PISANIO.
’Twill not be lost.
IMOGEN.
I hope so. Go and search.
[Exit Pisanio.]
CLOTEN.
You have abus’d me.
‘His meanest garment’!
IMOGEN.
Ay, I said so, sir.
If you will make ’t an action, call witness to ’t.
CLOTEN.
I will inform your father.
IMOGEN.
Your mother too.
She’s my good lady and will conceive, I hope,
But the worst of me. So I leave you, sir,
To th’ worst of discontent.
[Exit.]
CLOTEN.
I’ll be reveng’d.
‘His mean’st garment’! Well.
[Exit.]