Cam. No, no, my lord. Leon. It is; you lie, you lie : I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee; 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,* hanging About his neck, Bohemia: Who-if I Had servants true about me: that bare eyes 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. Sir, my lord, Cam. Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, I have lov'd thee, Leon. Make't thy question, and go rot !5 Dost think, I am so muddy, so unsettled, To appoint myself in this vexation? sully like her medal,] i. e. her portrait. 5 Make't thy question, and go rot! &c.] This refers to what Camillo has just said, relative to the Queen's chastity. The purity and whiteness of my sheets, Cam. I must believe you, sir; I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for't: Provided, that when he's remov'd, your highness Leon. Thou dost advise me, Even so as I mine own course have set down : Go then; and with a countenance as clear As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia, And with your queen: I am his cupbearer; If from me he have wholesome beverage, Account me not your servant. Leon. This is all: Do't, and thou hast the one half of my heart; Do't not, thou split'st thine own. I'll do't, my lord. Cam. me. Cam. O miserable lady-But, for me, [Exit. ⚫ Could man so blench?] To blench is to start off, to shrink. Of thousands, that had struck anointed kings, Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain Pol. Enter POLIXenes. This is strange! methinks, My favour here begins to warp. Not speak? Cam. Hail, most royal sir! Pol. What is the news i'the court? Cam. None rare, my lord. Cam. I dare not know, my lord. and dare not Do you know, 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 shows 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 distemper; but Of Pol. How! caught of me? Make me not sighted like the basilisk: I have look'd on thousands who have sped the better In whose success we are gentle,'-I beseech you, Thereof to be inform'd, imprison it not Cam. I may not answer. Pol. A sickness caught of me, and yet I well! Is not this suit of mine,-that thou declare 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 charg'd in honour, and by him counsel; Which must be even as swiftly follow'd, as Pol. On, good Camillo. Cam. I am appointed Him to murder you. ↑ In whose success we are gentle,] Success here means succession. Gentle is evidently opposed to simple; alluding to the distinction between the gentry and yeomanry. 8 I am appointed Him to murder you.] i. e. I am the person appointed to murder you. VOL. III. NN Pol. By whom, Camillo? 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 Forbiddenly. Pol. O, then my best blood turn Be yok'd with his, that did betray the best! A savour, that may strike the dullest nostril Cam. Pol. How should this grow! you 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 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 o' the city: For myself, I'll put 1 To vice- i. e. to draw, persuade you; probably for advise. whose foundation Is piled upon his faith,] This folly which is erected on the foundation of settled belief. |