beene some hurt done

2 I wish not so, vnlesse it had bin the fall of an Asse,
which is no great hurt

Clot. You'l go with vs?
1 Ile attend your Lordship

Clot. Nay come, let's go together

2 Well my Lord.

Exeunt.


Scena Quarta.

Enter Imogen, and Pisanio.

Imo. I would thou grew'st vnto the shores o'th' Hauen,
And questioned'st euery Saile: if he should write,
And I not haue it, 'twere a Paper lost
As offer'd mercy is: What was the last
That he spake to thee?
Pisa. It was his Queene, his Queene

Imo. Then wau'd his Handkerchiefe?
Pisa. And kist it, Madam

Imo. Senselesse Linnen, happier therein then I: