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Act III, Scene 2

Another room in the palace.
 
[Enter PISANIO, with a letter]
 
PISANIO
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      How? Of | adul|tery? Where|fore write | you not
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      What monst|er's^her | accu|ser? Le|onat||us:
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      Oh | master,| what a | strange in|fection
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      Is fallen | into thy | ear? What | false I|talian,
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      (As pois|onous-tongued | as hand|ed) hath | prevailed
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      On thy too | ready | hearing?| Disloy|al? No.
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      She's pun|ished for | her truth;| and und|ergoes
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      More* god|dess-like,| than wife-|like; such^|assaults
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      As would | take in some | virtue.| Oh my | master,
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      Thy mind | to her,| is now | as low,| as were
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      Thy for|tunes. How?| That I | should murd|er her,
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      Upon | the love,| and truth,| and vows;| which I
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      Have made | to thy | command?| I her?| Her blood?
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      If it | be so,| to do | good* serv|ice, never
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      Let me be | counted | service|able. How | look^I,
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      That I | should seem | to lack | huma|nity,
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      So much | as this fact | comes to?| Do it: the | letter,
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      That I | have sent | her, by | her own | command,
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      Shall give | thee op|portu|nity*. Oh / damned pa||per,
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      Black | as the ink | that's on | thee: sense|less bauble,
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      Art thou | a feo|dary for | this act;| and lookst  ??
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      So vir|gin-like | without?| Lo* here | she comes.
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      I am ig|norant | in what | I am | comman||ded.
 
IMOGEN
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      How now | Pisan|io?  \\
 
PISANIO
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      Madam,| here is | a let|ter from | my lord.
 
IMOGEN
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      Who thy | lord? That is | my lord^|Leo|natus?
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      Oh, learned indeed | were that | astro|nomer
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      That knew | the stars,| as I | his char|acters,
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      He'd lay | the fu|ture op|en. You / good gods,
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      Let what | is here | contained | relish | of love,
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      Of my / lord's health,| of his | content:| yet not
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      That we | two are a|sunder,| let that | grieve him;
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      Some griefs | are med|cinable,| that is | one of them,
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      For it | doth phys|ic love,| of his | content,
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      All but | in that.| Good* wax,| thy leave:| blessed be
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      You bees | that make | these locks of | counsel.| Lovers,
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      And men | in dange|rous bonds | pray not alike:
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      Though for|feiters | you cast | in pris|on, yet
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      You clasp | young^Cup|id's tab|les: good* / news gods.
Justice, and your father's wrath, should he take me in his dominion, could not be so cruel to me, as you, O the dearest of creatures, would even renew me with your eyes. Take notice that I am in Cambria, at Milford-Haven: what your own love will out of this advise you, follow. So he wishes you all happiness, that remains loyal to his vow, and your increasing in love, Leonatus Posthumus.
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      Oh for a | horse with | wings: Hearst / thou Pi|sanio?
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      He is at | Milford-|Haven:| read, and | tell me
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      How far |'tis thith|er. If one | of mean | affairs
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      May plod | it in | a week,| why may | not I
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      Glide thith/er in a | day? Then | true Pi|sanio,
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      Who longst | like me, to see | thy lord;| who longst
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      (Oh let | me bate)| but not | like me:| yet longst
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      But in a | fainter | kind. Oh*| not like me:
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      For mine's | beyond,| beyond:| say, and speak thick
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      (Love's coun/sellor should | fill the | bores of | hearing,
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      To the smoth|ering of | the sense)| how far | it is
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      To this same | blessed | Milford:| and by | the way
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      Tell me | how Wales | was made | so hap|py, as
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      To inher|it such | a haven:| but first | of all,
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      How we | may steal | from hence,| and for | the gap
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      That we | shall make | in time,| from our hence-|going,
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      And our re|turn, to ex|cuse:| but first,| how get hence:  ??
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      Why should | excuse | be born | or ere | begot?
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      We'll talk | of that | hereaft|er. Prith|ee speak,
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      How many | score of | miles may | we well ride
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      'Twixt hour, and hour?
 
PISANIO
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                              One^score |'twixt^sun,| and sun.
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      Madam is | enough | for you:| and too | much^too.
 
IMOGEN
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      Why*, one | that rode | to his ex|ecu|tion man,
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      Could never | go so | slow: I have | heard of | riding wagers,  ????
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      Where hors|es have | been nim|bler than | the sands
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      That run | in the clock's | behalf.| But this is | foolery,
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      Go bid | my wom|an feign | a sick|ness, say
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      She'll home | to her fath|er; and pro/vide me | presently*
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      A rid|ing-suit:| no cost|lier than | would fit
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      A frank|lin's house|wife.
 
PISANIO
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      Madam, you're | best con|sider.  (tri with prev)
 
IMOGEN
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      I see | before | me (man)| nor here,| nor here:
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      Nor what | ensues | but have | a fog | in them
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      That I cannot look through. Away, I prithee,  ????
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      Do as | I bid | thee: there's | no more | to say:
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      Acces|sible | is none | but Mil|ford way.
 
[Exeunt]

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