Page 509 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

IMOGEN

Talk thy tongue weary, speak:
I have heard I am a strumpet, and mine ear,
Therein false struck, can take no greater wound, [115]

Nor tent, to bottom that. But speak.

PISANIO

Then, madam,
I thought you would not back again.

IMOGEN
Most like,
Bringing me here to kill me.

PISANIO
Not so, neither:

But if I were as wise as honest, then
My purpose would prove well: it cannot be [120]
But that my master is abus’d: some villain,
Ay, and singular in his art, hath done you both

This cursed injury.

IMOGEN
Some Roman courtezan?

PISANIO
No, on my life:
I’ll give but notice you are dead, and send him [125]
Some bloody sign of it. For ’tis commanded

I should do so: you shall be miss’d at court,
And that will well confirm it.

IMOGEN
Why, good fellow,
What shall I do the while? Where bide? How live?

Or in my life what comfort, when I am [130]
Dead to my husband?