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Hail, most royal sir !
None rare, my lord.
Cam: I dare not know, my lord.
and dare not
There is a sickness
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
we are gentle, I beseech you, If you know aught which does behove my know
I may not answer.
Sir, I'll tell you;
On, good Camillo.
By the king.
6 For succession.
1.6. I am the person appointed, &c.
As he had seen't, or been an instrument
best blood turn
strike the dullest nostril
Swear his thought over
How should this grow?
seek to prove,
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.
SCENE I. The same.
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
better. 2 Lady. And why so, my good lord ? Mam.
Not for because
Who taught you this?
Blue, my lord.
That has been blue, but not her eye-brows. 2 Lady.
1, your mother, rounds apace: we shall