Another Room in the Palace.
 Enter PISANIO, with a letter.

Pisanio	How? Of adultery? Wherefore write you not
	What monsters her accuse? Leonatus!
	O master, what a strange infection
	Is fall'n into thy ear? What false Italian,
	As poisonous-tongued as handed - hath prevailed
	On thy too ready hearing? Disloyal? No!
	She's punished for her truth, and undergoes
	More goddess-like than wife-like such assaults
	As would take in some virtue. O my master,
	Thy mind to her is now as low as were
	Thy fortunes. How? - that I should murder her?
	Upon the love, and truth, and vows, which I
	Have made to thy command? I, her? Her blood?
	If it be so to do good service, never
	Let me be counted serviceable. How look I,
	That I should seem to lack humanity
	So much as this fact comes to?
									[Reads.] "Do't. The letter
	That I have sent her, by her own command
	Shall give thee opportunity."
											O damned paper,
	Black as the ink that's on thee! Senseless bauble,
	Art thou a fedary for this act, and look'st
	So virgin-like without?

                              Enter INNOGEN.

										Lo, here she comes.
	I am ignorant in what I am commanded.

Innogen	How now, Pisanio!

Pisanio	Madam, here is a letter from my lord.

Innogen	Who? Thy lord? - that is my Lord Leonatus?
	O learned indeed were that astronomer
	That knew the stars as I his characters;
	He'd lay the future open. You good gods,
	Let what is here contained relish of love,
	Of my lord's health, of his content, yet not
	That we two are asunder; let that grieve him.
	Some griefs are med'cinable; that is one of them,
	For it doth physic love: of his content,
	All but in that. Good wax, thy leave. Blest be
	You bees that make these locks of counsel! Lovers
	And men in dangerous bonds pray not alike;
	Though forfeiters you cast in prison, yet
	You clasp young Cupid's tables. Good news, gods!

	[Reads.]	"Justice, and your father's wrath, should he take 
	me in his dominion, could not be so cruel to me, as you, O 
	the dearest of creatures, would even renew me with your 
	eyes. Take notice that I am in Cambria, at Milford Haven. 
	What your own love will out of this advise you, follow. So 
	he wishes you all happiness that remains loyal to his vow, 
	and your increasing in love,
											LEONATUS POSTHUMUS."

	O, for a horse with wings! Hear'st thou, Pisanio?
	He is at Milford Haven. Read, and tell me
	How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs
	May plod it in a week, why may not I
	Glide thither in a day? Then, true Pisanio,-
	Who long'st like me to see thy lord, who long'st-
	O, let me 'bate! - but not like me, yet long'st
	But in a fainter kind - O, not like me;
	For mine's beyond beyond - say, and speak thick-
	Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing
	To th' smothering of the sense - how far it is
	To this same blessd Milford. And by th' way
	Tell me how Wales was made so happy as
	T' inherit such a haven. But first of all,
	How we may steal from hence; and for the gap
	That we shall make in time from our hence-going
	And our return, to excuse. But first, how get hence.
	Why should excuse be born or ere begot?
	We'll talk of that hereafter. Prithee speak,
	How many score of miles may we well ride
	'Twixt hour and hour?

Pisanio								One score 'twixt sun and sun,
	Madam, 's enough for you; and too much too.

Innogen	Why, one that rode to's execution, man,
	Could never go so slow. I have heard of riding wagers
	Where horses have been nimbler than the sands
	That run i'th' clock's behalf. But this is foolery.
	Go bid my woman feign a sickness, say
	She'll home to her father; and provide me presently
	A riding-suit, no costlier than would fit
	A franklin's housewife.

Pisanio										Madam, you're best consider.

Innogen	I see before me, man; nor here, nor here,
	Nor what ensues, but have a fog in them
	That I cannot look through. Away, I prithee;
	Do as I bid thee. There's no more to say.
	Accessible is none but Milford way.
													[Exeunt.
