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Is thicker than a cuckold's horn) or heard,
(For, to a vision fo apparent, rumour
Cannot be mute) or thought, (for cogitation
Resides not in tha man that does not think’t)
My wife is flippery ? if thou wilt, confess;
Orelse be impudently negative
To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought : Then say,
My wife's a hoby-horse ; deserves a name
As rank as any fax-wench, that puts to
Before her troth-plight: fay't, and justify't.
Cam. I would not be a ftander-by, to hear
My sovereign mistress clouded so, without
My present vengeance taken : 'Shrew my heart,
You never spoke what did become
Than this; which to reiterate, were sin
As deep as that, though true.
Leo. Is whisp'ring nothing?
Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses ?
Kiffing with infide lip? stopping the career
Of-laughter with a figh; a note infallible
Of breaking honefty horfing foot on foot?
Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ;
Hours, minutes; the 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.
Leð. Say, it be; 'tis true.
CAM. No, no, my lord.
Leo. It is; you lye, you lye:
I say, thou ly'ft, Camillo, and I hate thee;
Pronounce thee a gross lowt, a mindless slave ;
Or else a hovering temporizer, that
Canst with thine eyes at once fee 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?
Leo. Why, he, that wears her like his medal, hanging
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
Which should undo more doing: Ay, and thou,
His cup-bearer, — whom I, from meaner form,
Have bench'd and rear'd to worship; who may't see
Plainly, as heaven sees earth, and earth sees heaven,
How I am gall’d, -thou might'st be-spice 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, like poison : But I cannot
Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress,
So sovereignly being honourable, -
Leo. Make that thy question, and go rot! I have lov'd
Dost think, I am so muddy, so unsetti'd,
To appoint myself in this vexation ? fully
The purity and whiteness of my sheets, -
Which to preserve, is fleep; which being spotted,
Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps ? Or would 3
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?
CAM. I must believe you, fir;
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 fake ; and, thereby, for sealing
The injury of tongues, in courts and kingdoms
Known and ally'd to yours.
LEO. Thou doft 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 feafts, keep with Bohemia,
And with your queen: I am his cup-bearer ;
If from me he have wholesome beveridge,
Account me not your servant.
LEO. 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.
Leo. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advis'd me,
Cam. O miserable lady! But, for me,
What case stand I in? 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 Aourish'd after, I'd not do't: but fince
Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment bears not one,
Let villany itself forswear't. I must
Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain
To me a break-neck. Happy ftar, 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 fir.
Pol. What is the news i'the court?
CAM. None rare, my
Pol. The king hath on him fuch 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 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 shews me mine chang'd too: for I must be
A party in this alteration, finding
Myself thus alter'd with't.
Cam. There is a fickness,
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 fighted like the basilisk:
I have look'd on thousands, who have sped the better
By my regard, but kill'd none fo. Camillo, -
As you are, certain, 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 knowledges
Thereof to be inforin'd; imprison't not
In ignorant concealment.
may not answer.
Pol. A fickness caught of me, and yet I well!
I must be answer'd. -Dost thou hear, Camillo;
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 doft 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 will tell you ;
Since I am charg'd in honour, and by him
That I think honourable: Therefore, mark counsel;
Which must be even as swiftly follow'd, as