If you know ought which does behove my knowledge Cam. I may not answer. Pol. A fickness caught of me, and yet I well? Which honour does acknowledge, whereof the leaft Cam. Sir, I'll tell you, Since I am charg'd in honour, and by him. Which must be ev'n as fwiftly follow'd as I mean to utter it; or both your felf and me Cry loft, and fo good night. Pol. On, good Camillo. Cam. I am appointed to murder you. Pol. By whom, Camillo? Cam. By the King. Pol. For what? Cam. He thinks, nay with all confidence he swears, As he had feen't, or been an inftrument To vice you to't, that you have toucht his Queen Pol. Oh then, my best blood turṇ To an infected gelly, and my name Be yoak'd with his that did betray the best: A favour, that may ftrike the dulleft nostril Where Where I arrive; and my approach be fhun'd, Nay hated too, worse than the great'st infection That e'er was heard, or read. Cam. Swear his thought over By each particular star in heav'n, and Pol. How fhould this grow? Cam. I know not; but I'm fure 'tis fafer to Avoid what's grown, than queftion how 'tis born. If therefore you dare truft my honesty, That lies inclosed in this trunk, which you Shall bear along impawn'd, away to-night; Your followers I will whisper to the business, And will by twoes, and threes, at feveral posterns, Clear them o'th' city. For my felf, I'll put My fortunes to your fervice, which are here By this discovery loft. Be not uncertain, For by the honour of my parents, I Have utter'd truth; which if you seek to prove, I dare not stand by; nor fhall you be fafer Than one condemned by the King's own mouth: Thereon his execution fworn. Pol. I do believe thee: I faw his heart in's face. Be pilot to me, and thy Give me thy hand; places fhall Still neighbour mine. My fhips are ready, and Two days ago. This jealousie as fhe's rare, Is for a precious creature; Fear o'er-fhades me: Good expedition be my friend, and comfort The gracious Queen, part of his theam; but nothing I will refpect thee as a father, if Thou bear'st my life off hence. Let us avoid. Cam. It is in mine authority to command The keys of all the posterns: please your highness [Exeunt. T ACT II. SCENE I. The SCENE Continues. Enter Hermione, Mamillus, and Ladies. HERMIONE. AKE the boy to you; he fo troubles me, 1 Lady. Come, my gracious lord, Shall I be your play-fellow? 1 Lady. Why, my sweet lord? Mam. You'll kiss me hard, and fpeak to me as if I were a baby still; I love you better. 2 Lady. And why fo, my lord? VOL. II. Cccc Mam. Mam. Not for because Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they fay, 2 Lady. Who taught you this? Mam. I learn'd it out of women's faces: pray now, What colour be your eye-brows? 1 Lady. Blue, my lord. Mam. Nay, that's a mock: I've seen a lady's nose That has been blue, but not her eye-brows. 1 Lady. Hark ye, The Queen, your mother, rounds apace: we shall One of these days, and then you'll wanton with us, 2 Lady. She is fpread of late Into a goodly bulk, good time encounter her. Her. What wisdom ftirs amongst you? come, Sir, now I am for you again. Pray you fit by us, And tell's a tale. Mam. Merry, or fad, fhall't be? Mam. A fad tale's best for winter. I have one of sprights and goblins. Come on, fit down. Come on, and do your best, Her. Nay, come fit down; then on. Mam. Dwelt by a church-yard: I will tell it foftly: Yond crickets fhall not hear it. Her. Come on then, and give't me in mine car. SCENE Enter Leontes, Antigonus, and Lords. Leo. Was he met there? his train? Camillo with him? Saw I men scowr fo on their way: I ey'd them Leo. How blest am I In my just cenfure! in my true opinion! Th' abhorr❜d ingredient to his eye, make known There is a plot against my life, my crown; Remain a pinch'd thing; yea, a very trick Lord. By his great authority, Which often hath no less prevail'd than fo Leo. I know't too well. Give me the boy, I'm glad you did not nurse him: Cccc 2 Her. |