Posthumus

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1. Yea, bloody cloth, I’ll keep thee, for I wish’d
2. Thou shouldst be color’d thus. You married ones,
3. If each of you should take this course, how many
4. Must murder wives much better than themselves
5. For wrying but a little! O Pisanio,
6. Every good servant does not all commands;
7. No bond, but to do just ones. Gods, if you
8. Should have ta’en vengeance on my faults, I never
9. Had liv’d to put on this; so had you saved
10. The noble Imogen to repent, and struck
11. Me, wretch, more worth your vengeance. But alack,
12. You snatch some hence for little faults; that’s love,
13. To have them fall no more: you some permit
14. To second ills with ills, each elder worse,
15. And make them dread it, to the doers’ thrift.
16. But Imogen is your own, do your best wills,
17. And make me blest to obey. I am brought hither
18. Among th’ Italian gentry, and to fight
19. Against my lady’s kingdom. ’Tis enough
20. That, Britain, I have kill’d thy mistress; peace,
21. I’ll give no wound to thee. Therefore, good heavens,
22. Hear patiently my purpose: I’ll disrobe me
23. Of these Italian weeds and suit myself
24. As does a Britain peasant; so I’ll fight
25. Against the part I come with; so I’ll die
26. For thee, O Imogen, even for whom my life
27. Is every breath a death; and thus, unknown,
28. Pitied nor hated, to the face of peril
29. Myself I’ll dedicate. Let me make men know
30. More valor in me than my habits show.
31. Gods, put the strength o’ th’ Leonati in me!
32. To shame the guise o’ th’ world, I will begin
33. The fashion: less without and more within.