit an Attendant. Royal fir, Since the exíle of Pofthumus, most retir'd Cym. Re-enter an Attendant. Where is the, fir? How Can her contempt be answer'd? Please you, fir, Atten. She wish'd me to make known; but our great court Cym. Her doors lock'd? Not seen of late? Grant, heavens, that, which I fear, Prove false! Queen. Son, I fay, follow the king. Clo. That man of hers, Pifanio, her old fervant, I have not seen these two days. Queen. [Exit. Go, look after. [Exit CLOTEN. Pifanio, thou that stand'ft fo for Pofthúmus!- To death, or to dishonour; and my end How now, my fon? Re-enter CLOTEN. Ho H 'Tis certain, fhe is fled Clo. Dare come about him. Queen. All the better: May 'This night foreftall him of the coming day! [Exit Queen. The low Pofthúmus, flanders fo her judgment, To be reveng'd upon her. For, when fools Enter PISANIO. Shall-Who is here? What! are you packing, firrah? Thou art ftraightway with the fiends. O, good my lord! Clo. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter, Pif. Alas, my lord, How |