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Plainly, as heaven sees earth, and earth sees heaven,
How I am galled,—might'st bespice a cup,
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,
But with a ling'ring dram, that should not work
Maliciously 4 like poison: But I cannot
Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, w
So sovereignly being honourable.
I have lov'd thee,_
Leon. Make’t thy question, and go rot!
Dost think, I am so muddy, so unsettled,
To appoint myself in this vexation ? sully
The purity and whiteness of my sheets,
Which to preserve, is sleep; which being spotted,
Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps?
Give scandal to the blood o' the prince my son,
Who, I do think is mine, and love as mine;
Without ripe moving to't: Would I do this?
Could man so blench 23
Cam. I must believe you, sir;
I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for't;
Provided, that when he's remov’d, your highness
Will take again your queen, as yours at first;
Even for your son's sake; and, thereby, for sealing
The injury of tongues, in courts and kingdoms
Known and allied to yours. f
Leon. Thou dost advise me,
Even so as I mine own course have set down:
3 Hasty. 4 Maliciously, with effects openly hurtful. 5 i. e. Could any man so start off from propriety 2
I'll give noblemish to her honour, none.
Cam. My lord, Go then; and with a countenance as clear As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia,
, And with your queen: I am his cupbearer;
If from me he have wholsome 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 split'st thine own.
Cam. I'll do't, my lord. Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advis'd me. r [Erit.
Cam. O miserable lady!—But, for me, What case stand I in 2 I must be the poisoner Of good Polixenes: and my ground to do't Is the obedience to a master; one, Who, in rebellion with himself, will have All that are his, so too.—To do this deed, Promotion follows: If I could find example Of thousands, that had struck anointed kings, And flourish'd after, I’d not do't: but since Nor brass nor stone, nor parchment, bears not one, Let villainy itself forswear't. I must Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain To me a break-neck. Happy star, reign now! Here comes Bohemia.
Pol. This is strange! methinks, My favour here begins to warp. Not speak — Good-day, Camillo.
Cam. Hail, most royal sir!
Pol. What is the news i' the court 2
Cam. None rare, my lord.
Pol. The king hath on him such a countenance,
As he had lost some province, and a region,
Lov'd as he loves himself: even now I met him
With customary compliment; when he,
Wafting his eyes to the contrary, and falling
A lip of much contempt, speeds from me; and
So leaves me, to consider what is breeding,
That changes thus his manners.
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;
For, to yourself, what you do know, you must ;
And cannot say, you dare not. Good Camillo,
Your chang'd complexions are to me a mirror,
Which shows me mine chang'd to: for I must be
A party in this alteration, finding
Myself thus alter'd with it.
Cam. There is a sickness
Which puts some of us in distemper; but
I cannot name the disease; and it is caught
Of you that yet are well. -
Pol. How ! caught of me?
Make me not sighted like the basilisk:
I have look'd on thousands, who have sped the better |
By my regard, but kill'd none so. Camillo,
As you are certainly a gentleman; thereto
Clerk-like, experienc'd, which no less adorns
Our gentry, than our parents' noble names,
In whose success" we are gentle,"—I beseech you,
If you know aught which does behove my know-
Thereof to be inform'd, imprison it not
In ignorant concealment.
Cam. I may not answer.
Pol. A sickness caught of me, and yet I well!
I must be answer'd.—Dost thou hear, Camillo,
I cónjure thee, by all the parts of man,
Which honour does acknowledge, whereof the least
Is not this suit of mine,—that thou declare
What incidency thou dost guess of harm
Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near;
Which way to be prevented, if to be;
If not, how best to bear it.
Cam. Sir, I'll tell you;
Since I am charg'd in honour, and by him
That I think honourable : Therefore, mark my
Which must be even as swiftly follow'd, as
I mean to utter it; or both yourself and me
Cry, lost, and so good-night.
Pol. On, good Camillo.
Cam. I am appointed Him to murder you”.
Pol. By whom, Camillo?
Cam. By the king.
Pol. - For what?
Cam. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he swears,
6 For succession. .
7 Gentle was opposed to simple; well born.
* i.e. I am the person appointed, &c.
As he had seen't, or been an instrument
To vice.9 you to't,--that you have touch'd his queen
Pol. O, then my best blood turn
To an infected jelly; and my name
Be yok'd with his, that did betray the best!
Turn then my freshest reputation to
A savour, that may strike the dullest nostril
Where I arrive; and my approach be shunn'd,
Nay, hated too, worse than the great'st infection
That e'er was heard, or read Î
Cam. Swear his thought over
By each particular star in heaven, and
By all their influences, you may as well
Forbid the sea for to obey the moon,
As or, by oath, remove, or counsel, shake,
The fabrick of his folly; whose foundation
Is pil'd upon his faith," and will continue
The standing of his body.
Pol. How should this grow
Cam. I know not: but, I am sure, 'tis safer to Avoid what's grown, than question how 'tis born. If therefore you dare trust my honesty,+ That lies enclosed in this trunk, which you Shall bear along impawn'd, away to-night. Your followers I will whisper to the business; And will, by twos, and threes, at several posterns, Clear them o' the city: For myself, I'll put My fortunes to your service, which are here By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain; For, by the honour of my parents, I