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And arms her with the boldness of a wife
To her allowińg" husband! Gone already;
Inch-thick, knee-deep; o'er head and ears a fork'd
..one.*-*— . . - * * *
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tendants. - * ~ *
Go, play, boy, play;-thy mother plays, and I
Play too; but so disgrac'd a part, whose issue
Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamour
Will be my knell.—Go, play, boy, play;-There
Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now;
And many a man there is, even at this present,
Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm,
That little thinks she has been slac'd in his absence,
And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by
Sir Smile, his neighbour; nay, there's comfort in't,
Whiles other men have gates; and those gates open'd,
As mine, against their will: Should all despair,
That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind
Would hang themselves. Physick for’t there is none;
It is a bawdy planet, that will strike
Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it,
From east, west, north, and south: Be it concluded,
No barricado for a belly; know it;
It will let in and out the enemy,
With bag and baggage: many a thousand of us
Have the disease, and feel't not.—How now, boy?
Mam. I am like you, they say.
Leon. Why that's some comfort.—
Cam. Ay, my good lord.
Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest man.-
Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer.
Gam. You had much ado to make his anchor
When you cast out, it still came home.
Leon. Didst note it?
Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; made His business more material.
Leon. Didst perceive it?— They're here with me already; whispering, rounding," Sicilia is a so-forth: 'Tis far gone, When I shall gust1 it last—How came’t, Camillo, That he did stay?
Cam. At the good queen's entreaty.
Leon. At the queen's, be’t: good, should be per
But so it is, it is not. Was this taken
By any understanding pate but thine
For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in
More than the common blocks:–Not noted, is't,
But of the finer natures? by some severals,
Of head-piece extraordinary 2 lower messes,
Perchance, are to this business purblind: say.
Cam. Business, my lord? I think, most understand Bohemia stays here longer.
Leon. Ha 2
Cam. - Stays here longer.
Leon. Ay, but why?
• To round in the ear was to tell secretly.
7 Taste. * Inferiors in rank,
Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress.
Leon. Satisfy The entreaties of your mistress 2 satisfy?— Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo, With all the nearest things to my heart, as well My chamber-councils: wherein, priest-like, 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 9 honesty behind, restraining
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;
In every one of these no man is free,
But that his negligence, his folly, fear,
Amongst the infinite doings of the world,
Sometime puts forth : In your affairs, my lord,
If ever I were wilful-negligent,
It was my folly; if industriously
I play'd the fool, it was my negligence,
Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful
To do a thing, where I the issue doubted,
Whereof the execution did cry out
Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear
Which oft affects the wisest: these, my lord,
Are such allow'd infirmities, that honesty
Is never free of. But, 'beseech your grace,
Be plainer with me; let me know my trespass
By its own visage: if I then deny it,
'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 Resides not in that man, that does not think it,) My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess,
(Or else be impudently negative,
To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then say,
My wife's a hobbyhorse; deserves a name
As rank as any flax-wench, that puts to
Before her troth-plight: say it, and justify it.
Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear
My sovereign mistress clouded so, without
My present vengeance taken: 'Shrew my heart,
You never spoke what did become you less
Than this; which to reiterate, were sin
As deep as that, though true.
Leon. Is whispering nothing?
Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses 2
Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career
Of laughter with a sigh? (a note infallible *
Of breaking honesty:) horsing foot on foot?
Skulking in corners wishing clocks more swift?
Hours, minutes? noon, midnight? and all eyes blind
With the pin and web," but theirs, theirs only,
That would unseen be wicked is this nothing?
Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing;
The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing;
My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings,
If this be nothing.
Cam. Good my lord, be cur'd
Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes;
For 'tis most dangerous.
Leon. Say, it be; 'tis true.
Cam. No, no, my lord.
Leon. It is; you lie, you lie:
I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee;
Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave;
Or else a hovering temporizer, that
Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil,
Inclining to them both : Were my wife's liver **
Infected as her life, she would not live -
The running of one glass.”
Cam. Who does infect her 2
Leon. Why he, that wears her like her medal,
About his neck, Bohemia: Who—if I
Had servants true about me: that bare eyes
To see alike mine honour as their profits,
Their own particular thrifts, they would do that s
Which should undo more doing: Ay, and thou,
His cup-bearer, whom I from meaner form a
Have bench'd, and rear'd to worship; who may'st see