Page 510 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

PISANIO

If you’ll back to th’ court −

IMOGEN
No court, no father, nor no more ado
With that harsh, noble, simple nothing,
That Cloten, whose love-suit hath been to me

As fearful as a siege.

PISANIO
If not at court, [135]
Then not in Britain must you bide.

IMOGEN
Where then?
Hath Britain all the sun that shines? Day? Night?

Are they not but in Britain? I’ th’ world’s volume
Our Britain seems as of it, but not in’t:
In a great pool, a swan’s nest: prithee think [140]
There’s livers out of Britain.

PISANIO

I am most glad
You think of other place: th’ ambassador,
Lucius the Roman, comes to Milford-Haven
To-morrow. Now, if you could wear a mind
Dark, as your fortune is, and but disguise [145]

That which, t’ appear itself, must not yet be
But by self-danger, you should tread a course
Pretty, and full of view; yea, haply, near

The residence of Posthumus; so nigh (at least)
That though his actions were not visible, yet [150]
Report should render him hourly to your ear
As truly as he moves.

IMOGEN
O, for such means,

Though peril to my modesty, not death on’t,