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PISANIO

I heard no letter from my master since
I wrote him Imogen was slain. ’Tis strange:
Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise

To yield me often tidings. Neither know I
What is betid to Cloten, but remain [40]
Perplex’d in all. The heavens still must work.
Wherein I am false, I am honest; not true, to be true.
These present wars shall find I love my country,

Even to the note o’ th’ king, or I’ll fall in them:
All other doubts, by time let them be clear’d, [45]
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer’d.

[Exit.]

Scene IV IT

Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.

GUIDERIUS
The noise is round about us.

BELARIUS
Let us from it.

ARVIRAGUS
What pleasure, sir, we find in life, to lock it

From action and adventure.

GUIDERIUS
Nay, what hope
Have we in hiding us? This way, the Romans
Must or for Britons slay us or receive us [5]

For barbarous and unnatural revolts
During their use, and slay us after.

BELARIUS
Sons,