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I mean to utter it; or both yourself and me
Cry, loft, and so good night.

Pol. On, good Camillo.
CAM. I am appointed, sir, to murther 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. O, then my best blood turn
To an infected gelly; 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 noftril
Where I arrive ; and my approach be shund,
Nay, hated too, worse than the great'it 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
Förbid the sea for to obey the moon,
As or, by oath, remove, or, counsel, shake,
The fabrick of his folly; whose foundation
Is pild upon his faith, and will continue
The standing of his body.

Poz. How should this grow?

CAM. I know not: but, I am fure, 'tis fafer 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

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Shall bear along impawn'd, --away to night.
Your followers I will whisper to the business ;
And will, by twoes, 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 loft. Be not uncertain ;
For, by the honour of my parents, I
Have útter'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

This jealousy
Is for a precious creature : as she's rare,
Must it be great; and, as his person's mighty,
Muft it be violent; and, as he does conceive
He is difhonour'd by a man which ever
Profeff’d to him, why, his revenges must
In that be made more bitter. Fear o'er-shades me:
Good expedition be my friend ! Heaven comfort
The gracious queen! part of his theme, but nothing
Of his ill-ta'en suspicion. Come, Camillo ;
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 pofterns : Please your highness
To take the urgent hour: come, fir, away. [Exeunt.

Two days ago

74 friend, and comfort

ACT II.
SCENEI. The fame.
Enter HermIONE, and Ladies,

MAMILLIUS with them.

1

HER, Take the boy to you: he so troubles me, 'Tis past enduring.

1. L. Come, my gracious lord, Shall I be your play-fellow?

MAM. No, I'll none of you.
1. L. Why, my sweet lord ?

Mam. You'll kiss me hard ; and speak to me,
As if I were a baby ftill: - I love
You better.

2. L. And why fo, my lord ?

Mam. Not for because
Your brows are blacker;-yet black brows, they fay,
Become some women best; so that there be not
Too much hair there, but in a semi-circle,
Or a half-moon made with a pen,

2. L. Who taught you this ?

Mam. I learn'd it out of women's faces. _ Pray now What colour are your eye-brows ?

1. L. 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.
I. L. Hark

ye; The

queen, your mother, rounds apace: we shall Present our services to a fine new prince, One of these days; and then you'd wanton with us,

If we would have you.

2. L. She is fpred of late Into a goodly bulk; Good time encounter her! (now

Her. What wisdom ftirs among'it you? -Come, fir,
I am for you again : 'Pray you, fit by us,
And tell us a tale.

Mam. Merry, or sad, shall't be?
HER. As merry as you will.

MAM. A sad tale's best for winter:
I have one of sprites and goblins.

Her. Let's have that, good fir:
Come on, - fit down, come on, and do

your

best To fright me with your sprites ; you're powerful at it.

Mam. There was a man,
HER. Nay, come, fit down; then on.

Mam. Dwelt by a church-yard ; - I will tell it softly, Yon' crickets shall not hear it.

HER. Come on then,
And give't me in mine ear.
Enter LEONTES ; with ANTIGONUS,

Lords, and Others.
LED. Was he met there? his train? Camillo with him?

L. Behind the tuft of pines I met them; never
Saw I men scour so on their way: I ey'd them
Even to their ships.

Leo. How bleft am I
In my juft censure ? in my true opinion ?
Alack, for leffer knowledge ! how accurst,
In being so bleft ? - There may be in the cup
A spider steep'd, and one may drink; depart,
And yet partake no venom ; for his knowledge
Is not infected : but if one present

1.

me

The abhor'd ingredient to his eye, make krown
How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his fides,
With violent hefts: I have drunk, and seen the spider.
Camillo was his help in this, his pander :
There is a plot against my life, my.crown;
All's true, that is mistrusted :—that false villain,
Whom I employ'd, was pre-employ'd by him :
He has discover'd my design, and I
Remain a pinch'd thing; yea, a very trick,
For them to play at will : _How came the pofterns
So easily open'd?

1. L. By his great authority;
Which often hath no less prevail'd thần so,
On your command.

Leo. I know't too well.Give the boy ;

I am glad, you did not nurse him: Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you Have too much blood in him.

Her. What is this ? sport?

LEO. Bear the boy hence, he shall not come about her; Away with him; - and let her sport herself

[some bear of MAMILLIUS, With that she's big with ; for 'tis Polixènes, Has made thee swell thus.

Her. But I'd say, he had not,
And, I'll be sworn, you would believe my faying,
Howe'er you

lean to the nayward.
Leo. You, my lords,
Look on her, mark her well; be but about
To say, She is a goodly lady, and
The juftice of your hearts will thereto add,
'Tis piry, she's not honest, boncurable:

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