Act 4 - Scene 3
A room in Cymbeline's palace.
Enter CYMBELINE, Lords, PISANIO, and Attendants
Again; and bring me word how 'tis with her.
Exit an Attendant
A fever with the absence of her son,
A madness, of which her life's in danger. Heavens,
How deeply you
at once do touch me! Imogen,
The great part of my comfort, gone; my queen
Upon a desperate bed, and
in a time
When fearful wars point at me; her son gone,
So needful for this present: it strikes me, past
hope of comfort. But for thee, fellow,
Who needs must know of her departure and
Dost seem so ignorant,
we'll enforce it from thee
By a sharp torture.
Sir, my life is yours;
I humbly set it at your will; but, for my mistress,
I nothing know where she remains,
Nor when she purposes return. Beseech your highness,
Hold me your loyal servant.
Good my liege,
The day that she was missing he was here:
I dare be bound he's true and shall perform
parts of his subjection loyally. For Cloten,
There wants no diligence in seeking him,
And will, no doubt, be
The time is troublesome.
We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy
Does yet depend.
So please your majesty,
The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn,
Are landed on your coast, with a supply
Roman gentlemen, by the senate sent.
Now for the counsel of my son and queen!
I am amazed with matter.
Good my liege,
Your preparation can affront no less
Than what you hear of: come more, for more
The want is but to put those powers in motion
That long to move.
I thank you. Let's withdraw;
And meet the time as it seeks us. We fear not
What can from Italy annoy
We grieve at chances here. Away!
Exeunt all but PISANIO
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