Which should undo more doing. Ay, and thou, Have benched, and reared to worship; who mayst see Plainly, as heaven sees earth, and earth sees heaven, How I am galled,-mightst bespice a cup,1 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 2 potion, Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, I have loved thee, Leon. Make't thy question, and go rot!3 Dost think I am so muddy, so unsettled, 24 To appoint myself in this vexation? sully Cam. I must believe you, I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for't; sir. Provided, that when he's removed, your highness 1 66 Bespice a cup." So in Chapman's Translation of the tenth book of the Odyssey:— She'll first receive thee; but will spice thy bread With flowery poisons." 2 Rash is hasty; as in King Henry IV. Part II. "rash gunpowder." Maliciously is malignantly, with effects openly hurtful. 3 Make that, i. e. Hermione's disloyalty, which is a clear point, a subject of doubt, and go rot! Dost think I am such a fool as to torment myself, and bring disgrace on me and my child, without sufficient grounds? 4 Something is necessary to complete the verse. Hanmer reads:"Is goads and thorns, nettles and tails of wasps." 5 To blench is to start off, to shrink. Even for your son's sake; and thereby, for sealing Leon. Even so as I mine own course have set down. Thou dost advise me, My lord, I'll give no blemish to her honor, none. Cam. Go then; and with a countenance as clear If from me he have wholesome beverage, Account me not your servant. Leon. This is all; Do't, and thou hast the one half of my heart; Do't not, thou splittest thine own. Cam. I'll do't, my lord. Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advised me. Cam. O miserable lady-But, for me, What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner [Exit. Is the obedience to a master; one, Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain To me a break-neck. Happy star, reign now! Pol. Enter POLIXENES. This is strange! Methinks My favor 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 lord. Pol. The king hath on him such a countenance, Cam. I dare not know, my lord. Pol. How! Dare not? Do not. Do you know, and dare not Be intelligent to me? 'Tis thereabouts; Cam. There is a sickness Which puts some of us in distemper; but I cannot name the disease; and it is caught Pol. How! caught of me? Make me not sighted like the basilisk. I have looked on thousands, who have sped the better As you are certainly a gentleman; thereto In whose success we are gentle,'-I beseech you, In ignorant concealment. Cam. 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. 1 Success, for succession. Gentle, well born, was opposed to simple. Is not this suit of mine,-that thou declare 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. Pol. On, good Camillo. 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 Forbiddenly. Pol. O, then my best blood turn Be yoked with his, that did betray the best!3 A savor, that may strike the dullest nostril Swear his thought over Cam. 1 "I am appointed him to murder you;" I am the person appointed to murder you. 2 i. e. to screw or move you to it. A vice, in Shakspeare's time, meant any kind of winding screw. The vice of a clock was a common expression. 3 That is, Judas. 4 "Swear his thought over." The meaning apparently is, “ Over-swear his thought by," &c. As, or by oath, remove, or counsel, shake Pol. you How should this grow? Have uttered truth; which if you seek to prove, His execution sworn. Pol. I do believe thee: I saw his heart in his face. Give me thy hand; Still neighbor mine. My ships are ready, and Is for a precious creature; as she's rare, In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me; The gracious queen, part of his theme, but nothing 1 "Is piled upon his faith;" this folly which is erected on the foundation of settled belief. 2 i. e. I will place thee in elevated rank, always near to my own in dignity, or near my person. |