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Will take again your queen as yours at first, Even for your son's sake; and thereby forsealing
The injury of tongues in courts and kingdoms
Go then; and with a countenance as clear As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohe mia
And with your queen. I am his cupbearer: 345 If from me he have wholesome beverage, Account me not your servant.
Leon. 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. Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advis'd me. [Exit. 350
Cam. O miserable 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