thy lady? In a word; or else Thou art straightway with the fiends. O, good my lord! 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? From whose so many weights of baseness cannot A dram of worth be drawn. Alas, my lord, How can she be with him? When was she missed? He is in Rome. Where is she, sir? Come nearer; No further halting: satisfy me home What is become of her. O, my all-worthy lord! All-worthy villain! Discover where thy mistress is at once, At the next word: no more of 'worthy lord!' Speak, or thy silence on the instant is Thy condemnation and thy death. Then, sir, This paper is the history of my knowledge Touching her flight. Let's see't. I will pursue her Even to Augustus' throne. Or this, or perish. She's far enough; and what he learns by this May prove his travel, not her danger. Hum! I'll write to my lord she's dead. O Imogen, Safe mayst thou wander, safe return again! Sirrah, is this letter true? Sir, as I think. It is Posthumus' hand; I know't. Sirrah, if thou wouldst not be a villain, but do me true service, undergo those employments wherein I should have cause to use thee with a serious industry, that is, what villany 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. Well, my good lord. Wilt thou serve me? for since patiently and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not, in the course of gratitude, but be a diligent follower of mine: wilt thou serve me? Sir, I will. Give me thy hand; here's my purse. Hast any of thy late master's garments in thy possession? I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and mistress. The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit hither: let it be thy lint service; go. I shall, my lord. Meet thee at Milford-Haven!--I forgot to ask him one thing; I'll remember't anon:--even there, thou villain Posthumus, will I kill thee. I would these garments were come. She said upon a time--the bitterness of it I now belch from my heart--