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Boldly, “ Not guilty;" — the imposition cleared, The one for ever earned a royal busband;
The other, for some while, a friend.
[Giving her hand to POLIXENES. You have tripped since.
Leon. Too hot, too hot: [Aside. Pol. O my most sacred lady,
To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. Temptations have since then been born to us : for I have tremor cordis on me: my heart dances; In those unfledged days was my wife a girl: But not for joy, — not joy. This entertainment Your precious self had not then crossed the eyes May a free face put on; derive a liberty Of my young playfellow.
From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, Her. Grace to boot:
And well become the agent: it may, I grant: Of this make no conclusion; lest you say But to the paddling palms and pinching fingers, Your queen and I are devils. Yet, go on : As now they are; and making practiced smiles, The offenses we have made you do, we'll answer; As in a looking-glas; - and then to sigh as 't If you first sinned with us, and that with us
were You did continue fault, and that you slipped not The mort o'the deer; 0, that is entertainment With any but with us.
My bosom likes not, nor my brows. — Mamilius, Leon. Is he won yet?
Art thou my boy? Her. He 'll stay, my lord.
Mam. Ay, my good lord. Leon. At my request he would not. Leon.
l' fecks? Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st Why, that 's my bawcock. What, hast smutched To better purpose.
thy nose ? Never?
They say it's a copy out of mine. Comne, captain, Leon. Never, but once.
| We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain; Her. What, have I twice said well! When And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf, was 't before?
Are all called neat. — Still virginalling I pr’y thee, tell me: cram us with praise, and make [Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE. us
Upon his palm? — How now, you wanton calf ? As fat as tame things. One good deed, dying tongue- Art thou my calf ? less,
Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord. Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that.
· Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots Our praises are our wages : you may ride us,
that I have, With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere To be full like me :- yet they say we are With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal; Almost as like as eggs; women say so, My last good deed was to entreat his stay; That will say anything. But were they false What was my first? It has an elder sister, As o’er-dyed blacks, as wind, as waters; false Or I mistake you. O, would her name were Grace ! As dice are to be wished by one that fixes But once before I spoke to the purpose : when? No bourn 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true Nay, let me have't; I long.
To say this boy were like me. — Come, sir page, Leon. Why, that was when
Look on me with your welkin eye. Sweet villain ! Three crabbéd months had soured themselves to Most dear'st! my collop! Can thy dam — may't ? death,
be ? Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, Affection ! thy intention stabs the center : And clap thyself my love :— then didst thou ut Thou dost make possible, things not so held, ter,
Communicat'st with dreams; - (how can this be?) “ I am yours for ever.”
With what's unreal thou coactive art, Her. It is Grace, indeed. —
And fellow'st nothing. Then 't is very credent Why, lo you now, I have spoken to the purpose Thou mayst co-join with something; and thou twice:
(And that beyond commission; and I find it); Be you beneath the sky. — I am angling now, And that to the infection of my brains,
Though you perceive me not how I give line. And hardening of my brows.
Go to, go to! Pol. What means Sicilia ?
[Aside. Observing POLIXENES and HERHer. He something seems unsettled.
MIONE. Pol. How, my lord ?
How she holds up the neb, the bill, to him! Leon. What cheer? how is 't with you, best | And arms her with the boldness of a wife brother?
To her allowing husband ! Gone already; Her. You look
Inch-thick, knee-decp; o'er head and ears a forked As if you held a brow of much distraction :
one. — Are you moved, my lord ?
[Exeunt POLIXENES, HERMIONE, and AtLeon. No, in good earnest. —
tendants. How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Go, play, boy, play; — thy mother plays, and I Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime Play too; but so disgraced a part, whose issue To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines
Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamor ! Of my boy's face, methought I did recoil Will be my knell. — Go, play, boy, play. — There Twenty-three years; and saw myself unbreeched,
have been, In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled, Or I am much deceived, cuckolds ere now; Lest it should bite its master, and so prove, And many a man there is, even at this present, As ornaments oft do, too dangerous.
Now while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm, How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, That little thinks she has been sluiced in 's abThis quash, this gentleman :-Mine honest friend,
sence, Will you take eggs for money?
And his pond fished by his next neighbor; by Mam. No, my lord, I 'll fight.
Sir Smile, his neighbor. Nay, there's comfort Leon. You will ? why, happy man be his dole!
in 't, - My brother,
Whiles other men have gates; and those gates Are you so fond of your young prince as we
opened, Do seem to be of ours ?
As mine, against their will : should all despair, Pol. If at home, sir,
That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter : Would hang themselves. Physic for 't there's Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy;
none; My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all :
It is a bawdy planet, that will strike He makes a July's day short as December; Where 't is predominant; and 't is powerful, And, with his varying childness, cures in me
think it, Thoughts that would thick my bload.
From east, west, north and south. Be it con-' Leon. So stands this squire
cluded, Officed with me. We two will walk, my lord, No barricado for a belly; know it; And leave you to your graver steps. — Hermione, It will let in and out the enemy, How thou lov'st us shew in our brother's wel. With bag and baggage. Many a thousand of us come ;
Have the disease, and feel 't not. — How now, Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap:
boy? Next to thyself and my young rover, he's Mam. I am like you, they say. Apparent to my heart.
Leon. Why, that 's some comfort. — Her. If you would seek us,
What! Camillo there? We are yours i' the garden : shall's attend you Cam. Ay, my good lord. there?
Leon. Go play, Mamillius ; thou 'rt an honest Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you 'll | man. —
[Exit MAMILLIUS. be found,
Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer.
Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor A servant, grafted in my serious trust, hold :
And therein negligent: or else a fool, When you cast out, it still came home.
That seest a game played home, the rich stake Leon. Didst note it?
drawn, Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; And tak'st it all for jest. made
| Cam. My gracious lord, His business more material.
I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful; Leon. Didst perceive it? —
In every one of these no man is free, They're here with me already: whispering, round But that his negligence, his folly, fear, ing,
Amongst the infinite doings of the world,
It was my folly: if industriously
To do a thing, where I the issue doubted,
Whereof the execution did cry out By any understanding pate but thine ?
Against the non-performance, 't was a fear For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in
Which oft affects the wisest :— these, my lord, More than the common blocks. — Not noted, is 't, Are such allowed infirmities, that honesty But of the finer natures ? by some severals, Is never free of. But, 'beseech your grace, Of head-piece extraordinary? Lower messes, Be plainer with me: let me know my trespass Perchance, are to this business purblind; say. By its own visage : if I then deny it, Cam. Business, my lord ? I think, most under- 'T is none of mine. stand
Leon. Have not you seen, Camillo Bohemia stays here longer.
(But that 's past doubt : you have, or your eyeLeon. Ha?
Stays here longer. Is thicker than a cuckold's horn), or heard Leon. Ay, but why?
(For, to a vision so apparent, rumor Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the en- Cannot be mute), or thought (for cogitation treaties
Resides not in that man that does not think), Of our most gracious mistress.
My wife is slippery? - If thou wilt confess Leon. Satisfy
(Or else be impudently negative, The entreaties of your mistress ? — satisfy ? To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought), then say, Let that suffice. — I have trusted thee, Camillo, My wife 's a hobby-horse; deserves a name With all the nearest things to my heart, as well As rank as any flax-wench, that puts to My chamber-councils : wherein, priest-like, thou Before her troth-plight: say it, and justify it. Hast cleansed my bosom; I from thee departed | Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear Thy penitent reformed: but we have been My sovereign mistress clouded so, without Deceived in thy integrity, deceived
My present vengeance taken. 'Shrew my heart, In that which seems so.
You never spoke what did become you less Cam. Be it forbid, my lord !
Than this; which to reiterate were sin Leon. To bide upon 't, — thou art not hon- As deep as that, though true. est : or
Leon. Is whispering nothing ? If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward; Is leaning cheek to cheek; is meeting noses ; Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining Kissing with inside lip; stopping the career From course required : or else thou must be of laughter with a sigh (a note infallible counted Of breaking honesty); horsing foot on foot;
Skulking in corners; wishing clock more swift; Dost think I am so muddy, so unsettled, Hours, minutes; noon, midnight; and all eyes To appoint myself in this vexation ? sully blind
The purity and whiteness of my sheets, With the pin and web, but theirs, theirs only, Which to preserve is sleep; which being spotted, That would unseen be wicked — is this nothing? Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is noth- Give scandal to the blood o' the prince my son, ing;
Who I do think is mine, and love as mine, The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing; Without ripe moving to 't? — Would I do this? My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these noth- Could man so blench ? ings,
Cam. I must believe you, sir; If this be nothing.
I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for 't: Cam. Good my lord, be cured
Provided that, when he's removed, your highness Of this diseased opinion, and betimes;
Will take again your queen, as yours at first; For 't is most dangerous.
Even for your son's sake; and thereby, for sealing Leon. Say it be; 't is true.
The injury of tongues, in courts and kingdoms Cam. No, no, my lord.
Known and allied to yours. Leon. It is; you lie, you lie:
Leon. Thou dost advise me I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee; Even so as I mine own course have set down. Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave; I'll give no blemish to her honor; none. Or else a hovering temporiser, that
Cam. My lord, Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, Go, then; and with a countenance as clear Inclining to them both. Were my wife's liver As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia, Infected as her life, she would not live
And with your queen. I am his cupbearer; The running of one glass.
If from me he has a wholesome beverage, Cam. Who does infect her?
Account me not your servant. Leon. Why, he that wears her like her medal,1 Leon. This is all : hanging
Do’t, and thou hast the one half of my heart; About his neck; Bohemia : who — if I
Do't not, thou splitt'st thine own. Had servants true about me, that bare eyes Cam. I'll do’t, my lord. To see alike mine honor as their profits,
Leon. I will seem friendly as thou hast advised. Their own particular thrifts, — they would do that
[Exit. Which should undo more doing. Ay, and thou, Cam. O miserable lady! — But for me, His cupbearer, — whom I from meaner form What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner Have benched, and reared to worship; who mayst Of good Polixenes : and my ground to do 't see
Is the obedience to a master; one Plainly as heaven sees earth, and earth sees Who, in rebellion with himself, will have heaven,
All that are his, so too. — To do this deed How I am galled, — mightst bespice a cup, Promotion follows. If I could find example To give mine enemy a lasting wink;
Of thousands that have struck anointed kings, Which draught to me were cordial.
And flourished after, I'd not do't: but since Cam. Sir, my lord,
Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment, bears not one, I could do this; and that with no rash potion, Let villainy itself forswear't. I must But with a lingering dram, that should not work Forsake the court: to do 't or no, is certain Maliciously like poison : but I cannot
To me a break-neck. Happy star, reign now ! -
My favor here begins to warp. Not speak? — Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near; Good-day, Camillo.
Which way to be prevented, if to be ; Cam. Hail, most royal sir !
If not, how best to bear it. Pol. What is the news i' the court ?
Cam. Sir, I'll tell you; Cam. None rare, my lord.
Since I am charged in honor, and by him . Pol. The king hath on him such a countenance That I think honorable : therefore, mark my counAs he had lost some province, and a region
sel; Loved as he loves himself : even now I met him Which must be even as swiftly followed as With customary compliment; when he,
I mean to utter it; or both yourself and me Wafting his eyes to the contrary, and falling Cry - Lost !” and so good-night. A lip of much contempt, speeds from me; and Pol. On, good Camillo. So leaves me, to consider what is breeding
Cam. I am appointed him to murder you. That changes thus his manners.
Pol. By whom, Camillo ? Cam. I dare not know, my lord.
Cam. By the king. Pol. How ! dare not? do not ? Do you know,
For what? and dare not
Cam. He thinks, — nay, with all confidence he Be intelligent to me? 'Tis thereabouts :
swears, For to yourself, what you do know you must, As he had seen't, or been an instrument And cannot say you dare not. Good Camillo, To vice you to't, - that you have touched his Your changed complexions are to me a mirror,
queen Which shews me mine changed too: for I must be Forbiddenly. A party in this alteration, finding
Pol. O, then my best blood turn Myself thus altered with it.
To an infected jelly; and my name Cam. There is a sickness
Be yoked with his, that did betray the Best ! Which puts some of us in distemper; but | Turn then my freshest reputation to I cannot name the disease; and it is caught A savor that may strike the dullest nostril Of you, that yet are well.
Where I arrive; and my approach be shunned, Pol. How caught of me?
Nay, hated too, worse than the great’st infection Make me not sighted like the basilisk :
That e'er was heard or read !
By each particular star in heaven, and
Pol. How should this grow ?
Cam. I know not: but I am sure 't is safer to In ignorant concealment.
| Avoid what's grown, than question how 't is born. Cam. I may not answer.
If therefore you dare trust my honesty, — Pol. A sickness caught of me, and yet I well! Tuat lies enclosed in this trunk, which you I must be answered. — Dost thou hear, Camillo; Shall bear along impawned, — away to-night. I conjure thee by all the parts of man,
Your followers I will whisper to the business ; · Which honor does acknowledge, - whereof the And will by twos and threes, at several posterns, least
Clear them of the city: for myself, I'll put Is not this suit of mine, – that thou declare My fortunes to your service, which are here What incidency thou dost guess of harm | By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain ;