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IACHIMO

They are in a trunk
Attended by my men: I will make bold
To send them to you, only for this night:

I must abroad to-morrow.

IMOGEN

O, no, no.

IACHIMO
Yes, I beseech: or I shall short my word [200]
By length’ning my return. From Gallia
I cross’d the seas on purpose and on promise
To see your grace.

IMOGEN

I thank you for your pains:
But not away to-morrow!

IACHIMO
O, I must madam.
Therefore I shall beseech you, if you please [205]

To greet your lord with writing, do’t to-night:
I have outstood my time, which is material
To th’ tender of our present.

IMOGEN
I will write.
Send your trunk to me, it shall safe be kept,

And truly yielded you: you’re very welcome. [210]
[Exeunt.]