Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight? and all eres 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 bave these nothings
Ir this be nothing.
Cam.

Good my lord, be cured
of this discased opinion, and betimes;
For 'lis most dangerous.
Lcon.

Sas, It be; 'tis true.
Cam. No, no, my lord.
Leon

It is; you lie, sou lie:
I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee;
Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave ;
Or else a horering 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!
Leon. Why, he that wears her like her medal, kar
About his neck, Bohemia : who-il !

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Had servants true about me, that bare eyes
To see alike mine honour as their profts,
Their own particular thrifts,-they would do that,
Which should undo more doing: Ay, and thou,
His cup-bearer,--whom I from meaner form
Hare bench'd, and reard to worship; who may'st see
Plainly, as heaven sees earth, and earth sees bearedil
How I am galled,-might'st bespice a cup,
To give mine enemy a lasting wink;
Which draught to me were cordial.

Cam.
I could do this; and that with no rash potion,
But with a ling'ring dram, that should not work
Maliciously like poison : But I cannot
Beliere this crack to be in my dread mistress,
So sorereignly being honourable.
I have loved thee-
Leon.

Make't thy question, and go rot!
Dost think, I am so muddy, so unsettled,
To appoint myself in this reration sully
The purity and whiteness of my sheels,
Which to preserve, is sleep; which being spolted,

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 ? 12:09

Cam. Hulle isI must believe you, sir;
I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for 't:
Provided, that, when he's removed, 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.
Leon.

Thou dost advise me,
Even so as I mine own course have set down :
I'll give no blemish to her honour, none.

Cam. My lord,
Go then; and with a countenance as clear
As friendship wears at leasts, keep with Bohemia,
And with your queen: I am his cup-bearer ;
If from me he have wholesome beverage,
Account me not your servant, BR
Leon.

This is all :
Do't, and thou hast the one half of my heart;
Do't not, thou splitst thine own.
Cam.

I'll doit, my lorda
Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advised me

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Cam. O miserable lads - But for me,
What case stand I in? I must be the poisonor
or good Polisenes: 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
or thousands that have struck anointed kings,
And fourish'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.

Enter POLIXENES.
Pol.

This is strange ? methinka,
My favour here begins to warp. Not speak ?
Good day, Camillo.

VERDES

Hail, most royal sir ! 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,

Sir, my lord,

Cam.

WLITH None rare, my lord

Loved 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 i do not. Do you know, and

dare not
Be intelligent to me ? 'Tis thereabouts :
For, to yoursell, what you do know, you must;
And cannot say, you dare not. Good Canillo,
Your changed complexions are to me a mirror,
Which shews me mine changed too: 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:

have look'd on thousands, who have sped the belter
By my regard, but kill'd none so. Camillo, -
As you are certainly a gentleman; thereto
Cierk-like, experienced, whicll no less adoras
Our gentry, than our parents' noble names,
In whose success we are gentle, I beseech you,
If you know aught which does behove my knowledge
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, Camilla
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 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.

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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,
As he had seen't, or been an instrument
To vice you to 't, that you have touch'd his queen
Forbiddenly.

Pol. 0, then my best blood turn
To an infected jelly; and my name
Be yoked with his that did betray the best!
Turn then my freshest reputation to
A savour, that may strike the dullest nostril
Where larrive ; and my approach be shunn'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 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 fabric of his folly; whose foundation
Is piled 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 of 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
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 :
I saw his heart in his face. Give me thy hand;
Be pilot to me, and thy places shall
Still neighbour mine: My ships are ready, and
My people did expect my hence departure
Two days ago. This jealousy
Is for a precious creature : as she's rare,
Must it be great ; and, as his person's mighty,

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