Camillo, this great Sir will yet ftay longer. Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold; When you caft out, it ftill came home. Leo. Didft note it? Cam. He would not ftay at your petitions made; His bufinefs more material.. Leo. Didft perceive it? They're here with me already; whifp'ring, rounding: Sicilia is a fo-forth; 'tis far gone, When I fhall guft it laft. How came't, Camillo, That he did ftay? Cam. At the good Queen's entreaty. Leo. At the Queen's be't; good, fhould be pertinent; But fo it is, it is not. Was this taken By any understanding-pate but thine ? For thy conceit is foaking, will draw in Cam. Bufinefs, my Lord I think, most understand Bohemia ftays here longer.. Leo. Ha? Cam. Stays here longer.. Leo. Ay, but why? Cam. To fatisfy your Highnefs, and th' intreaties Of our most gracious miftrefs. Leo. Satisfy Th' entreaties of your mistress ? fatisfy ?- My chamber-councils, wherein, priest like, thou In that, which feems fo. Cam. Be it forbid, my Lord Leo. To bide upon't;-Thou art not honeft; or, If thou inclin'ft that way, thou art a coward; Which hoxes honefty behind, reftraining From From courfe requir'd; or else thou must be counted And therein negligent; or else a fool, That feeft a game plaid home, the rich stake drawn, Cam. My gracious Lord, I may be negligent, foolish and fearful; (5) It was my folly; if induftrionfly I play'd the fool, it was my negligence, Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear 'Tis none, of mine. Leo. Ha'not you feen, Camillo, (But that's past doubt, you have; or your eye-glafs Cannot be mute;) or thought, (for cogitation ་ ་ ན (5) I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful; In every one of thefe no man is free, But that his negligence, his folly, fear, Semetimes puts forth in your affairs, my Lord.] Moft accurate. pointing this, and fine nonfenfe the refult of it! The old folio's first blunder'd thus, and Mr. Rowe by inadvertence (if he read the sheets at all,) overlook'd the fault. Mr. Pope, like a moft obfequious.. editor, has taken the paffage on content, and purfued the track of ftupidity. I dare fay, every understanding reader will allow, my reformation of the pointing has entirely retriev'd the place from obfcurity, and reconcil'd it to the author's meaning. My My wife is flippery? if thou wilt, confefs; (Or else be impudently negative, To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought;) then say,. Leo. Is whifpering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meating noses ? Cam. Good my Lord, be cur'd Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes ; Leo. Say it be,,'tis true. Cam. No, no, my Lord. Leo. It is; you lye, you lye: I fay, thou lieft, Camillo, and I hate thee; Ganft with thine eyes at once fee good and evil, The running of one glass. Cam. Who do's infect her? Leo. Why he, that wears her like his medal, hanging: About About his neck; Bohemia,-who, if I Had fervants true about me, that bare eyes Which draught to me were cordial.. Cam. Sir, my Lord, I could do this, and that with no rash potion, Leo. I've lov'd thee.-Make't thy question, and gorot:: Do'ft think, I am fo muddy, fo unfettled, To appoint myself in this vexation? Sully. (Which to preferve, is fleep; which being spotted, Bel eve this crack to be in my dread mistress, So fovereignly being bonourable. I have lov'd thee. Leo. Make that thy queftion and go ret.] This paffage wants very little weighing, to determine fafely upon it, that the laft hemiftich affign'd to Camillo, muft have been mistakenly placed to him. It is a ftrange inftance of difrefpect and infolence in Camille to his king and mafter, to tell him that he has once lov'd him.- But fenfe and reafon will eafily acquit our Poet from fuch an impropriety. I have ventur'd at a tranfpofition, which feems felf evident. Camillo will not be perfuaded into a fufpicion of the difloyalty imputed to his miftrefs. The King, who believes nothing but his jealoufy, provok'd that Camillo is fo obftinately diffident, finely ftarts into a rage and cries; I've lov'd thee.Make't thy question, and go rot. i. e. I have tender'd thee well, Camille, but I here cancel all former refpect at If thou any longer make a question of my wife's difloyalty; go from my prefence, and perdition overtake thee for thy ftubbornness. Without ance. Without ripe moving to't? would I do this ?? Cam. I must believe you, Sir; I do, and will fetch off Bohemia for't: Provided, that, when he's remov'd, your Highness. Leo. Thou doft advise me, Even fo as I mine own courfe have fet down: Go then; and with a countenance as clear As friendship wears at feafts, keep with Bohemia,, Leo. This is all; Do't, and thou haft the one half of my Do't not, thou split'st thine own. Cam. I'll do't, my Lord. heart; Leo. I will feem friendly, as thou haft advis'd me [Exit. Cam. O miferable Lady! but for me, What cafe ftand I in? I must be the poifoner Of good Polixenes, and my ground to do't Who, in rebellion with himself, will have To do this deed, Promotion follows. If I could find example Of thousands, that had ftruck anointed Kings, Nor brafs, nor ftone, nor parchment, bears not one; Forfake the court; to do't, or no, is certain To me a break-neck. Happy ftar, reign now! Enter Polixenes. Pol. This is ftrange! methinks, My |