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My favour here begins to warp. Not speak?
Cam. Hail, most royal Sir!
Pol. What is the news i'th' court?
Pol. The King hath on him fuch a countenance,
Cam. I dare not know, my Lord.
Pol. How, dare not ? do not? do you know, and dare not ? Be intelligent to me, 'tis thereabouts:
For to yourself, what you do know, you must,
And cannot fay, you dare not.
Your chang'd complexions are to me a mirror,
Myfelf thus alter'd with it.
Cam. There is a fickness
Which puts fome of us in diftemper; but
Pol. How caught of me?
I've look'd on thoufands, who have fped the better
As you are certainly a gentleman,
Clerk-like experienc'd, (which no less adorns
In whofe fuccefs we are gentle ;) I beseech you,
In ignorant concealment.
Cam. I may not answer.'
Pol A fickness 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 leaft
Is creeping towards me; how far off, how near ;
Cam. Sir, I'll tell you,
Since I charg'd in honour, and by him.
therefore, mark my counfel;
Which must be ev'n as swiftly follow'd, as
I mean to utter it; or both yourself and me
Pol. On, good Camillo.
Cam. I am appointed him to murder you.
Cam. By the King.
Pol. For what?
Cam. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he fwears, As he had feen't, or been an inftrument
To vice you to't, that you have toucht 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!
A favour, that may ftrike the dullest noftril
Cam. Swear this though over (7)
By each particular ftar in heaven, and
By all their influences; you may as well.
Swear his thought over
By each particular far in heaven, &c.] The tranfpofition of a fingle letter reconciles this paffage to good fenfe; which is not fe, as the text ftands 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:
Swear this though over, &c.
Forbid the fea for to obey the moon,
Pol. How fhould this grow?
Cam. I know not; but, I'm fure, 'tis fafer to
That lies inclosed in this trunk, which you
Have utter'd truth; which if you feek to prove,
Pol. I do believe thee;
I faw his heart in's face. Give me thy hand;
Still neighbour mine. My fhips are ready, and
Is for a precious creature; as fhe's rare,
In that be made more bitter. Fear o'er-fhades me?
The gracious Queen; part of his theam, but nothing
i. e. Sir, though you should proteft your innocence never so often, and call every ftar and faint in heaven to witness to your adjuration; yet jealoufy is fo rooted in my mafter's bofom, that all you can fay and Swear will have no force to remove it.
I will respect thee as a father, if
Thou bear'ft my life off hence. Let us avoid.
The keys of all the posterns: please your Highness,
To take the urgent hour. Come, Sir, away.
A CT II.
SCENE, the Palace.
Enter Hermione, Mamillius, and Ladiet.
AKE the boy to you; he fo troubles me,
Mam. No, I'll none of you.
1 Lady. Why, my fweet Lord?
Mam. You'll kifs me hard, and fpeak to me as if I were a baby ftill; I love you better.
2 Lady. And why fo, my Lord ?
Mam. Not for becaufe
Your brows are blacker; (yet black brows, they fay Become fome women beft; fo that there be not
Too much hair there, but in a femicircle,
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?
Lady, Blue, my Lord.
Mam. Nay, that's a mock: I've feen a Lady's nofé That has been blue, but not her eye-brows.
1 Lady. Hark ye,
The Queen, your mother, rounds apace: we shall
One of these days; and then you'll wanton with ds,
If we would have you.
2 Lady. She is fpread of late
Into a goodly bulk; (good time encounter her !)
And tell's a tale.
Mam. Merry, or fad, fhall't be?
Mam. A fad tale's best for winter.
Come on, fit down. Come on, and do
To fright_me with your sprights: you're powerful at it. Mam. There was a man
Her. Nay, come fit down; then on.
Mam. Dwelt by a church-yard ;-I will tell it foftly & Yond crickets fhall not hear it.
Her. Come on then, and give't me in mine ear.
Enter Leontes, Antigonus, and Lords.
Leo. Was he met there? his train? Camillo with him? Lord. Behind the tuft of pines I met them; never Saw I men fcowr so on their way: I ey'd them
Even to their fhips.
Leo. How bleft am I
In my just cenfure! in my true opinion!
Th' abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known