All-worthy Villaine,
Discouer where thy Mistris is, at once,
At the next word: no more of worthy Lord:
Speake, or thy silence on the instant, is
Thy condemnation, and thy death
Pis. Then Sir:
This Paper is the historie of my knowledge
Touching her flight
Clo. Let's see't: I will pursue her
Euen to Augustus Throne
Pis. Or this, or perish.
She's farre enough, and what he learnes by this,
May proue his trauell, not her danger
Clo. Humh
Pis. Ile write to my Lord she's dead: Oh Imogen,
Safe mayst thou wander, safe returne agen
Clot. Sirra, is this Letter true?
Pis. Sir, as I thinke
Clot. It is Posthumus hand, I know't. Sirrah, if thou
would'st not be a Villain, but do me true seruice: vndergo
those Imployments wherin I should haue cause to vse
thee with a serious industry, that is, what villainy soere I
bid thee do to performe it, directly and truely, I would
thinke thee an honest man: thou should'st neither want
my meanes for thy releefe, nor my voyce for thy preferment
Pis. Well, my good Lord
Clot. Wilt thou serue mee? For since patiently and
constantly thou hast stucke to the bare Fortune of that
Begger Posthumus, thou canst not in the course of gratitude,
but be a diligent follower of mine. Wilt thou serue
mee?
Pis. Sir, I will
Clo. Giue mee thy hand, heere's my purse. Hast any
of thy late Masters Garments in thy possession?
Pisan. I haue (my Lord) at my Lodging, the same
Suite he wore, when he tooke leaue of my Ladie & Mistresse
Clo.
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