Is thicker than a cuckold's horn) or heard, To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought: Then say, LEO. Is whifp'ring nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? CAM. Good my lord, be cur'd Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes; LEO. Say, it be; 'tis true. CAM. No, no, my lord. LEO. It is; you Ïye, you lye: I fay, thou ly'ft, Camillo, and I hate thee; Canft with thine eyes at once fee good and evil, CAM. Who does infect her? LEO. Why, he, that wears her like his medal, hanging About his neck, Bohemia: Who, -if I Had fervants true about me; that bare eyes Which draught to me were cordial. I could do this; and that with no rash potion, But with a ling'ring dram, that should not work Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, So fovereignly being honourable, [thee. LEO. Make that thy question, and go rot! I have lov'd Doft think, I am fo muddy, fo unfettl'd, To appoint myself in this vexation ? fully 12 like her Medull 30 v, Note. The purity and whiteness of my fheets, - CAM. I muft believe you, fir; I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for't : LEO. Thou doft advise me, Even fo as I mine own course have set down: Go then; and with a countenance as clear As friendship wears at feafts, keep with Bohemia; Do't, and thou haft the one half of my heart; Do't not, thou fplit'ft thine own. CAM. I'll do't, my lord. LEO. I will feem friendly, as thou hast advis'd me. [Exit LEONTES. CAM. O miserable lady! But, for me, What cafe ftand I in? I must be the poisoner Of good Polixenes: and my ground to do't VOL. IV. Is the obedience to a master; one, Forfake the court: to do't, or no, is certain Enter POLIXENES. POL. This is ftrange! methinks, My favour here begins to warp. Not speak? CAM. Hail, moft royal fir. POL. What is the news i'the court? CAM. None rare, my lord. ! POL. The king hath on him fuch a countenance, As he had loft fome province, and a region, Lov'd as he loves himfelf: even now I met him With customary compliment; when he, Wafting his eyes to the contrary, and falling A lip of much contempt, fpeeds from me; and So leaves me, to confider what is breeding, That changes thus his manners. CAM. I dare not know, my lord. [not POL. How! dare not? do not. Do you know, and dare Be intelligent to me? 'Tis thereabouts : Which fhews me mine chang'd too: for I must be A party in this alteration, finding Myself thus alter'd with't. CAM. There is a fickness, Which puts fome of us in diftemper; but I cannot name the disease: and it is caught that yet are well. Of f you, - POL. How! caught of me? Make me not fighted like the basilisk: I have look'd on thousands, who have fped the better In ignorant concealment. CAM. I may not answer. POL. A fickness caught of me, and yet I well! I must be anfwer'd. Doft thou hear, Camillo; I conjure thee, by all the parts of man Which honour does acknowledge, whereof the least Is not this fuit of mine, that thou declare What incidency thou doft guess of harm Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near; If not, how best to bear it. CAM. Sir, I will tell you; Since I am charg'd in honour, and by him That I think honourable: Therefore, mark my counsel; Which must be even as swiftly follow'd, as 12 certainly a Gen |