Lest it should bite its master, and so prove, How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, This squash', this gentleman:-Mine honest friend, Will you take eggs for money? Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight. Leon. You will? why, happy man be his dole?! Are you so fond of your young prince, as we Pol. 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 come; Let what is dear in Sicily, be cheap : Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's Apparent to my heart. Her. If you would seek us, We are yours i' the garden: Shall's attend you there? Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be found, Be you beneath the sky:— I am angling now, [Aside. Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE. 7 Pea-cod. 8 Will you be cajoled. 9 May his lot in life be an happy one! She arms her with the boldness of a wife 2 [Exeunt POLIXENES, HERMIONE, and Go, play, boy, play; thy mother plays, and I Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now; Leon. - Why, that's some comfort. What! Camillo there? Cam. Ay, my good lord. Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest man. [Exit MAMILLIUS. Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer. Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold: When you cast out, it still came home. Leon. Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; made His business more material. Leon. Didst note it? Didst perceive it? — They're here with me already; whispering, round ing 3, Sicilia is a so-forth: 'Tis far gone, 4 When I shall gust it last. 2 How came't, Camillo, At the good queen's entreaty. Approving. 3 To round in the ear was to tell secretly. 4 Taste. Leon. At the queen's, be't: good, should be per tinent; 'But so it is, it is not. Was this taken stand Bohemia stays here longer. Leon. Cam. Leon. Ay, but why? Ha? Stays here longer. Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress. Leon. Satisfy The entreaties of your mistress? satisfy? Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo, With all the nearest things to my heart, as well My chamber-councils: wherein, priest-likę, thou Hast cleans'd my bosom; I from thee departed Thy penitent reform'd: but we have been Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceiv'd 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 honesty behind, restraining 6 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, And tak'st it all for jest. Cam. My gracious lord, I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful; Inferiors in rank. VOL. IV. 6 To hox is to hamstring.... In every one of these no man is free, 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 Cannot be mute,) or thought, (for cogitation To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then say, Leon. Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? stopping the career Of laughter with a sigh? (a note infallible Of breaking honesty :) wishing clocks more swift? Hours, minutes? noon, midnight? and all eyes blind With the pin and web', but theirs, theirs only, If this be nothing. Cam. Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes; For 'tis most dangerous. Leon. Good my lord, be cur'd Say, it be; 'tis true. It is; you lie, you lie: Cam. No, no, my lord. Leon. 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, Sir, my lord, I could do this; and that with no rash potion, 7 Disorders of the eye. 8 Hasty. |