Ere I could make thee open thy white hand And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, "I am yours for ever." The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; [Gives her hand to Polixenes.] Leon. [Aside.] Too hot, too hot To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods. I have tremor cordis on me; my heart dances, 110 Still virginalling Yes, if you will, my lord. Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash and the shoots that I have, 130 To be full like me; yet they say we are Most dear'st! my collop! Can thy dam? Affection! thy intention stabs the centre. Thou dost make possible things not so held, Communicat'st with dreams;- how can this be? With what 's unreal thou coactive art, 140 And fellow'st nothing. Then 't is very credent Thou mayst co-join with something; and thou dost, And that beyond commission, and I find it, 245 What means Sicilia ? As if you held a brow of much distraction. breech'd 155 In my green velvet coat, my dagger muzzl'd, Will you take eggs for money? Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight. 130 Leon. You will! Why, happy man be 's dole! My brother, Are you so fond of your young prince as we Do seem to be of ours? 105 Pol. If at home, sir, He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter, Now my sworn friend and then mine enemy, My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all. He makes a July's day short as December, And with his varying childness cures in me Thoughts that would thick my blood Leon. So stands this squire Offic'd with me. We two will walk, my lord, And leave you to your graver steps. Hermione, How thou lov'st us, show in our brother's wel 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 341 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 435 If therefore you dare trust my honesty, Have utt'red truth, which if you seek to prove, I dare not stand by; nor shall you be safer Than one condemn'd by the King's own mouth, thereon His execution sworn. Pol. I do believe thee; 445 |