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When I shall gust1 it last.-How came 't, Camillo,
That he did stay?
At the good queen's entreaty. queen's, be't: good, should be per
But so it is, it is not. Was this taken
Stays here longer.
Leon. Ay, but why?
The entreaties of your mistress?- -Satisfy?
In that which seems so.
Be it forbid, my lord!
Leon. To bide upon't: Thou art not honest; or,
1 i. e. taste it:-"ille domus sciet ultimus.".........Juv. Sat. x.
2 Messes is here put for degrees, conditions.
3 To hox is to hamstring: the proper word is to hough.
From course required; or else thou must be counted
A servant, grafted in my serious trust,
And therein negligent; or else a fool,
That seest a game played home, the rich stake drawn,
My gracious lord,
I played the fool, it was my negligence,
Have not you seen, Camillo, (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, rumor Cannot be mute,) or thought,—(for cogitation Resides not in that man, that does not think,)2– My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess, (Or else be impudently negative,
To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then say,
Cam. I would not be a stander-by to hear
1 This is expressed obscurely, but seems to mean "the execution of which (when done) cried out against the non-performance of it before."
2 Leontes means to say, "Have you not thought that my wife is slippery? (for cogitation resides not in the man that does not think my wife is slippery.") The four latter words, though disjoined from the word think by the necessity of a parenthesis, are evidently to be connected in construction with it.
You never spoke what did become you less
Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? Is meeting noses? Kissing with inside lip? Stopping the career Of laughter with a sigh? (a note infallible Of breaking honesty :) Horsing foot on foot? Skulking in corners? Wishing clocks more swift? Hours, minutes? Noon, midnight? And all eyes
With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only,
Say, it be; 'tis true.
Cam. No, no, my lord.
Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil,
Who does infect her?
Leon. Why, he that wears her like his medal,3 hanging
About his neck, Bohemia. Who-if I
Had servants true about me, that bare eyes
To see alike mine honor as their profits,
Their own particular thrifts,—they would do that
1 The pin and web is the cataract in an early stage.
3 The old copy reads, “her medal."
Which should undo more doing. Ay, and thou,
I have loved thee,
with a festival
She'll first receive thee; but will spice thy bread
1 "Bespice a cup." So in Chapman's Translation of the tenth book of the Odyssey:—
2 Rash is hasty; as in King Henry IV. Part II. "rash gunpowder." Maliciously is malignantly, with effects openly hurtful.
3 Make that, i. e. Hermione's disloyalty, which is a clear point, a subject of doubt, and go rot! Dost think I am such a fool as to torment myself, and bring disgrace on me and my child, without sufficient grounds?
4 Something is necessary to complete the verse.
"Is goads and thorns, nettles and tails of wasps." 5 To blench is to start off, to shrink.
Even for your son's sake; and thereby, for sealing
Thou dost advise me, Even so as I mine own course have set down. I'll give no blemish to her honor, none.
Go then; and with a countenance as clear
Account me not your servant.
I'll do't, my lord. Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advised
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 All that are his, so too.-To do this deed, Promotion follows. If I could find example Of thousands, that had struck anointed kings, And flourished after, I'd not do't; but since Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment, bears not one, Let villany itself forswear't. I must Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain
To me a break-neck. Happy star, reign now'
This is strange! Methinks My favor here begins to warp. Not speak?Good-day, Camillo.
Hail, most royal sir! Pol. What is the news i'the court? Cam.
None rare, my lord.