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Without ripe moving to't I would I do this?
Could man so blench?
Cam. I must believe you, Sir;
I do, and will fetch off Bohemia for't:
Provided, that, when he's remov'd, your Highness
Will take again your Queen, as yours at first,
Even for your son's fake, and thereby for fealing
The injury of tongues, in courts and kingdoms
Known and ally'd to yours.
Leo. Thou dost advise me,
Even so as I mine own course have fet down:
I'll give no blemish to her honour, none.
Cam. My Lord,
Go then ; and with a countenance as clear
As friendship wears at feafts, keep with Bohemia,
And with your Queen: I am his cup-bearer ;
If from me he have wholesome beveridge,
Account me not your
Leo. This is all;
Do't, and thou hait the one half of my
heart; Do't not, thou split'lt thine own.
Cam. I'll do't, my Lord.
Leo. I will seem friendly, as thou haftadvis'd me [Exit.
Cam. O miserable Lady! but for me,
What case stand I in? I inult be the poisoner
Of good Polixenes, and my ground to do't
Is the obedience to a master ; one,
Who, in rebellion with himself, will have
All that are his, so too. To do this deed,
Promotion follows. If I could find example
Of thousands, that had ftruck anointed Kings,
And Rourish'd after, I'd not do't: but since
Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment, bears not one ;.
Let villany itself forswear't. I must
Forsake the court; to do't, or no, is certain
To me a break-neck. Happy ftar, reign now!
Here comes Bohemia.
Enter Polixenes.. Pol. This is strange! methinks,
My favour here begins to warp. Not speak?
Good day, Camiilo.
Cam. Hail, most royal Sir !
Pol. What is the news i'th' court ?
Cam. None rare, my Lord.
Pol. The King hath on him such a countenance,
As he had lost some province, and a region
Lov'd, as he loves himself: even now I met him
With customary compliment, when he,
Wafting his eyes to th' contrary, and falling
A lip of much contempt, speeds from me, and
So leaves me to consider what is breeding,
That changes thus his manners,
Cam. I dare not know, my Lord.
Pol. How, dare not? do not? do you know, and dare not?
Be inteligent to me, 'tis thereabouts ::
For to yourself, what you do know, you must,
And cannot say, you dare not. Good Camillo,
Your chang'd complexions are to me a mirror,
Which shews me mine chang'd too; for I must be
A party in this alteration, finding
Myself thus alter'd with it.
Cam. There is a sickness
Which puts some of us in diftemper; but
I cannot name the disease, and it is caught
Of you that yet are well.
. How caught of me?
Make me not fighted like the ballik.
I've look'd on thousands, who have sped the better
By my regard, but kill'd none fo: Camillo,
As you are certainly a gentleman,
Clerk-like experienc'd, (which no less adorns
Our gentry, than our parents' noble names,
in whose success we are gentle ;) I beseech you,
If you know ought, which does behove my knowledge
Thereof to be inform’d, imprison't not
In ignorant concealment.
Cam. I may not answer.
Pol. A sickness caught of me, and yet I well? I must be answer’d. Doft thou hear, Camillo,
I conjure thee by all the parts of man,
Which honour does acknowledge, (whereof the leaf
Is not this suit of mine,) that thou declare,
What incidency thou dost guess of harm
Is creeping towards me; how far off, how near ;;
Which way to be prevented, if it be;
If not, how best to bear it,
Cam. Sir, I'll tell you,
Since I am charg'd in honour, and by him
That I think honourable; therefore, mark my counsels
Which must be ev'n as swiftly follow'd, as
I mean to utter it;. or both yourself and me
Cry loft, and so good nighr.
Pol. On, good Camillo.
Gam. I am appointed him to murder you.
Pol. By whom, Camillo ?
Cam. By the King.
Pol. For what?
Cam. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he swears,
As he had seen't, or been an instrument
To.vice you. to't; that you have touche his Queen
Pol. Oh, then my best blood turn
To an infected gelly, and my name
Be yoak'd with his, that did betray the best!
Turn then my freshest reputation to
A favour, that may strike the dullest noftril
Where I arrive; and my approach be fun’d,
Nay, hated too, worse than the great'it infection
That e'er was heard, or read !
Cam. Swear this though over (7)
By each particular star in heaven, and
By all, their influences; you may as well
Forbid Swear his thought over By each particular flor in heaven, &c.] The transposition of a single letter reconciles this paflage to good sense; which is not so, as the text stands in all the printed copies. Polixenes, in the preced. ing speech, had been laying the deepest imprecations on himself, if he had ever abus'd Leontes in any familiarity with the Queen. To which Camillo very pertinently replies : Strear this though over, &c.
Forbid the sea for to obey the moon,
As'or by oath remove, or counsel fake,
The fabrick of his folly; whose foundation
Is pild upon his faith, and will continue
The standing of his body.
Pol. How should this grow?
Cam. I know not; but, I'm sure, 'tis safer to
Avoid what's grown, than question how 'tis born.
If therefore you dare trust my honesty,
That lies inclosed in this trunk, which you
Shall bear along impawn'd, away to-night;
Your followers I will whisper to the business;
And will by two's, and threes, at several pofterns,
Clear them o'th' city. For myself, I'll put
My fortunes to your service, which are here
By this discovery loft. Be not uncertain,
For by the honour of my parents, I
Have utter'd truth; which if
I dare not stand by; nor shall you be safer,
Than one condemned by the King's own mouth;
Thereon his execution sworn.
Pol. I do believe thee; I saw his heart in's face. Give me thy hand; Be pilot to me, and thy places shall Still neighbour mine. My ships are ready, and My people did expect my hence departure Two days ago. This jealousy Is for a precious creature; as she's rare, Muft it be great; and, as his person's mighty, Muft it be violent; and, as he does conceive He is dishonour'd by a man, which ever Profess'd to him ; why, his revenges must In that be made more bitter. Fear o'er-shades me : Good expedition be my friend, and comfort The gracious Queen; part of his theam, but nothing Of his ill-ta'en lufpicion. Come Camillo, i. e. Sir, though you should protest your innocence never so often, and call every star and saint in heaven to witness to your adjurition; yet jealousy is so rooted in my master's bosom, that all you can say and Swear will have no force to remove it,
I will respect thee as a father, if
Thou bear'st my life off hence. Let us avoid.
Cam., It is in mine authority to command
The keys of all the pofterns : please your Highness,
To take the urgent hour. Come, Sir, away. [Exeunt.
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SCENE, the Palace.
Enter Hermione, Mamillius, and Ladies.
AKE the boy to you; he so troubles me,
'Tis past enduring.
1 Lady. Come, my gracious Lord.
Shall I be your play-fellow ?
Mam. No, I'll none of you.
i Lady. Why, my sweet Lord?
Mam. You'll kiss me hard, and speak to me as if I were a baby iti!l; I love
better. 2 Lady. And why fo, my Lord?
Mam. Not for because Your brows are blacker; (yet black brows, they say, Become some women beft; so that there be not Too much hair there, but in a semicircle, Or a half-moon made with a pen.)
2 Lady. Who taught you this?
Mam. I learn'd it out of women's faces : pray now, What colour be your eye-brows ?
i Lady. Blue, my Lord.
Mam. Nay, that's a mock: I've seen a Lady's nose That has been blue, but not her eye-brows.
i Lady. Hark ye, The Queen, your mother, rounds apace : we shall Present our services to a fine new Prince One of thefe days; and then you'll wanton with us,