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Cam.

Hail, most royal sir !
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 shows me mine chang'd to: 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
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 By my regard, but kill'd none so. Camillo, As you are certainly a gentleman; thereto Clerk-like, experienc'd, which no less adorns Our gentry, than our parents' noble names,

In whose success

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we are gentle, I beseech you, If you know aught which does behove my know

ledge
Thereof to be inform’d, imprison it not
In ignorant concealment.
Cam.

I may not answer.
Pol. A sickness caught of me, and yet I well!
I must be answer'd. Dost thou hear, Camillo,
I conjure thee, by all the parts of man,
Which honour does 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'll tell you;
Since I am charg'd in honour, and by him
That I think honourable : Therefore, mark my

counsel;
Which must be even as swiftly follow'd, as
I mean to utter it; or both yourself and me
Cry, lost, and so good-night.
Pol.

On, good Camillo.
Cam. I am appointed Him to murder you8.
Pol. By whom, Camillo ?
Cam.

By the king.
Pol.

For what?
Cam. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he

swears,

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6 For succession.
7 Gentle was opposed to simple; well born.

1.6. I am the person appointed, &c.

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As he had seen't, or been an instrument
To vice you to't,—that you have touch'd his queen
Forbiddenly.
Pol.

0, then

my

best blood turn
To an infected jelly; 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 nostril
Where I arrive; and my approach be shunn'd,
Nay, hated too, worse than the great'st 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
Forbid the sea for to obey the moon,
As or, by oath, remove, or counsel, shake,
The fabrick of his folly; whose foundation
Is pil'd upon his faith,' and will continue
The standing of his body.
Pol.

How should this grow?
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 you
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
My fortunes to your service, which are here
By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain ;
For, by the honour of my parents, I

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Have utter'd truth : which if

you 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 Two days ago.—This jealousy 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 does 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'ershades me: Good expedition be my friend, and 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 posterns : Please your highness To take the urgent hour: come, sir, away.

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ACT II.

SCENE I. The same.

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Enter HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, and Ladies. Her. Take the boy to you: he so troubles me, 'Tis past enduring

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

No, I'll none of you. 1 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 good 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 semi-circle,
Or half-moon made with a pen.
2 Lady.

Who taught you this?
Mam. I learn'd it out of women's faces.-Pray now
What colour are your eye-brows?
i Lady.

Blue, my lord.
Mam. Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a lady's

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ye:

That has been blue, but not her eye-brows. 2 Lady.

Hark
The
queen,

1, 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.

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