Many a thousand of's have the disease and feel't not. How now, boy?
Mam. I am like you, they say.
Leo. Why, that's fome comfort.
What? Camillo there?
Cam. Ay, my good Lord.
Leo. Go play, Mamillius - thou'rt an honest man:
Camillo, this Great Sir will yet stay longer.
Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold;
When you caft out, it still came home.
Cam. He would not stay at your petitions made ; His business more material.
They're here with me already; whisp'ring, rounding;
Sicilia is a fo-forth; 'tis far gone,
When I shall gust it last. How came't, Camillo,
That he did stay?
Cam. At the good Queen's entreaty.
Leo. At the Queen's be't; good, should be per
But so it is, it is not. Was this taken
By any understanding pate but thine?
For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in
More than the common blocks; not noted, is't,
But of the finer natures? by some severals
Of head-piece extraordinary; lower meffes,
Perchance, are to this business purblind? say.
Cam. Business, my lord ? I think, most understand
Bohemia ftays here longer.
Cam. Stays here longer.
Leo. Ay, but why?
Cam. To fatisfy your Highness, and th' entreaties
Of our most gracious mistress.
Th' entreaties of your mistress ? fatisfy?
Let That fuffice. I've trusted thee, Camillo,
With all the things nearest my heart; as well
My chamber-counsels, wherein, prieft-like, thou
Haft cleans'd my bosom: I from thee departed
Thy Penitent reform'd; but we have been
Deceiv'd in thy integrity; deceiv'd
In that, which seems fo.
Cam. Be it forbid, my lord
Leo. To bide upon't; -Thou art not honeft; or,
old If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward; Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining
From course requir'd: or else thou must be counted adt A fervant grafted in my ferious Trust,
And therein negligent; or else a fool,
That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, ing And tak'st it all for jeft.
Cam. My gracious lord,
5. I may be negligent, foolish and fearful;
In every one of these no man is free,
But that his negligence, his folly, fear,
Amongst the infinite doings of the world,
Sometime puts forth. In your affairs, my lord,
If ever I were wilful negligent,
It was my folly; if industrioufly
I play'd the fool, it was my negligence,
Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful
To do a thing, where I the issue doubted,
Whereof the execution did cry out
Against the non-performance, 't
Which oft infects the wisest: these, my lord,
Are fuch allow'd infirmities, that honesty
Is never free of. But, beseech your Grace.
Be plainer with me, let me know my trespass
By its own visage; if I then deny it,
'Tis none of mine.
Leo. Ha'not you seen, Camillo,
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(But that's past doubt, you have; or your eye-glass
Is thicker than a cuckold's horn;) or heard,
(For to a vision so apparent, rumour
Cannot be mute;) or thought, (for cogitation
Refides not in that man, that do's not think it ;)
My wife is flippery? if thou wilt, confefs;
(Or elfe be impudently negative,
To have nor eyes nor ears, nor thought,) then say,
My wife's a hobby-horse, deferves a name
As rank as any flax-wench, that puts to
Before her troth-plight: fay't, and justify't.
Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear
My fovereign Mistress clouded fo, without
My present vengeance taken; 'shrew my heart,
You never spoke what did become you lefs
Than this; which to reiterate, were fin
As deep as that, tho' true.
Leo. Is whispering nothing?
Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses ?
Kiffing with inside lip? stopping the career
Of laughter with a figh? (a note infallible
Of breaking honesty:) horfing foot on foot?
Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift?
Hours, minutes? the noon, midnight, and all eyes
Blind with the pin and web, but theirs; theirs only,
That would, unfeen, be wicked? is this nothing?
Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing;
The covering sky is nothing, Bohemia nothing;
My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings,
If this be nothing.
Cam. Good my lord, be cur'd
Of this diseas'd Opinion, and betimes;
For 'tis most dangerous.
Leo. Say it be, 'tis true.
Cam. No, no, my lord.
Leo. It is; you lie, you lie :
I fay, thou lieft, Camillo, and I hate thee;
Pronounce thee a gross lowt, a mindless slave,
Or else a hovering temporizer, that
Canft with thine eyes at once fee good and evil,
Inclining to them both were my wife's liver
Infected, as her life, she would not live
The running of one glass.
Cam. Who do's infect her?
Leo. Why he, that wears her like his medal, hang
About her neck; Bohemia, who, if I
Had servants true about me, that bare eyes
To fee alike mine honour, as their profits,
Their own particular thrifts, they would do That
Which should undo more Doing: I, and thou
His cup-bearer, (whom I from meaner form
Have bench'd, and rear'd to worship; who may'st fee
Plainly, as heav'n fees earth, and earth fees heav'n,
How I am gall'd ;) thou might'st be-spice a cup,
To give mine enemy a lasting wink;
Which draught to me were cordial.
I could do this, and that with no rash potion,
But with a lingring dram, that should not work
? Maliciously, like poifon: but I cannot
Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress,
So fovereignly being honourable.
Leo. I've lov'd thee. --Make't thy Question, and
Dost think, I am so muddy, fo unfettled,
ogs To appoint myself in this vexation? Sully
The purity and whiteness of my sheets,
(Which to preferve, is fleep; which beingspotted,
Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wafps :)
Give scandal to the blood o'th' Prince, my fon,
Who, I do think, is mine, and love as mine,
Without ripe moving to't? would I do this?
Could man fo 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 fon'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.
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 wholsome beveridge,
Account me not your servant.
Leo. This is all;
Do't, and thou hast the one half of my heart;
Do't not, thou split'st thine own.
Cam. I'll do't, my lord.
Leo. I will feem friendly, as thou hast advis'd me,
Cam. O miferable lady! but, for me,
What case stand I in? I must 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, fo too. To do this deed,
Promotion follows. If I could find example
Of thousands, that had struck anointed Kings,
And flourish'd after, I'd not do't: but fince
Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment, bears not one;
Let villany itself forswear't. I must
Forfake the Court; to do't, or no, is certain
To me a break-neck. Happy star reign now!
Here comes Bohemia.
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