Hours, minutes? noon, midnight? and all eyes blind Cam. Of this diseased opinion, and betimes; Say, it be; 'tis true. It is; you lie, you lie : Cam. No, no, my lord. Leon 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 her medal, hangAbout 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, His cup-bearer,-whom I from meaner form Have bench'd, and rear'd to worship; who may'st see 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. Cum. 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 Make't thy question, and go rot! Leon. Which to preserve, is sleep; which being spotted, Without ripe moving to 't ?-Would I do this? Cam. I must believe you, sir; Provided, that, when he's removed, your highness Leon. Thou dost advise me, Go then; and with a countenance as clear As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia, Account me not your servant. This is all :" Leon. Cam. O miserable lads-But for me, Who, in rebellion with himself, will have Pol. Enter POLIXENES. This is strange? methinks, My favour here begins to warp. Not speak ?- Hail, most royal sir! None rare, my lord Pol. What is the news i' the court? Cam. Pol. The king hath on him such a countenance, As he had lost some province, and a region, c Loved as he loves himself: even now I met him dare not Do you know, and Be intelligent to me? 'Tis thereabouts : Myself thus alter'd with it. Cam. There is a sickness, Which puts some of us in distemper; but Pol. How! caught of me? Make me not sighted like the basilisk: I have look'd on thousands, who have sped the better 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, Camilla I conjure 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; If not, how best to bear it. Cam. Sir, I'll tell you; Since I am charged in honour, and by him That I think honourable: Therefore, mark my counsel; 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. 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 touch'd his queen O, then my best blood turn To an infected jelly; and my name Be yoked with his that did betray the best! A savour, that may strike the dullest nostril Cam. Swear his thought over By each particular star in heaven, and Pol. How should this grow? Cam. I know not: but, I am sure, 'tis safer to Have utter'd truth: which if you seek to prove, I dare not stand by; nor shall you be safer Than one condemn'd by the king's own mouth, thereon His execution sworn. Pol. I do believe thee: Give me thy hand; I saw his heart in his face. Be pilot to me, and thy places shall Still neighbour mine: My ships are ready, and Two days ago.-This jealousy Is for a precious creature: as she's rare, Must it be great; and, as his person's mighty, VCL. HI. 2 Must it be violent; and as he does conceive In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me; The gracious queen, part of his theme, but nothing I will respect 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 ACT II. SCENE 1.-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 play-fellow ? 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 good lord? Mam. Not for because Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say, Become some women best; so that there be not Too much hair there, but in a semi-circle, Or half-moon made with a pen. 2 Lady. Who taught you this? Mam. I learn'd it out of women's faces.-Pray now, What colour are your eye-brows? I Lady. Blue, my lord. Mam. Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a lady's nose That has been blue, but not her eye-brows. 2 Lady. Hark ye: The queen, your mother, rounds apace: we shall One of these days: and then you'd wanton with us, She is spread of late 1 Lady. Into a goodly bulk: Good time encounter her! [now Iler. What wisdom stirs amongst you? Come, sir, |