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Pol. A Sickness caught of me, and yet I well?
I must be answer'd. Doit thou hear, Camillo,
I conjure thie by all the Parts of Man,
W nich Honour do's 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 will tell you,
Since I am charg'd in Honour, and by him
That I think honourable; therefore mark my Counsel,
Which must be ev'n as swiftly follow'd as
I mean to utter it; or both your self and me,
Cry lost, and so good Night.
Pol. On, good Camillo?
Cam. I am appointed 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 toucht his Queen
Pol. Oh'then, my best Blood turn
To an infeded Gelly, and my Name
Be yoak’d with his that did betray the best :
Turn then my freshest Reputation to
A Savour, that may strike the dullest Nostril
Where I arrive; and my Approach be shun'd,
Nay hated too, worse than the great'st Infe&ion
That e'er was heard, or read.
Cam. Swear his Thought over
By each particular Star in Heav'n, 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 Fabrick of his Folly, whose Foundation
Is pylld upon his Faith, and will continue
The standing of his Body,
Pol. How should this grow?
Pol. Oh ther,cally and my, Nam the best:
E 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 lyes inclosed in this Trunk, which you
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'th' City. For my self, 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
COHave utter'd Truth; which if you seek to prove,
I dare not stand by; nor shall you be safer
Than one condemned by the King's own Mouth:
Thereon his Execution sworn.
Pol. I do believe thee;
I saw his Heart in's Face. Give me thy Hand;
Be Pilot to me, and thy Places shall
Srill neighbour mine. My Ships are ready, and
My People did expect my hence departure
Two Days ago. This Tealousie
Is for a precious Creature; as she's rare,
Must it be great; and, as his Person's mighty,
Must it be violent; and, as he do's conceive,
He is dishonour'd by a Man, which ever
Profess’d to him; Why his Revenges must
In that be made more bitter. Fear o'er-shades me: *
Good Expedition be my Friend, and comfort
The gracious Queen, part of his Theam; but nothing
Of his ill-tane 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 Posterns: Please your Highness
To take the urgent Hour. Come, Sir, away. (Exeunt.
ACT II, SCENE I.
Enter Hermione, Mamillius, and Ladies. Her. TAKE the Boy to you; he so troubles me,
1 'Tis paft enduring.
i Lady. Come, my gracious Lord,
Shall I be your Play-fellow?
Miam. No, I'll none of you.
i Lady. Why, my sweet Lord?
Mam. You'll kiss me hard, and speak to me, as if
I were a Baby still. I love you better. '
2 Lady. And why so, my Lord?
Mam. Not for because :
Your Brows are blacker; yet black Brows, they say,
Become some Women best, so that there be not
Too much Hair there, but in a Semicircle,
Or a Half-Moon made with a Pen.
2 Lady. Who taught you this? .
Mam. I learn'd it out of Womens Faces: Pray now, What Colour be your Eye-brows?
i Lady. 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 Lady, 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'll wanton with us, If we would have you.
2 Lady. She is spread of late Into a goodly Bulk, good Time encounter her..
Her. What Wisdom stirs amongst you? Come, Sir, now
I am for you again. Pray you sit by us,
And rell's a Tale. .
Mam, Merry, or sad, shal't be?
Her. As merry as you will.
Mam. A sad Tale's best for Winter.
I have one of Sprights and Goblins.
Her. Let's have that, good Sir.
Come on, sit down. Come on, and do your beft,
To fright me with your Sprights: You're powerful at it.
Mam. There was a Man.
Her. Nay, come sit down; then on.
Mam. Dwelt by a Church-yard: I will tell it softly;
Yond Crickets shall not hear it.
Her. Come on then, and giv't me in mine Ear.. .
Enter Leontes, Antigonus, and Lords.'
i Leo. Was he met there? his Train? Camillo with him
Lord. Behind the Tuft of Pines I met them, never
Saw I Men scowr so on their way: Iey'd them
Even to their Ships,
Leo. How blest am I
In my juft Cenfure? In my true Opinion ?
Alack, for lesser Knowledge, how accurs'd,
In being so blest? 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
Th’ abhorrid Ingredient to his Eye, make known
How he hath drunk, he cracks his Gorge, his Sides
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 hath 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?
Lord. By his great Authority,
Which often have no less prevaild, than so
On your Command.
Leo. I know't too well,
Give me the Boy, I am glad you did not nurse him,
Though he 'do's bear some Signs of me, yet you
Have too much Blood in him.
Hor. What is this? Sport?
Leo. Bear the Boy hence, he shall not come about her, Away with him, and let her sport her self
With that she's big with, for 'tis Polixenes
Has made thee swell thus.
Her. But I'ld say he had not;
And I'll be sworn you would believe my Saying,
How e'er you lean to th' Nayward.
Leo. You, my Lords,
Look on her, mark her well; be but about
To say she is a goodly Lady, and
The Justice of your Hearts will thereto add,
'Tis piiy she's not honeft: Honourable:
Praise her but for this her without-door Form,
Which on my Faith deserves high Speech, and straight
The Shrug, the Hum, or Ha, these Petty-brands
That Calumny doth use: Oh I am out,
That Mercy do's, for Calumny will fear
Virtue it self, these Shrugs, these Hum's, and Ha's,
When you have said she's goodly, come between
E’er you can say she's honest: But be't known,
From him that has most Cause to grieve it should be,
She's an Adultress.
Her. Should a Villain fay so,
The most replenish'd Villain in the World,
He were as much more Villain : You, my Lord,
Do but mistake.
Leo. You have mistook, my Lady,
Polixenes for Leontes. O thou thing,
Which I'll not call a Creature of thy Place,
Left Barbarism, making me the Precedent,
Should a like Language use to all Degrees,
And mannerly Distinguishment leave out,
Betwixt the Prince and Beggar. I have said
She's an Adultress, I have said with whom:
More; She's a Traitor, and Camillo is
A Federary with her, and one that knows
What she should shame to know her self,
But with her most vild Principal; that she's
A Bed Swarver, even as bad as those
That Vulgar give bold'st Titles; ay, and privy
To this their late Escape.
Eler. No, by my Life,
Privy to none of this: How will this grieve you,