Of this diseased opinion, and betimes; For 'tis most dangerous. Leon. Cam. No, no, my lord. Say, it be; 'tis true. It is; you lie, you lie: I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee; 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 his medal, 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 Have benched, and reared to worship; who mayst see To give mine enemy a lasting wink; Which draught to me were cordial. Cam. Sir, my lord, I could do this; and that with no rash potion, Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, I have loved thee, Leon. Make't thy question, and go rot! Dost think I am so muddy, so unsettled, To appoint myself in this vexation? sully Give scandal to the blood o' the prince, my son, Cam. Even for your son's sake; and thereby, for sealing Leon. Thou dost advise me, My lord, I'll give no blemish to her honor, none. Cam. Go then; and with a countenance as clear This is all; Leon. Cam. Cam. O miserable lady-But, for me, [Exit. What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain Pol. Enter POLIXENES. This is strange! Methinks My favor here begins to warp. Not speak? Cam. Pol. What is the news i'the court? Hail, most royal sir! None rare, my lord. Cam. So leaves me to consider what is breeding, dare not Do not. Do you know, and Be intelligent to me? 'Tis thereabouts; For, to yourself, what you do know, you must; Myself thus altered with it. Cam. Pol. How! caught of me? I have looked on thousands, who have sped the better In ignorant concealment. 11 I may not answer. Pol. A sickness caught of me, and yet I well! I must be answered.-Dost thou hear, Camillo, I conjure thee, by all the parts of man, Which honor does acknowledge,-whereof the least What incidency thou dost guess of harm Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near; If not, how best to bear it. Cam. Sir, I'll tell you; Since I am charged in honor, and by him That I think honorable. Therefore, mark my counsel; Which must be even as swiftly followed, as I mean to utter it; or both yourself and me Cry, lost, and so good-night. On, good Camillo. Pol. Cam. Pol. By the king. For what? Cam. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he swears, As he had seen't, or been an instrument To vice you to't,-that you have touched his queen O, then my best blood turn Be yoked with his, that did betray the best! A savor, that may strike the dullest nostril Cam. Pol. How should this grow? Cam. I know not; but, I am sure, 'tis safer to Have uttered truth; which if you seek to prove, I dare not stand by; nor shall you be safer Than one condemned by the king's own mouth, thereon His execution sworn. Pol. I do believe thee: I saw his heart in his face. Give me thy hand; Be pilot to me, and thy places shall Still neighbor mine. My ships are ready, and Two days ago.-This jealousy Is for a precious creature; as she's rare, Must it be violent; and as he does conceive In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me; I will respect thee as a father, if Thou bear'st my life off hence. Let us avoid. The keys of all the posterns. Please your highness [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. The same. Enter HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, and Ladies. Her. Take the boy to you: he so troubles me, 'Tis past enduring. 1 Lady. Come, my gracious lord, No, I'll none of you. Shall I be your playfellow? Mam. 1 Lady. Why, my sweet lord? Mam. You'll kiss me hard; and speak to me as if I were a baby still.-I love you better. 2 Lady. And why so, my lord? Mam. Not for because Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say, Too much hair there, but in a semicircle, Or half-moon made with a pen. 2 Lady. Who taught you this? Blue, my lord. Mam. I learned it out of women's faces.-Pray now What color are your eyebrows? 1 Lady. Mam. Nay, that's a mock; I have seen a lady's nose That has been blue, but not her eyebrows. 2 Lady. Hark ye; The queen, your mother, rounds apace: we shall One of these days; and then you'd wanton with us, |