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To do a thing, where I the issue doubted,
Whereof the execution did cry out
Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear
Which oft infects the wisest : these, my lord,
Are such allow'd infirmities, that honesty
Is never free of. But, 'beseech your grace,
Be plainer with me ; let me know my trespass
By its own visage : if I then deny it,
'Tis none of mine.

Leo. Have not you feen, Camillo,
(But that's past doubt : you have; or your eye-glass
Is thicker than a cuckold's horn) or heard,
(For, to a vision so apparent, rumour
Cannot be mute) or thought, (for cogitation
Resides not in that man that does not think it)
My wife is Nippery ? if thou wilt confess,
(Or else be impudently negative,
To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought) then say,
My wife's a hobby-horse ; deferves a name
As rank as any fax-wench that puts to
Before her troth-plight : say it, and justify it.

Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear
My sovereign mistress clouded so, without
My prefent vengeance taken: 'Shrew my heart,
You never spoke what did become you less
Than this; which to reiterate were sin
As deep as that, though true.

Leo. Is whispering nothing?
Is leaning cheek to cheek? ise meeting noses?
Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career
Of laughter with a figh? (a note infallible
Of breaking honelty :) horsing foot on foot ?

. To do a thing, &c.]-Necessary to be done.

as that,) -- which you suspect.

meting measuring.

Skulking

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.

Leo. Say, it be ; 'tis true.
Cam. No, no, my lord.

Leo. It is; you lie, you lie:
I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee;
Pronounce thee a gross lowt, a mindless Nave;
Or else a hovering 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?

Leo. Why he, that wears her 8 like a 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'st see

f with the pin and web,]-an induration of the membrane, and spot in the eye. " He gives the web and the pin.

LEÁR, AA III, Sc. 4. Edg. & like a medal,)-the badge of his order. Рp2

Plainly

Plainly as heaven fees earth, and earth sees heaven,
How I am gull’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 i 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.
I have lov'd thee-

Leo. 'Make that thy question, and go rot!
Dost think, I am so muddy, so unsettled,
* To appoint myself in this vexation ? fully
The purity and whiteness of my sheets,
Which to preserve, is seep; which being fpotted,
Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps ?
Give scandal to the blood o'the prince my fon,
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;

be a lafing wink ;]~" To the perpetual wink for aye might put.”

TEMPEST, A& II, Sc. 1. Ant. i raske potion)-hafty in its operation.

k Maliciously,)-Malignantly, with the effects openly hurtful; so as to detect the person that should administer it.

"Make that thy question, and go rot')-Disbelieve any longer my wife's infamy, and spite of all thy professions, I shall with thee in thy grave. Leo. I have lov'd thee--but that time is paft.

* To appoint myself in this vexation?]--As wantonly to involve myself in such a scene of trouble. • fo blencb?]-deviate so far from the rules of propriety.

Even for your son's fake ; and, thereby, o for fealing
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, P thou split'st thine own.

Cam. I'll do't, my lord. .
Leo. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advis'd me. (Exit.

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 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.

for fealing the injury of tongues, ]-preventing lander ; fealing up fych tongues as would spread injurious reports.

Ptbou split'A thine own.]—thou art double hearted, a deceiver,

9 a break-neck.)-a dreadful precipice ; attended with imminent danger.

Pp 3

Enter

Enter Polixenes.
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 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 shews me mine chang'd 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 diftemper; 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

Be intelligent to me?]-Communicate your knowledge to me.

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