Page 515 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

ATTENDANT

Please you, sir,
Her chambers are all lock’d, and there’s no answer
That will be given to th’ loud of noise we make.

QUEEN
My lord, when last I went to visit her, [45]

She pray’d me to excuse her keeping close,
Whereto constrain’d by her infirmity,
She should that duty leave unpaid to you
Which daily she was bound to proffer: this

She wish’d me to make known: but our great court [50]
Made me to blame in memory.

CYMBELINE
Her doors lock’d?
Not seen of late? Grant heavens, that which I fear

Prove false!
[Exit.]

QUEEN
Son, I say, follow the king.

CLOTEN
That man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant, [55]
I have not seen these two days.

QUEEN
Go, look after:

[Exit Cloten.]
Pisanio, thou that stand’st so for Posthumus −
He hath a drug of mine: I pray his absence
Proceed by swallowing that. For he believes

It is a thing most precious. But for her, [60]
Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath seiz’d her:
Or, wing’d with fervour of her love, she’s flown
To her desir’d Posthumus: gone she is,

To death, or to dishonour, and my end