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Enter Posthumus alone.

Post. Yea bloody cloth, Ile keep thee: for I am wisht

Thou should’st be colour’d thus. You married ones,

If each of you should take this course, how many

Must murther Wiues much better then themselues

For wrying but a little? Oh Pisanio,

Euery good Seruant do’s not all Commands:

No Bond, but to do iust ones. Gods, if you

Should haue ‘tane vengeance on my faults, I neuer

Had liu’d to put on this: so had you saued

The noble Imogen, to repent, and strooke

Me (wretch) more worth your Vengeance. But alacke,

You snatch some hence for little faults; that’s loue

To haue them fall no more: you some permit

To second illes with illes, each elder worse,

And make them dread it, to the dooers thrift.

But Imogen is your owne, do your best willes,

And make me blest to obey. I am brought hither

Among th’ Italian Gentry, and to fight

Against my Ladies Kingdome: ‘Tis enough

That (Britaine) I haue kill’d thy Mistris: Peace,

Ile giue no wound to thee: therefore good Heauens,

Heare patiently my purpose. Ile disrobe me

Of these Italian weedes, and suite my selfe

As do’s a Britaine Pezant: so Ile fight

Against the part I come with: so Ile dye

For thee (O Imogen) euen for whom my life

Is euery breath, a death: and thus, vnknowne,

Pittied, nor hated, to the face of perill

My selfe Ile dedicate. Let me make men know

More valour in me, then my habits show.

Gods, put the strength o’th’Leonati in me:

To shame the guize o’th’ world, I will begin,

The fashion lesse without, and more within.

Enter.