Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold: When you cast out, it still came home. Leon. Didst note it? Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; made His business more material. Leon. Didst perceive it ?— They're here with me already; whispering, rounding, 'Sicilia is a-so-forth :' "Tis far gone, When I shall gust it last.-How came' Camillo That he did stay? Cam. At the good queen's entreaty. Leon. At the queen's, be't: good should be pertinent: More than the common blocks.—Not noted, is 't, Of head-piece extraordinary ? lower messes Cam. Business, my lord! I think most understand Leon. Cam. Leon. Ay, but why? Ha! Stays here longer. Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress. The entreaties of your mistress !—satisfy !— In that which seems so. Cam. Be it forbid, my lord! Leon. To bide upon 't ;-thou art not honest; or, If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward; Which hoxes 13 honesty behind, restraining From course requir'd; or else thou must be counted A servant grafted in my serious trust, And therein negligent; or else a fool, That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, Cam. It was my folly; if industriously I play'd the fool, it was my negligence, 'Tis none of mine. Leon. 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, rumour To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought), then say, My wife's 'incontinent;' deserves a name As deep as that, though true. Leon. Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? stopping the career Cam. Good my lord, be cur'd Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes; For 'tis most dangerous. I Leon. Cam. No, no, my lord. Leon. Say, it be; 'tis true. It is; you lie, you lie : say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee; Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave; Or else a hovering temporiser, that Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, The running of one glass. Cam. Who does infect her? Leon. Why, he that wears her like her medal, hanging About his neck, Bohemia: who—if I Had servants true about me, that bare eyes Have bench'd, and rear'd to worship; who may'st see Plainly, as heaven sees earth, and earth sees heaven, To give mine enemy a lasting wink ; Which draught to me were cordial. Sir, my lord, Cam. Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, So sovereignly being honourable. I have lov'd thee Leon. Make that thy question, and go rot! Dost think I am so muddy, so unsettled, To appoint myself in this vexation? sully Cam. I must believe you, sir; Even for your son's sake; and thereby for sealing Leon. Thou dost advise me Even so as I mine own course have set down: I'll give no blemish to her honour, none. Cam. My lord, Go then; and with a countenance as clear Leon. This is all: Do't, and thou hast the one half of my heart; Cam. I'll do 't, my lord. [Exit. Of good Polixenes: and my ground to do 't Is the obedience to a master; one, Forsake the court: to do 't, or no, is certain Pol. Enter POLIXENES. This is strange: methinks My favour here begins to warp. Not speak?— Good-day, Camillo. Cam. Pol. What is the news i' the court? Cam. Hail, most royal sir! None rare, my Pol. The king hath on him such a countenance |