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Can make good use of either. She being down, [65]
I have the placing of the British crown.
Re-enter Cloten.
How now, my son?

CLOTEN
’Tis certain she is fled:

Go in and cheer the king, he rages, none
Dare come about him.

QUEEN
[aside]
All the better: may

This night forestall him of the coming day! [70]
[Exit.]

CLOTEN
I love, and hate her: for she’s fair and royal,
And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite
Than lady, ladies, woman, from every one

The best she hath, and she of all compounded
Outsells them all. I love her therefore, but [75]
Disdaining me, and throwing favours on

The low Posthumus, slanders so her judgement
That what’s else rare is chok’d: and in that point
I will conclude to hate her, nay indeed,
To be reveng’d upon her. For, when fools [80]
Shall −

Enter Pisanio.
Who is here? What, are you packing, sirrah?
Come hither: ah, you precious pandar! Villain,

Where is thy lady? In a word, or else
Thou art straightway with the fiends.

PISANIO
O, good my lord!

CLOTEN